Ye Qingqing let it go in one ear and out the other, too lazy to listen to the old lady's nagging. She checked the time; it was three in the afternoon.
"Grandma, I'll go check on Ye Lan and see if she's slacking off," Ye Qingqing said.
"That little slut dares to slack off, I'll beat her to death!" The old lady glared with her triangular eyes, but after thinking about it, she felt it was indeed necessary to take a look. This was the last chance given by the proprietress, and she couldn't let that little slut ruin it.
"I want to go see it too!"
The old lady took off her apron, deciding to take matters into her own hands. She also brought a whip made of thin bamboo strips, which she had specially stolen from the bamboo grove in the park and carefully crafted.
It was specifically used to discipline Ye Lan and her brother.
Ye Hua was washing clothes in the yard, looking miserable. There were many people in the family, and he had to wash from morning till night. After only three days, Ye Hua was already about to give up, but he dared not resist, otherwise the old lady would definitely beat him to death.
He glanced sideways at the old lady and Ye Qingqing. His mother had comforted him last night, saying that the old woman would soon return to the countryside and he would be free.
Once that old hag returns to the countryside, he'll definitely make his father teach Ye Qingqing a lesson. That wretched woman whipped him twenty times; the wounds on his back have only just scabbed over!
"Wash properly, or you won't get dinner tonight!"
As she passed Ye Hua, the old lady casually lashed out with her whip. She didn't use much force, but a thin mark was still left on Ye Hua's bare arm.
This is what it means to hit someone with a thin bamboo stick; it won't hurt them, but it can cause excruciating pain.
Ye Hua quickly lowered her head, her eyes flashing with hatred, and gritted her teeth.
Ye Qingqing didn't dare let Ye Tong stay at home alone with Ye Hua, so she took Ye Tong with her. The old lady walked very fast. She really didn't know where she got such good energy. She had never seen the old lady looking listless.
However, Ye Lan was not at the factory.
“Someone was looking for her just now, so she went out,” Zhao Di said.
Xu Yuetuan, standing nearby, sneered and raised her voice, "He's a young man. I bet he's Ye Lan's boyfriend. Your Ye family is about to have a wedding!"
The others burst into laughter, each with a mocking expression.
The old lady's face darkened immediately. This little whore wasn't working properly and had gone off to meet a man. She was indeed the little whore born of a slutty widow, slutty from head to toe!
Ye Qingqing knew immediately that it must be Lu Qingquan who had come looking for her; it really was true love!
Right now, Ye Lan is probably lying in Lu Qingquan's arms, crying and telling him about the abuse she has suffered these past few days.
The old lady was the murderer, and she was an accomplice. Even a fool could guess what that bitch would say.
"Grandma, there's a small alley behind the factory. Ye Lan must be meeting a man there!" Ye Qingqing whispered.
The old lady's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and her triangular eyes shone with a sinister light. She turned around and left, stomping her way to the alley behind the factory. Ye Qingqing, holding Ye Tong's hand, quickly followed.
The show is about to start!
The alley behind the shoe factory was very quiet, with only Ye Lan and Lu Qingquan huddled together, pouring out their hearts to each other.
Lu Qingquan looked at Ye Lan with pity. She looked like a flower that had lost the nourishment of rain, which made his heart ache. Ye Lan's once delicate hands were now covered with scars and paint, looking even more weathered than his mother's hands.
Even the crevices under his fingernails were black, which made Lu Qingquan feel both sorry for him and disgusted.
"Brother Qingquan, if you had come a few days later, you wouldn't have seen me again. I've been holding on because I wanted to see you one last time..."
Ye Lan sobbed softly. Fortunately, although her face and hands were broken, her voice was still delicate, which made Lu Qingquan's heart clench, and his face was full of pity.
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