"Honey, someone from your factory is here to pick you up."
Qin Wenhao turned his head and shouted toward the courtyard.
Fu Mingxue hadn’t expected this.
But her bicycle was indeed still locked up at the factory.
"Okay, I’ll be right out."
She first went back into the house to grab a green crossbody bag, then walked out.
She said to Qin Wenhao, "You watch the child at home. I’m going to the factory."
Qin Wenhao nodded. "Okay."
Fu Mingxue got in the car.
The man who came to pick her up immediately closed the car door for her, then walked around to the driver’s side, started the car, and drove off—
At this time of day, the family courtyard was still quite crowded.
Many people had heard what the driver called her—he seemed to have just said "Group Leader Fu."
Was it Group Leader Fu? Or Deputy Group Leader?
Wait, Fu Mingxue was already at the group leader level at that engine factory?
Good heavens, how old is she? And she’s already a deputy group leader?
That was the most prestigious large company in the whole district, a state-owned enterprise that countless people dreamed of joining but could never get into.
It was an "iron rice bowl" with especially good benefits and wages.
So one could only imagine how impressive a group leader position was.
Even if it was just a deputy group leader—that was still incredibly impressive.
What’s more, a group leader who warranted a car sent from the factory to pick her up—that was just too incredible.
Some were sick with envy.
Others were overcome with curiosity. "Qin Tuan, what kind of work does your wife do? I remember she’s only been working for a few months, right? How is she a group leader already?"
Promotions didn’t happen that fast!
Qin Wenhao remained expressionless, not giving them an inch. "Why are you prying into this? Anyone who didn’t know better might think you were a spy! That wouldn’t be good."
She sneered. "Hmph, what’s so great about it? It’s just a deputy group leader. Qin Wenhao must have pulled some strings to get it for her."
Lü Feng, who was in the middle of dinner, heard his wife and felt a headache coming on.
’Now what is she mad about?’
"Don’t talk nonsense. Qin Tuan’s wife found that job on her own."
"You believe their crap? She’s a woman, younger than me, and has only been working for a few months? And she’s already a deputy group leader? If Qin Wenhao didn’t pull strings for her, I’ll eat shit."
Lü Feng, who was eating, was instantly sick to his stomach.
"—Honey, can you please stop talking about people behind their backs? Qin Tuan’s wife has real skills."
Seeing as she was pregnant, he didn’t want to argue.
It would be terrible if she got worked up and something happened to her.
Zhu Xiaohong was furious. "Lü Feng, what do you mean by defending her? Is it because you think she’s pretty?"
Lü Feng’s face went dark. "Zhu Xiaohong, watch your mouth. If word of this gets out, what will people think? Are you trying to make my life miserable?"
’He just didn’t understand—everyone was just living their own life; why on earth did they have to go and provoke others for no good reason?’

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