Zhao Lihan quickly jumped up from the bed, rubbed his eyes, and felt uneasy in his heart.
He dressed hastily.
Wang Xiaolan, who was standing by, heard the knock on the door downstairs and tried to struggle to get up from the bed.
However, a piercing pain would come from her waist, and the pain would surge like a tide, as if it would swallow her whole.
Seeing her like this, Zhao Lihan quickly held her down and said, "Wife, don't get up. I'll go."
"What if it's for me?"
"If I'm looking for you, I'll call you again, okay?"
Wang Xiaolan nodded in agreement.
After saying that, Zhao Lihan quickly went downstairs and opened the door. He saw a man standing outside with an anxious look on his face. The man was breathing heavily and seemed to have something urgent to tell them. Zhao Lihan's nerves instantly tensed up, and he eagerly asked what had happened.
The man quickly explained that there were some unexpected situations in the seasoning factory in the county, and Zhao Lihan needed to go and solve them.
After hearing this, Zhao Lihan's face became solemn. He turned around and saw Wang Xiaolan slowly walking down the stairs, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.
He quickly ran over to support Wang Xiaolan and whispered to her, "Wife, why did you come downstairs too? Sweetheart, you should go back to sleep! Something happened in the county town, and the county public security bureau sent someone to ask me to go over."
"Is it serious? It can't be something about the seasoning factory!"
"That's not true."
Then, she subconsciously tilted her head slightly, and her eyes involuntarily moved away from Zhao Lihan and looked at the courtyard outside the door.
There was a man in a neat uniform standing quietly. He was as straight as a pine tree, as if blending in with the surrounding environment, yet he was particularly eye-catching.
Wang Xiaolan looked at Zhao Lihan's face again.
"Are they looking for you?"
Zhao Lihan nodded, then patted her shoulder gently, quickly walked out of the living room door, and then he gently closed the door.
Wang Xiaolan sat on the sofa powerlessly in a daze, thinking: Someone is looking for Zhao Lihan so early in the morning, what could it be?
She felt restless and uncomfortable, her body twisting constantly as if countless needles were pricking her on the chair.
She frowned tightly, her eyelids twitching wildly as if controlled by an invisible force. An ominous premonition came over her, and she felt as if something bad was about to happen.
She could no longer bear this uneasy feeling, so she stood up and prepared to walk towards the door of the living room. Just as she took a step, she suddenly heard a slight noise coming from the bedroom on the first floor.
Then, the door on the first floor slowly opened, and she felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness...
At this time, Mrs. Zhao came out of the room and saw Wang Xiaolan standing there in a daze. She was startled, her mouth wide open, and after a while she said, "Niece-in-law, you're up so early. There's nothing to do now. You should go upstairs and sleep for a while!"
Wang Xiaolan said, "Someone just called Zhao Lihan out, and I came to see him off."
When Mrs. Zhao heard this, she felt a surge of warmth in her heart and a gratified smile spread across her face. She secretly marveled at the sincere and deep affection between the young couple. This relationship of mutual care, understanding, and support was incredibly heartwarming.
"My nephew has such a good wife like you. It must be the good deeds his mother did in her previous life. As an old woman, I am really happy for you two."
“Grandma, this is the fate between Li Han and me.”
"That's right, that's right. Your marriage is the best. I have only seen you two in my life."
As she spoke, Second Grandma took her cooking apron and walked towards the kitchen.
"Grandma, it's still early. You should take a rest. If you need anything, just ask me to do it."
"You're so busy all day long, how can I ask you to do anything? We're old, and we don't get as much sleep as you young people. Anyway, if we have nothing to do, doing more will help us strengthen our muscles. Go upstairs and get some sleep! I'll call you when breakfast is ready."
Seeing that Mrs. Zhao was determined to do it, Wang Xiaolan did not try to persuade her too much.
At this moment, she just felt very tired and weak all over. After hearing what Mrs. Zhao said, she turned around and walked towards the stairs, yawning several times in a row.
As she walked, she said, "Grandma, I'm going to sleep for a while."
"Go ahead! Your second master and I are here, so don't worry!"
Wang Xiaolan pounded her waist as she went upstairs, rubbing her eyelids from time to time...
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county seat.
Three hours earlier, a small explosion had occurred at the county seasoning factory. An emergency meeting was being held in the county public security bureau's office, and Zhao Lihan had been called in to attend.
This story begins after Wang Xiaolan took over the factory.
After Director Liu and his son were arrested by the Public Security Bureau, the factory was taken over by Wang Xiaolan.
Director Liu's wife, Tang Mei, was forty-eight years old. She had only an elementary school education, but she had a high opinion of herself, believing she knew more and was more knowledgeable than others.
Short and slightly overweight, she favored fine clothing and abundant gold and silver jewelry to display her wealth. She was vain, often looking down on those around her, even dismissive. In this small county town, Tang Mei, relying on her husband, Factory Director Liu's status and wealth, could act with impunity.
However, fate is always unpredictable. This time, the arrest of Director Liu and his son dealt a heavy blow to Tang Mei, catching her off guard.
Faced with such a blow, Tang Mei was completely unable to accept the reality and fell into extreme pain. She began to become depressed and unhappy all day long, and her former pride and confidence were gone.
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