You have the right not to speak.

At this moment, the single eyelid was glaring at him angrily, as if he wanted to eat someone. Haihua couldn't help cursing in his heart: "Fuck, is this because he is not satisfied with his sexual desire or did he lose a lot of money yesterday and come looking for trouble so early in the morning."

: "Wearing pink in a flirty way is really self-indulgent."

On the surface, Haihua laughed contemptuously: "I am not the sun, I can't shine. If I really have special abilities, I will definitely see you from head to toe, even your hair is bald. Humph~"

Chen Wenbin enjoyed the satisfaction of everyone focusing their attention on him, and smugly retorted, "Keep on making excuses!"

At this time, father Chen Ziye had finished eating. He put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses gracefully, then looked at Chen Wenbin solemnly and said sternly, "Bin'er, your pink dress is really out of place. You still have to go to the factory later. If you don't want to be pointed at by others, change it quickly."

Wen Bin's face turned red, and he said firmly: "I am not afraid of being talked about. As a man, I have the right to enjoy the freedom of dress."

His eyes were firm and confident, as if he was declaring his position to everyone.

However, this statement caused a burst of laughter. Haihua was the first to laugh out loud, gloating over the misfortune. Several other colleagues also laughed unabashedly, as if they found Wenbin's remarks very funny.

Grandpa Chen Qing Ling, the patriarch, had been silent at first, but at this moment he suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice: "I'm scared." His voice was filled with a hint of helplessness and worry, which surprised everyone.

Then, Grandpa said seriously: "If you don't want to be a stain on the Chen family, then change your clothes quickly." His eyes revealed an unquestionable majesty, making the younger generation dare not say a word. At this time, Grandpa seemed like an insurmountable mountain, which made people feel awe.

In this tense atmosphere, Wenbin lowered his head silently, perhaps with a lot of reluctance and confusion in his heart. But facing his grandfather's order and everyone's gaze, he finally chose to obey.

After all, in this traditional family, the words of the elders are the authority, and no one dares to disobey them easily. Grandpa never cares about the younger generation's dress, as long as they are decent and clean. He will be inspecting the factory soon, and pink clothes are indeed not suitable for leaders.

The third grandson Wenbin opened his mouth to protest, but his father Chen Ziye seemed to have reached the limit of his patience and glared, "If you don't want to be suspected of being a rapist, go and change it immediately."

Mother Song Liyu looked at the serious expressions of her parents-in-law and father-in-law, and explained softly to Wenbin: "Bin'er, listen to the advice and change it first."

"Didn't you watch the news? Half a month ago, a major case of five people soliciting prostitution with a female music student occurred at the Shilixiang Hotel in Kyoto. An eyewitness said that the main culprit was wearing a pink T-shirt. Now the whole city is talking about it. We don't want our family to be caught in the crossfire."

Grandma Dong Xiaoyuan also said, "Your uncle Han, Chief Han Zhiyong, was also urgently transferred from Guicheng to Kyoto to serve as the chief judge. He works in a different place, which means that the suspect may have some background."

When Chen Wenbin was about to reply, his grandmother Dong Xiaoyuan suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Bin'er, when did you buy this pink dress?"

Chen Wenbin never thought that pursuing the freedom of dressing would lead to him being involved in a lawsuit. He looked at his grandmother innocently and answered honestly, "Grandma, I just bought it when I was shopping last time. I wore it once last month, and today is the second time."

Uncle Chen Di suddenly interrupted, "Binbin, there are still a lot of unopened new clothes in my room! Come on, come with me and pick one to change into first."

Chen Wenbin felt as if he had been pardoned when he heard this. He really couldn't stand wearing this pink dress any longer. If he didn't find a way to change it, he would probably be talked about and lectured by the elders until dinner time. So, he hurriedly followed his uncle to the west wing as if he was fleeing.

On the other hand, Chen Haihua actually wanted to go with them to pick clothes, but he couldn't find a suitable excuse. Helplessly, he had to sit there obediently, holding up the teacup absentmindedly, sipping it in small sips, his eyes always wandering, obviously his mind was not on drinking tea at all.

He exchanged a glance with his second sister, eyes full of question marks, and then looked at his eldest brother Wen Qiang, who made a gesture to keep quiet. Haihua nodded in understanding.

Grandpa Chen Qing Ling spoke again: "Li Yu, please help Cui Yuan order a year's worth of newspapers tomorrow. We, the descendants of the Chen family, cannot wait until the enemy's artillery fire starts before picking up hoes and fighting the enemy to the death."

"Hua'er, you don't look familiar. Come with us to the thread factory and learn more about any suspicious people and things in the factory. When you grow up, it will only be good for you to understand the complexity of society earlier."

Haihua asked curiously, "Did Grandpa find anything suspicious?"

Grandpa Chen Qing Ling teased: "Why, it's too difficult and you don't want to do the homework, so you just copied the answers?"

Chen Haihua said humbly: "How could that be? I will definitely observe it carefully and understand it clearly."

Grandma Dong Xiaoyuan smiled and kindly reminded: "Hua'er, from now on, when you have a day off, you must go to the thread factory and work for eight hours a day. You can't be picky about your position. Can you accept this?"

Haihua asked doubtfully, "Will the third brother go?"

Grandpa Chen Qing Ling looked at his only son Chen Ziye: "What has your Bin'er been busy with recently? Every time I called the antique shop, the clerk said he was not in. What's wrong with him?"

Grandpa's face showed an expression of disappointment. His face was as dark as ink, as if he was suppressing endless anger and disappointment. He said in a heavy tone:

"If that guy doesn't want to take over Huaxiang Antique Shop No. 1, then I can only hand over both antique shops to his uncle. When the dividends are distributed at the end of the year, if they are picky, complain about injustice, and accuse me of favoritism as before, it will be too disheartening! In fact, the profitability of Hongxiang Antique Shop No. 2 is far less than that of No. 1. If he doesn't know how to cherish this opportunity and refuses it without knowing what's good for him, he will regret it in the future!"

Chen Ziye explained: "Since Bin'er started dating Mu Rongxue, the eldest daughter of the Mu family, who owns the tailor shop, he also wanted to learn some tailoring skills. He deliberately chose to go to class during the day. After class at 5 o'clock, he said that he would go to Huaxiang store every day to replace the employees for lunch until the store closed. Dad, he is now studying hard every day like a chicken blood, very diligent."

The patriarch Chen Qingling's tense face relaxed a little. He pondered for a moment and then said, "The children of the Chen family need to have a deep understanding of the daily operations of our own factory! Li Yu, you have always had a good memory, so you will be responsible for arranging for Bin'er to study in the factory."