Wan Zhenzhen gritted her teeth, feeling both hatred and fear in her heart.

Originally, Qian Qing was going to offend Director Li and then ruin Zhou Hao's chance. But Qian Qing suddenly did this. Now, not to mention ruining Zhou Hao, Wan Zhenzhen didn't know how to solve her own crisis.

Qian Qing walked home under the scorching sun, humming a song happily.

There are quite a few employees at Oil Production Plant No. 2, with several thousand people working on the front line and in logistics, and there are more than a dozen tube-shaped buildings.

A tube-shaped building usually has six floors, with a washroom and toilet at the end of each floor. The kitchen is also placed at the end with a public stove. However, many people nowadays are unwilling to cook at the stove, so they build a small kitchen on the balcony of their own house, or directly build a small coal stove.

Although Zhou Hao had only been in the factory for a short time, he quickly rose to prominence in the maintenance team, so the house he was given was the best one among all the technical secondary school graduates.

In order to get a share of this house, Wang Hua's mother from next door went to the leader to ask why Wang Hua, the son of a martyr, did not get as good a house as Zhou Hao.

Zhou Hao was allocated a 50-square-meter house with one bedroom, one living room and a small balcony. The good thing about it was that it was not adjacent to any other houses on the left or right, but was right in the middle.

There are toilets and bathrooms on both sides of each floor, and two staircases in the middle. The houses near the two sides are too noisy, and the ones near the stairs are also inevitably noisy, so the three suites stuck in the middle of the two stairs are the best.

The one Zhou Hao got was the one in the center of the three apartments. It had good lighting and few people passed by his door. It was clean and worry-free.

When Qian Qing came back, Zhou Hao was already waiting at home.

After taking out the key, before opening the door, Zhou Hao came over and opened the door from the inside, and carried Qian Qing in through the door.

Before Qian Qing could react, Zhou Hao complained to her in a wronged manner.

"Where have you been?"

While saying this, he was also rubbing Qian Qing, making her keep asking him to stop.

Qian Qing looked at the man in front of her and racked her brains but couldn't figure out why she was so "active" in playing football in her dream.

Zhou Hao has always been a top student and there is nothing wrong with his brain.

Although he is quiet and has a cold personality outside, no one in the factory says anything bad about him.

Moreover, in the dream, “I” did all that, but Zhou Hao never said a harsh word to me.

Wan Zhenzhen was the one who was tied to him, not Zhou Hao. As long as Zhou Hao kicked him out, with his ability, his future would definitely be able to rise again.

But Zhou Hao didn't do that. He guarded himself until the last moment of his life.

Qian Qing felt a little sad, wondering why Zhou Hao was so pitiful.

Only then did Zhou Hao realize that something was wrong with his young wife. He quickly carried her to a chair and looked at Qian Qing's face to see what was wrong with her.

"It's okay." Qian Qing swallowed the bitterness.

She didn't want to interfere in Zhou Hao's work. If Wan Zhenzhen had to deal with her, then she would be the one to deal with it.

She is not afraid!

She must not torment Zhou Hao again under the pretext of "it's for your own good" as she did in her dream.

Isn't it just a business trip? Hurry up!

"I just met a clerk at the household registration office. He said that there was a problem with the oil pump at the H Province oil field and they couldn't repair it, so they asked you to go on an urgent errand. There will be a car to pick you up at the South Gate at six o'clock."

Qian Qing was about to get up and pack things for Zhou Hao. According to what the clerk said, he would be gone for at most half a month, so he would definitely need to pack several sets of clothes and daily necessities.

Zhou Hao placed his hands on the chair behind Qian Qing and held Qian Qing in his arms.

His eyebrows were very long, and his sword-like eyebrows were sharp and imposing, but now they were tightly gathered together.

Qian Qing couldn't push him, and seeing that he looked embarrassed, her mind froze for a moment.

"You're not telling me you don't want to go?"

Zhou Hao: "I should go back home with you tomorrow..."

Qian Qing instantly exploded, pushed the person away, put her hands on her hips and started to lose her temper.

"Have you never been to my mother's house? You only went there once a week in the past few years, and you still think it's new? What? Do you have to bring something to show off that you are no longer the one who can only lie at the entrance of the alley waiting for people? I didn't say anything, but you are still pretending to be so! My father and mother are not the type to make things difficult for others. You are acting like I am so ignorant!"

Seeing that she was really angry, Zhou Hao quickly changed his words and hugged her to comfort her.

"Okay, okay. I'll go."

As he said this, he happily bit Qian Qing's face and left a tooth mark: "My wife is so nice."

Qian Qing turned away with disdain: "Hurry up and pack your things, the car will be here soon."

Zhou Hao turned his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall: "It's still early."

"What's so early? There's only an hour and a half left. It's still early... Zhou Hao! Put me down!"

Zhou Hao nuzzled her hair like a big dog, his voice hoarse: "I'll be gone for half a month, don't you feel sorry for me..."

As soon as Qian Qing was distracted, Zhou Hao swiftly carried her into the inner room.

…

After Zhou Hao left, Qian Qing lay down until it was dark before getting up. She held on to her almost broken waist, and while cursing Zhou Hao over and over in her heart, she cleaned up the house.

I had been planning to tell him about my plan to open a popsicle stand, but I forgot about it once I got home. Never mind, I'll just wait until he comes back.

Qian Qing took inventory of her own piggy bank. Zhou Hao had given her his salary long before they got married. Now all the money in the family was in her hands.

When he just graduated, Zhou Hao only earned 25 yuan a month, but his salary gradually increased later. Zhou Hao was two years older than her and had only been working in the factory for two years. After deducting the daily expenses for food and drink, plus the filial piety money from Zhou Hao's mother, he still had 400 yuan left.

When Zhou Hao proposed marriage to the Qian family, he spent 200 yuan. Later, when they divided the house, he spent more than 100 yuan to decorate the house. Fortunately, when Qian Qing got married, Qian's father and mother brought her back the 200 yuan.

So now Qian Qing has about 240 yuan in her hand, and a few food coupons.

This little money can't be used for anything else, but it's more than enough to start a popsicle stand.

Qian Qing was still a little worried, worried that Director Li was so busy with Wan Zhenzhen's affairs that he would forget about her popsicle stand. How about going to ask Director Li tomorrow?

Before Qian Qing could go find Director Li, Director Li had already come to the tube building.

Li Hongmei was filled with rage. She didn't know what the rumor was until she made the call. Only then did she understand what the cousin was.

Wang Hua's relationship with his cousin is just average. Apart from exchanging gifts during the Chinese New Year, they don't interact much on other days!

When the call came, Wang Hua's cousin was shocked at first, and then he started to complain.

"I have been here for three months and I have only called home twice, both times my wife answered. How could I possibly tell my wife such ridiculous things on the phone? Leader, you must investigate this thoroughly. My wife is now working in the cafeteria of the second factory. We both have jobs in the factory. How could I possibly spread such nonsense?!"

Li Hongmei was a quick person who believed in "finishing today's work today." She immediately went to find Wang Hua's cousin's wife.

After this confrontation, they naturally realized that these ridiculous rumors were probably spread by Wan Zhenzhen.

The mother of Wang Youqing, Wang Hua's cousin, is not happy with this. She and Wang Hua's mother had quarreled a lot in the past few years, and the two sisters-in-law had often fought over trivial matters.

In recent years, they had less contact because Wang Hua's father passed away. She also didn't want people to think that she was bullying her widowed sister-in-law, so she seldom visited her. Even if she met her in the factory, she would greet her with a smile.

Who would have thought that this old woman's new daughter-in-law would cause trouble as soon as she came home and throw the blame on her son.

"I'd like to ask Ma Qiuju if she knew about her daughter-in-law's behavior! She is so shameless to spread such rumors!"

Wang Youqing's mother put her hands on her hips and was about to come over to fight, but Li Hongmei hurried to stop her. There were already enough things going on, and if more were added, it would be even more chaotic.

After finally convincing Wang Youqing's mother, Li Hongmei went to find Wan Zhenzhen with a grudge.

Wan Zhenzhen has been worried since she returned home, and she was even absent-minded when cooking.

Wang Hua took a mouthful of rice and nearly spit it out, so he quickly picked up the teacup to rinse his mouth.

"Did you kill the salt seller? It's so salty!"

Wan Zhenzhen ignored him and put the food into her mouth mechanically.

Wang Hua stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her: "What are you thinking about? You can't even concentrate on cooking, and you put so much salt in it."

Wan Zhenzhen finally reacted, her mouth felt salty as if a handful of salt had been lost at the root of her tongue. She hurriedly stood up and poured herself a teacup of water, gulping it down.

Wang Hua looked at her with a bit of disdain, saying, "I'm busy outside all day, and you can't even do such a small thing at home. You can even sprinkle too much salt when cooking. Isn't that salt bought with money? I think you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are. Fortunately, my mother is not at home today. If my mother was at home, would you give her this to eat?"

Wan Zhenzhen subconsciously tightened the handle of the teacup in her hand and said, "Your mother, your mother, your mother, you listen to your mother so much. Are you going to get married?"

Just as Wang Hua was scolding Wan Zhenzhen, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

"I'm Li Hongmei."

The tube-shaped building was not soundproof. Qian Qing, who lived next door, had her eyes light up and pricked up her ears.

Wan Zhenzhen froze in place, not even having the courage to open the door.