"What are you looking at? Dazhi gave you money and tickets, give them all to me, you spendthrift woman!" Old Mrs. Wang demanded in a self-righteous manner.
"Young lady, we tried to persuade her, but your mother-in-law just wouldn't listen," the older woman explained sheepishly.
Zhao Qinglan didn't say anything, only gave her mother-in-law a pitiful smile. "Xiaoduo is also your own granddaughter, how could you be so cruel?" She touched her daughter's ear, which was still red from being pulled, and wanted nothing more than to tear her mother-in-law to pieces.
Ignoring her daughter-in-law's accusations, Old Lady Wang continued to reach out, demanding, "Where are the money and tickets? Where did you hide them? Hand them over now."
She had already searched the entire bed when she came over, but couldn't find it. It must be hidden on that old hag.
Zhao Qinglan originally thought that she would wait until she recovered in the hospital before going to Wang Dazhi to get a divorce, but now she didn't want to wait anymore. It was all Wang's family who forced her. Since they didn't want her and her daughter to have a good life, then no one should have a good life!
Knowing that she couldn't reason with her unreasonable mother-in-law, Zhao Qinglan stopped trying, picked up Xiaoduo, and walked outside.
Old Mrs. Wang naturally wouldn't give up, following them with her fingers and curses, but Zhao Qinglan ignored her completely, treating her like air.
Although Zhao Qinglan was still somewhat weak, she was young after all, and she walked very fast while carrying her thin daughter. Old Mrs. Wang had bound feet and could not keep up after walking a short distance, only cursing incessantly behind her.
After shaking off her mother-in-law, Zhao Qinglan went back to the hospital, found the doctor who treated her, and got her medical records. Only after doing all this did she take her daughter's hand and head straight to the clothing factory where Wang Dazhi worked.
Today was supposed to be a workday, but Wang Dazhi took the day off because his wife, Zhao Qinglan, had fainted and been hospitalized. When Zhao Qinglan brought Xiaoduo to the gate of the garment factory, the workers inside were working hard.
After Zhao Qinglan and Wang Dazhi got married, she rarely visited the garment factory, so the gatekeeper didn't recognize her and naturally stopped her.
"What are you doing here? This is a key production area; unauthorized personnel are not allowed to trespass."
Zhao Qinglan wiped her face, revealing a distressed expression. "Sir, I'm Wang Dazhi's wife from your factory. I want to ask the factory leaders for help. Can you let me in?"
In the garment factory, no one knows more about the gossip than the gatekeeper, especially the big and small leaders. He knows a lot about their families.
Upon hearing this, he looked at Zhao Qinglan carefully. "Are you the one Director Wang married later?"
Zhao Qinglan nodded and wiped her eyes. "It's me, this is my daughter, Xiaoduo."
Although the garment factory's staff quarters and production area are not far apart, they are not in the same place.
Zhao Qinglan was like an invisible person in her daily life. Apart from buying groceries, she would stay at home and work quietly. Therefore, the gatekeeper didn't know much about her. He only heard that she was a diligent and honest woman.
It seems he has suffered a great injustice; otherwise, would an honest man be forced to bring his daughter to the factory to ask the leaders for help?
The old man sighed and opened the door. "Go in. If you're looking for a leader, just ask whoever you see. All the leaders' offices are together."
"Oh, thank you, sir, you're a good person." Zhao Qinglan looked grateful, which made the old man feel even more sorry for them.
"Hurry up and go inside, or it'll be time to finish work soon."
Zhao Qinglan then led Xiaoduo inside and asked everyone she met where the factory's women's director's office was, quickly finding out the location.
As they approached the women's director's office, she stopped, pinched her thigh hard, and cried out in pain. Then, covering her face, she led her daughter to their destination with great fanfare.
Xiao Duo saw her mother crying and, not understanding why, started crying too. The mother and daughter cried all the way to the door of the Women's Director's office.
Their commotion naturally attracted a lot of attention. As soon as the two arrived, many people from the offices came out to watch or peeked through the windows.
Women's Director Sui Wenjing was holding an enamel teacup and discussing with two staff members in her office what to eat in the cafeteria when she heard a crying sound coming from afar, finally stopping at the door of her office.
After exchanging a glance with the two officers, Sui Wenjing immediately put down her teacup and went outside.
Upon seeing someone come out, Zhao Qinglan began to cry and complain, "I can't live like this anymore, I can't live like this anymore."
"Comrade, whose family are you related to? I don't recognize you. Let's sit down and talk about what's wrong." Upon hearing the tearful complaint, Sui Wenjing immediately got into work mode.
With so many people in the factory watching, this is a perfect opportunity for Director Sui to make her mark. She must resolve this woman's grievances.
Zhao Qinglan lowered her hand and looked at Sui Wenjing nervously, asking, "Can you help me make this decision?"
"Yes, I'm the women's director in our factory. I can help you with anything that concerns women. So, what's wrong?"
"Comrade Chairman once said that women hold up half the sky, and I believe you." Zhao Qinglan spoke with an air of trust, as if she had finally found the organization and was now asking for their help in seeking justice.
Upon hearing the Chairman's words, Sui Wenjing immediately became serious. This female comrade actually knew what the Chairman had said; it seemed she would have to handle this matter more carefully.
"Hey, isn't this Xiao Wang's wife?" someone who lived diagonally across from Wang Dazhi's house exclaimed in surprise.
"Xiao Wang, which Xiao Wang?" someone immediately asked.
There are at least eighty or a hundred people with the surname Wang in the factory. If you don't tell them their names, who would know which Wang it is?
"It's Wang Dazhi, the director of Workshop Two." There was nothing wrong with saying that, so the man immediately spoke up.
"Oh..." Now everyone's gaze towards Zhao Qinglan and her daughter became somewhat meaningful.
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