Chapter 71 Don't Try to Make Things Difficult for Her

Wu Dongmei saw that the other party refused to believe her, and her

face fell. "Why? You don't believe it? Could it be that I lied to you? Otherwise, go ask your good son yourself. He didn't want to marry such a good daughter

of mine, but had to hook up with a poor village girl. I think he is a bit stupid." Hu Xianglian was immediately unhappy when her precious son was scolded, and she was not very polite. "What kind of daughter is your daughter? She looks like a toad. If it weren't for the household registration, who would be willing to be with her?"

After hearing this, Wu Dongmei was immediately furious, "Do you mean to break up this marriage?"

"It's over," Hu Xianglian thought her son would never have trouble finding a girl, so she said, "Since you've said that, let's just break it off and find a better one."

Wu Dongmei originally wanted to ask for an explanation, but she got angry when she heard such a ruthless statement.

"Okay, don't regret it." She stood up angrily, walked a few steps outside, and turned her head again, "I tell you, my Wang Ying is going to high school soon. When she gets admitted to college, even if your whole family comes to beg her, she won't even look at you."

Hu Xianglian didn't take her words to heart at all. With Wang Ying's character, she still wanted to go to college?

She really thought college students were grasshoppers crawling on the ground.

But she didn't have the heart to care about this now, as she was worried about the village girl.

Wu Jianping had always been an obedient and sensible boy since he was a child. He would tell her everything. Why hadn't she heard him mention this recently?

But recently he did say that he was busy at the factory and was not at home all day long.

Could it be that the child had grown up and had his own secrets?

That wouldn't do!

Hu Xianglian was anxious. This son was her own, and he must be of the same mind as her.

It seemed that she really had to ask.

After cooking a table full of dishes, she finally waited for Wu Jianping to come back, and she hurried to greet him.

"Jianping, how is your work recently?"

"Not bad," Wu Jianping said with a sullen expression.

"Eat more, they are all your favorites," Hu Xianglian glanced at his reaction and continued to ask calmly.

Wu Jianping was full and in a much better mood.

In addition, his mother kept asking him about it, so he just told her everything.

Hu Xianglian was so angry that she almost fainted after hearing it.

After all this time, her son was really fascinated by a country girl.

"You said she was delivering mulberry leaves to the textile factory?"

Wu Jianping would discuss everything with his mother since he was a child, so he naturally did not hide anything this time and nodded repeatedly.

"Mom, why don't you arrange a job for Fuzi in the factory, so that I can see her every day and she doesn't have to work so hard."

Hu Xianglian's face suddenly darkened.

Hearing what she said, how many people had to use their connections to get a worker quota, and her son was like a living Bodhisattva, just trying to give it to others.

As for the village girl named Ruan Fu, she came out to make a living when she was just over 10 years old, and she was able to charm men all over. She must have some skills.

She must be pretty, otherwise Wu Jianping wouldn't be so obsessed

with her. Maybe the village girl saw that Wu Jianping had a good family background, so she kept pestering him. Wu Jianping was honest and kind, and he rarely dealt with women. How could he be a match for such a vixen, so he was fascinated by her.

Thinking of this, Hu Xianglian felt that her son might have been plotted against.

No, she must show the other party some power so that he would give up.

"Jianping, it's easy for you to say that. It's not that easy to get a job as a worker. If you really like her that much, mom will go and check it out for you tomorrow."

Wu Jianping's eyes widened. His mother was actually willing to try to accept Ruan Fu? This was a pleasant surprise.

But thinking of the other party's reaction today, he was a little frustrated.

"Mom, you can go and see, but Fuzi doesn't like me at all. It's useless for you to check it out."

Not like me?

Hu Xianglian couldn't believe her ears. It was Wu Jianping who was in love with her for so long.

Seeing her son's distraught look, she reacted immediately.

It's impossible. When those rural girls saw Wu Jianping's conditions, they just wanted to get close to him immediately. How could they not like him?

The only explanation is that the other party is playing hard to get, wanting to lay out the long line to catch the big fish. This village girl really has some skills, and she can play a man to death in two moves.

Such a girl must have a big problem with her lifestyle, and she must not enter the Wu family.

But I can't say these words to Wu Jianping. The child is grown up, and he will be rebellious, which will be counterproductive in the end.

Thinking of this, Hu Xianglian gritted her teeth and squeezed out a smile, "It's okay, Mom will take a look at her secretly. If you really like her, we can find a way to get her into the factory and let you get along with her slowly, okay?"

Wu Jianping was as happy as a fool when he heard this. How could he not agree?

Working in a factory these days is a huge temptation. Who can not be tempted? Fuzi must be happy to hear this.

As long as his mother is willing to help, Fuzi will be his partner sooner or later!

Early the next morning, Ruan Fu rode her bicycle to the gate of the textile factory.

Just as she was about to enter, she was stopped by a middle-aged woman with wavy hair.

"Country bumpkin, what are you doing here?"

Ruan Fu was a little surprised, "I'm delivering mulberry leaves to the textile factory."

"Where's your ID?" The woman stretched out her hand and spoke in an unfriendly tone.

Ruan Fu was a little helpless. She had been delivering it for almost a month and no one had ever asked for her ID.

"Sister, I don't have my ID with me. Let's put it this way. I'm delivering these mulberry leaves to the purchasing department. Please help me get someone out there. They can testify for me."

Her attitude was very humble, but there was a hint of malice in the other person's eyes.

"What are you doing? You walked into the factory without your ID. How can I know if you want to steal something?"

How could it be stealing? Ruan Fu was about to speak.

But she saw Wang Ying coming over from not far away with a proud look on her face, and called out "Mom" in a coquettish way.

The middle-aged woman in front of her frowned, "I told you not to call me Mom in the factory."

Wang Ying immediately stuck out her tongue and changed her words: "Director Wu."

After all this time, it turned out to be Wang Ying's mother. No wonder she was so dissatisfied with her. Ruan Fu reacted immediately, but she didn't expect this girl to not give up and keep making trouble.

"Do you have your ID? If not, I'll ask the security department to arrest you!"

Wu Dongmei turned around and looked at Ruan Fu arrogantly.

I have to say that Wu Jianping has a good eye. The little girl in front of him is pretty, but it's a pity...

She sneered and blurted out, "You can tell at first glance that she is a lowly farmer."

Lowly farmer?

This person really dares to say that. If she said this a few years ago, she would be arrested and criticized.

Ruan Fu raised her eyebrows and said bluntly: "Sister, what's wrong with you being a farmer? Without farmers farming, you would have starved to death. You think you are a superior person in the factory. Without farmers delivering mulberry leaves, can this textile factory operate normally?"

Wu Dongmei didn't expect this girl to be so sharp-tongued, and her face was distorted with anger.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are disrespectful. I am an elder after all. Do you have the ability to respect me?"

Ruan Fu sneered in her heart. This kind of person is really funny. If you talk to her about reason, she will act arrogantly. If you talk to her about it, she will start to use morality to pressure you.

It's a pity that they made a wrong calculation. I am not a soft persimmon that can be squeezed by others.