She won't clear her name; she'll throw away all the scum.

He and Old Chen locked eyes, feeling incredibly awkward.

Old Chen was caught in the act and felt both ashamed and angry.

He, a man of integrity, was caught being beaten by his wife at his own workplace; he lost all face and dignity.

In that instant, Old Chen thought of many things.

Should he fight back to show his masculinity, or just give up and be a coward? If he fights back, people will think he's a man who actually hit his wife, and all his previous image of a loving family man will collapse. If he doesn't fight back, it's really too cowardly of a grown man to be slapped in the face by a woman and still act like nothing happened.

Finally, Old Chen angrily shoved Old Lady Xia, bluffing, "How dare you hit me?"

Grandma Xia was caught off guard, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.

She looked up at Old Chen, but he was already ice-cold. He felt that his death anniversary was today.

He never expected that such a robust old lady as Grandma Xia would be knocked down by his gentle push.

He was stunned.

It was the comrade who had just been looking at him who reacted and helped him up. "Master Chen, even if you're angry, you can't push someone down. What if they get hurt?"

As soon as Old Lady Xia regained her footing, she pushed the comrade aside and immediately grabbed Old Chen by the hair and started hitting him, saying, "You're something else, you dare to hit me, you actually dare to hit me, today we'll both die."

Old Chen was immediately overwhelmed and beaten. At first, he was too scared to fight back, but then he got angry. This old hag was beating him to death. If he didn't fight back, he would really die.

The two men struggled with each other.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!" The comrade was stunned and started to try to break up the fight.

The commotion was quite loud, attracting people who hadn't gone home after get off work to come and see.

"My God, how did they start fighting?"

"I've never seen anything like it before, Master Chen actually got into a fight with your wife."

"Go call the security team! Why are you letting them beat us like this?"

"There are only two security guards on duty today. I just saw one come over, but the other was on patrol and I don't know where he went."

"The factory manager is here! The factory manager is here! Everyone, make way!"

The factory manager had an urgent task today, so he stayed in another workshop. He vaguely heard a commotion outside, so he came to check it out.

As soon as I came out, a worker grabbed me and rushed me here. He said that the factory's master craftsman and his wife were fighting fiercely at the workshop entrance.

As soon as the factory manager squeezed in, he saw a woman slapping Master Chen's face like a madwoman, pulling his hair and biting him hard.

Even with his large size, Mr. Chen couldn't gain the upper hand in a fight with her.

The factory manager shouted, "There are so many of you, why don't you quickly separate the people?"

The workers rushed to break up the fight; the male workers pulled Mr. Chen away, and the female workers pulled his wife away.

Grandma Xia was panting. Damn it, the more this old man resisted, the more agitated she became. But it was exhausting for her. His blows were quite painful. Grandma Xia felt pain in her stomach and back.

Fortunately, he didn't kill her, otherwise... Old Mrs. Xia thought that if he had really tried to kill her, she definitely wouldn't have been able to beat him. But as long as she was alive, she would go home, grab a kitchen knife, and wait for him to lower his guard before killing him.

When Old Chen came to his senses, he found himself surrounded by a group of people, ostensibly mediating his family dispute with Old Lady Xia, but actually secretly watching him make a fool of himself.

His eyes darkened.

He also felt that he had suffered many injuries, not only being laughed at by others but also having his family discord discovered by the factory manager. Having lived for decades, at this moment, he felt that he would rather be dead.

How will he go to work in the future? How will he gain the trust of the factory manager? How will he act arrogantly in front of his apprentices?