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

This barrage of insults left Fang's mother bewildered. What did their family's affairs have to do with this old hag? Nobody else had spoken up except for that man and this old woman. What, did they think they were so capable?

She cursed even more filthily than the village chief's wife, who was known for her foul language. Her long, drawn-out sentences seemed to come out of her mouth without her having to think, as if they were born to be spat out. For every sentence she uttered, the other person would say ten. How could anyone possibly get a word in edgewise?

But Fang's mother was still angry. She felt that it was okay to scold her, and it was okay to scold her old man, but why should she scold her son? Her three sons were all excellent, and look how badly this old hag had scolded them.

"You're the one who doesn't act like a man at all! My son is so much better than you!" Fang's mother angrily cursed. "You old hag, you love meddling in other people's business. Is it because no one's letting you interfere in your own family's affairs? What a piece of trash you are."

Old Mrs. Xia: "What are you? What are you? You're just a rotten thing. Your son, who doesn't work, is a good-for-nothing, and your promising daughter is ruined by you. You deserve to be poor your whole life, and you deserve to be a servant to those few bastards in the Fang family your whole life. Are you serving your son? Are you serving your son's...thing?"

Although his words were rough but the reasoning was sound, they made even single men like Jiang Wenhua blush, let alone the young women in the factory. What was Old Xia doing? What kind of nonsense was he spouting?

"Old Xia, Old Xia, stop, let me say a few words." He had to stop him, otherwise if Old Xia said something unacceptable, their textile factory would be laughed at. Having such an old worker who never listens to reason must give their factory manager a headache.

We still had to give Jiang Wenhua face; just like he said, they needed to cooperate well. So, Old Mrs. Xia kept quiet, being very considerate.

When Fang's parents saw this, they were even more convinced that Jiang Wenhua was a leader. Didn't they see that this arrogant old woman was shut up by this young man? If he wasn't a leader, who would have such influence?

Although she was from the countryside, she wasn't unaware of certain rules. People generally couldn't stop this old hag; it seems this young man holds a high position.

The misunderstanding arose, but it was advantageous for Grandma Xia and her family. After all, ordinary people wouldn't dare to yell at their superiors, and even factory leaders have a certain amount of influence.

Jiang Wenhua quickly noticed that Fang's parents seemed to have softened their attitude. He guessed that his identity was starting to be useful, so he immediately took advantage of their power and said, "Family members of Comrade Fang, why don't you tell me what you want to do this time?"

You can't keep causing trouble in the factory and affecting our production, can you? Let me tell you, that's illegal. If I have the security guards take you to the police station, that won't be good. Why don't we talk calmly about what you're doing here?

After arguing for so long, we still don't understand why you slapped our little Fang right off the bat. Even if you're her parents, this is still wrong.

Mr. Fang: "That's my daughter. I can hit her if I want, and she deserves to die. I gave her this life, so her life belongs to me. What's wrong with hitting her?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yingdi's already icy heart sank even further. So, in her parents' eyes, her life wasn't her own, and therefore she could be used and abused at will?

Her older sisters' lives weren't their own, so when they were young, they worked like donkeys, eating little and doing a lot, but they never received any praise. They were only expected to do so because their lives belonged to their parents. If they died, it was because of their bad luck, and they might even be considered unlucky to die at home, rather than being allowed to marry off and receive less dowry.

It wasn't just their family; this was the fate of most girls in the village. After using their parents' money and their in-laws' money, if they died in their parents' home, they were disliked for being raised for nothing and bringing bad luck. If they died in their in-laws' home, they were also cursed for bringing bad luck, dying before they had even had enough to live on.

Fang Yingdi felt a chill run through her body. These weren't relatives; they were even crueler than slaves from the old days. At least slaves weren't bound by their promises of love. From a young age, they clearly understood that their relationship was merely a transaction, devoid of any expectation; they were simply meant to live and wait to die.

And they still hope that their parents love them, they just don't know how to express it, or they don't know how to raise children, but there is love in some way.

That's what the books teach: there are no children who don't love their parents, and no parents who don't love their children. But now, what they're doing isn't love at all. The books are wrong. Poor families don't have love; they only care about continuing the family line and making the most of everything.

Fang Yingdi didn't know if the children of those working-class families or leaders' families suffered as much as they did. She had only seen Qiao Yi's family, which was not like that. Qiao Yi's family was the real home she had always dreamed of, where everyone genuinely cared for each other. That was the kind of home she had always longed for.

Jiang Wenhua noticed that Xiao Fang's body seemed to be trembling a little. He had his back to Jiang Wenhua and Fang's parents. Even when Fang's father was pushing him, he didn't turn around or fight back. Jiang Wenhua was really angry.

"Listen to what a human being says! Is the law something your Fang family sets? Is the child's life yours to do? You think you can just beat him to death whenever you want?" He pushed Fang's father toward the security department, where Deputy Captain Wang of the security department hugged him tightly. He was stunned. Who would want to hug an old man?

He immediately pushed the person away and shouted, "Speak up, don't lay a hand on me. If you lay a hand on me again, even if you're family, I'll send you to the police station."

Once threatened, Mr. Fang didn't dare to lay a hand on his daughter, and his voice even trembled as he asked, "Are the police officers going to interfere with us disciplining our daughter?"

Jiang Wenhua was just released from the police station a few days ago. In that state, if Fang Yingdi doesn't turn against him, there might still be a chance. But the problem is that Fang Yingdi might turn against him, and then all our efforts will be in vain. To be on the safe side, it's best not to go.

Even if I don't go, I still have to scare them. "Of course, do you think the police are just sitting around doing nothing? Do you know that old man in so-and-so's compound who abused his granddaughter and got arrested and sent to a labor camp? Our place is different from your village. Confess now, have you ever killed anyone?"

Grandma Xia immediately chimed in, "Judging from your appearance, how many daughters have you had? More than the four Comrade Fang mentioned, right?"

Mr. Fang's face flushed red. "I haven't killed anyone. How much can a girl eat? Wouldn't it be better to raise her and exchange her for a dowry? I'm not stupid. Once the dowry is exchanged, we can get a wife for our son and then we can enjoy our good life."

This score was calculated very clearly for him.