Rebirth 93: Break off the engagement at the beginning and marry Bai Fumei

Chen Yang's mother slammed her rice bowl down on the table with a loud "thud," splashing soup everywhere. She stood up, hands on her hips, her face ashen: "No one is allowed to go today!"

Chen Guohua froze, his smile frozen on his face: "What are you doing? The provincial party secretary is right here, what kind of behavior is this, shouting like that!"

Chen Yang's mother glared at him, her voice high-pitched and shrill: "What are you doing? What are you saying I'm doing?"

She pointed upstairs, her voice trembling, "Don't you know what's wrong with Ziwei? She hasn't come downstairs for three days!"

“When she gave birth, she didn’t stay in bed for more than three days! Now she’s so sick, and you still want Chen Yang to work on the factory? Are you even a father? This family depends on me all by myself!”

Upon hearing this, Chen Guohua's expression changed, and his tone turned icy. "What kind of attitude is this! Can't you speak a little softer? Secretary Wei is right here!"

Chen Yang's mother crossed her arms, rolled her eyes, and snorted coldly: "So what if it's the Party Secretary? Even if the Governor came, he'd still have to be reasonable!"

As she spoke, Chen Yang's mother turned to Wei Yuan, her eyes reddening: "Secretary Wei, please be the judge."

“My wife is so sick that she can’t eat, can’t sleep, and keeps having nightmares at night.”

“As the mother-in-law, it breaks my heart to see this. Now you're sending my son to work at the factory, how can he be at ease? How can Ziwei be at ease?”

Wei Yuan was caught off guard by this sudden outburst and quickly said, "Big sister, please don't get agitated, that's not what I meant..."

Chen Yang's mother didn't give him a chance to speak at all, "That's not what you meant? Then what do you mean?"

She pointed to the dining table: "Look, what are we eating? Braised pork, braised prawns, and chicken soup."

"What about Ziwei? She can only drink plain porridge! She smells the aroma of shrimp and her mouth is watering, but she just can't eat it! How can I, as her mother-in-law, feel good seeing this?!"

As she spoke, her voice trembled with sobs, and she buried her face in her arms on the dining table and began to cry.

Chen Guohua got impatient and glared at him: "That's enough! What time is it? Stop making a scene!"

He pointed upstairs, "Didn't Secretary Wei say that it doesn't necessarily have to be Ziwei who comes forward? Chen Yang can do it! That kid has nothing better to do all day, so why not get the factory up and running?!"

Chen Yang's mother stood up and glared at him: "What do you mean Yangyang has nothing to do?"

Her voice suddenly rose, and she pointed her finger at Chen Guohua's nose, "Wasn't your Jiangcheng Electronics Factory opened with Chen Yang's help?"

"When the factory workers rioted back then, who gave you the idea and helped you? It was our son!"

"Yangyang has so many things to do every day! Now that he's finally able to rest at home for a few days and take care of his wife, why can't he?!"

Chen Guohua was speechless.

Chen Yang's mother continued, her voice growing louder: "And another thing! If Chen Yang opens the factory, how can Ziwei not be anxious? I know her temper all too well!"

"She must be worrying about things at the factory every day, unable to sleep or eat. What if she develops some health problems later? Who will be responsible?"

With that, she put her hands on her hips and said firmly, "I said no, and that's final!"

Chen Guohua was so angry that his face turned red. He put his hands on his hips and pointed at his wife, saying, "What do you know, you woman?"

His voice rose: "If Secretary Wei hadn't been in a difficult position, would he have come to our family for help?! Do you know how much face that is?!"

Chen Yang's mother turned her face away and sneered, "Face? How much is face worth? How much per pound? Tell me where you buy it, and I'll buy some for you!"

Chen Guohua stomped his feet in anger: "You...you're being unreasonable!"

The two argued back and forth, their words escalating until the living room was in complete chaos. Wei Yuan and Director Li stood by, unsure whether to intervene or not, their faces etched with embarrassment.

Director Li said cautiously, "Sister, Director Chen, please stop arguing and let's discuss this calmly..."

Chen Yang's mother waved her hand dismissively: "What's there to discuss? There's nothing to discuss!"

"I'm in charge here. If I say no, then no!"

Chen Guohua was so angry he was panting heavily: "You...you're going to piss me off!"

Wei Yuan looked at this person, then at that person, sweat beading on his forehead. He hadn't expected that a deputy secretary like himself would encounter such a situation upon his visit. But he also had a vague feeling that this argument wasn't so simple, and it seemed to be directed at him.

Fang Zhenguo sat in his chair, holding a teacup, slowly sipping his tea. He watched the farce unfolding before him, secretly amused.

Old Chen and his wife work together really well.

One played the good cop, the other the bad cop. One wanted to go upstairs to call for help, the other desperately tried to stop him. The argument was so lively, so realistic.

Wei Yuan and Director Li, standing to the side, were completely drawn into the same trap.

Fang Zhenguo secretly admired Old Chen. In crucial moments, he was more shrewd than anyone else. And his wife, despite her usual boisterousness and seemingly ordinary nature, was very perceptive. The two of them worked together seamlessly!

Thinking of this, he thought of Chen Yang again. This family is really... He took a sip of tea and suppressed his smile.

Just then, a loud shout came from upstairs: "What's all the noise about?!"

Everyone was stunned and looked up at the second floor. Chen Yang stood at the top of the stairs, his face ashen and his eyes as cold as ice: "Xiao Wei just ate a couple of bites of food, but you all made her lose her appetite!"

His voice was clearly filled with anger, and the living room fell silent instantly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chen Guohua pointed upstairs and shouted, "Chen Yang! Come down! Secretary Wei is here! He needs to see you!"

Chen Yang glanced down at him, then at Wei Yuan and Director Li, his eyes cold as if he were looking at two strangers.

He didn't come downstairs, but coldly said, "Xiao Wei hasn't finished eating yet, she's busy! If you need anything, come upstairs yourself."

After saying that, he turned and disappeared at the top of the stairs.

Wei Yuan and Director Li exchanged a glance, then steeled themselves and went upstairs. In the bedroom on the second floor, Fang Ziwei lay on the bed, covered with a blanket, her face pale—actually, Chen Yang had asked her to apply some powder. Her brows were furrowed, and she softly murmured:

"My head hurts...it hurts..."

Chen Yang sat on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl of white porridge in his hands, carefully feeding her. The scene was incredibly heartwarming.

Wei Yuan and Director Li stood at the door, unsure whether to go in or back out.

Chen Yang raised his head, glanced at them, and said coldly, "Come in and sit down."

The two sat on chairs by the door. After a moment, Wei Yuan cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Chen, first of all, on behalf of the province, I apologize to you and your wife."

"This incident was a mistake on our part. Section Chief Ma has been dismissed, and those responsible will be dealt with."

Chen Yang didn't say anything, but continued to feed her porridge. Fang Ziwei squinted her eyes, but kept trying to smile.

Seeing that Chen Yang ignored him, Wei Yuan continued, "The higher-ups are really pushing things over the factory right now. I know your wife is sick and needs to rest."

"But this really can't be delayed. If you can step in, get the factory up and running..."

Chen Yang sneered and interrupted him, "Gentlemen, how many times have your men come to my house today?"

Wei Yuan was taken aback and turned to look at Director Li beside him.

Chen Yang put down the porridge bowl, gently wiped the crumbs from Fang Ziwei's mouth, and held up three fingers: "The third round!"

He crossed his legs, his voice as cold as the winter wind: "Section Chief Ma comes in the morning, Director Li comes in the afternoon, and you, the Party Secretary, come in the evening."

"This is the third time, with three different groups of people. What exactly do you want?"

He reached for the bowl of porridge on the bedside table and handed it to Wei Yuan: "See this?"

Wei Yuan looked at the bowl of white porridge, not understanding what he meant.

Chen Yang's lips twitched, and he gave a faint, cold laugh: "You saw what they're eating downstairs, didn't you? Braised prawns, braised pork, and chicken soup."

"But what about Xiaowei? She can only drink this." He put down the bowl of porridge, looked at the weak figure on the bed, and his eyes reddened slightly: "If it were your wife, wouldn't you feel sorry for her?"

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, but couldn't speak, and didn't know what he was saying.

Chen Yang looked them up and down and continued, "Our family's factory was perfectly fine, and they just shut it down because they told you to."

"Now you think you can just let us have our way? What do you take us for?"

His voice grew louder and his gaze colder: "Treat it like Sunday, do whatever you want!"

Wei Yuan and Director Li sat there, unable to utter a single word.

The room was eerily quiet, with only Fang Ziwei's occasional moans standing out clearly in the silence.