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

Grandma Xia shook her head: "I've been listening to what Director Song said lately. Every result that appears has an underlying essence. I'm not here to scold you or lecture you. I'm just reflecting on whether my past behavior has led to the way you children have become."

Chen Xiangnan's face darkened, his gaze shifting elsewhere, and he said coldly, "Mom, what's the point of saying all this now? We're not children anymore, we know what we're doing. Your hindsight won't change anything, and even if you become a leader, it won't change anything."

Throughout our lives, you've always been the one with no opinions of your own. Besides taking care of our basic needs, you never taught us anything else. We children figured out the rules of the world and the rules of the house on our own, little by little. Now you tell me you've reflected on it? What's the point?

Mom, your purpose now is to do what you find meaningful, not to waste your time on us.

Grandma Xia closed her eyes and said in a low voice, "I am doing something meaningful right now. It is my dereliction of duty as a mother not to raise you to be positive, independent, strong, and full-hearted children. If you don't want to hear it, then I won't say it. But Lingling and Jiaojiao's babies, don't make the same mistake I did. Don't let them inherit our mistakes."

Seeing that Chen Xiangnan didn't want to talk, Grandma Xia hesitated for a moment, turned around and pulled the doorknob to leave, but before she could open it, she heard Chen Xiangnan say, "Mom, I won't go out to play anymore, and I don't blame you."

"Mom, you never received love from the previous generation either. There's a void in your heart, so it's normal that you can't teach your children well. As for Lingling and the others, I will follow in Tang Jiao's footsteps and try my best to be a good father."

Factory Director Song was always followed by a young follower. When he greeted the factory workers, Chen Xiangbei would follow behind and greet them too. When he went to the canteen for meals, Chen Xiangbei would snatch his lunchbox and get him food. When he was in his office handling matters, Chen Xiangbei would sit quietly and wait for his instructions. When he went home… Chen Xiangbei even tried to follow him home.

"Get out of here! Why do you follow me everywhere I go? If I go to the toilet, are you going to hand me toilet paper?" Director Song didn't even know how to curse him properly. Chen Xiangbei hadn't done anything wrong; he was just too eager to show off.

As a qualified factory manager, you must never undermine the confidence of your workers when they want to perform well, otherwise who will want to advance in the future?

But this time, Director Song really couldn't hold back. Chen Xiangbei had been following him home for three days in a row, calling him "wife" and "master's wife" at home, and making him very happy. He had completely ignored him and was only focused on making delicious food for the kid.

If he doesn't stop it, his wife is going to get this kid a room to stay in. This kid has such a thick skin.

Chen Xiangbei felt wronged after being yelled at. "Factory manager, what are you doing? If you want me to go into the restroom to hand you toilet paper, I can do it. I'll just put it on my schedule from now on. Is it really necessary to get so angry?"

Honestly, why didn't he say so before? He could have just told us what the task was. Chen Xiangbei understands the principle of doing a good job when you take someone's money. Why did he have to yell at him like that?

Factory Director Song: "...You, you're being unreasonable. Is that what I meant?"

Chen Xiangbei panicked: "What do you mean, factory manager? You're not going to fire me, are you? What did I do wrong?"

Factory Director Song tried to calm his agitation. "Apart from work-related matters, you don't need to do anything else, Xiao Chen. I understand it's your first day on the job, but I'm telling you clearly now, you only need to complete the tasks I assign you during work hours. After work, you don't need to follow me anymore, okay?"

Chen Xiangbei nodded.

Factory Director Song was pleased; the young man was teachable.

He turned and left, but soon saw Chen Xiangbei still following him. "Little Chen, why are you still following me?"

Chen Xiangbei chuckled, "Director Song, it's not working hours now, so I don't need to listen to you. So, I'm going to your house to see my master's wife; she said she'd cook pork ribs for me today."

Factory Director Song roared, "I told you not to follow me!"

Chen Xiangbei: "I'm not following you. It's just my relationship with my master's wife. It has nothing to do with you, hehe."

Director Song gave a long speech, but it was completely useless to the kid. After returning home, the kid even complained about him, and his wife kicked him out in the middle of the night to sleep with their son.

It’s simply unreasonable!

The next day, Director Song found Old Lady Xia and complained to her about Chen Xiangbei's misdeeds that morning.

He had never seen such a clever kid who knew how to take advantage of a situation, and was so sweet-talking. His wife, his mother, and the neighbors all said he was a lovable kid, and would often ask him if he wanted to come to their house for a meal.

This is outrageous, absolutely outrageous. He's just Chen Xiangbei's superior, his mentor, not his father. As long as he teaches him well at work, that's enough. How come he's managed to take over the whole family in the blink of an eye?

But when Chen Xiangbei heard this complaint, this brat actually said that a teacher for a day is a father for life, and he respected him like his own father, which made Chen Xiangbei unable to curse him.

After Director Song finished speaking, Old Lady Xia mocked him, "Who was it that said they would return a good, upright child to me?"

Factory Director Song was finally defeated by his own reckless boasting.

But he had one good point: he was unwilling to admit defeat. When he returned to his office, he finally began to take Chen Xiangbei seriously and wrote two large pages to formulate a plan to cultivate Chen Xiangbei.

The road ahead may be long and arduous, but the rewards will surely be substantial.

A few days later, Chen Xiangdong saw Yang Su start taking on odd jobs to do at home, with Wang Xian following behind her carrying a large bag of materials. She looked several years older than before.

Thinking of Chen Xiangbei saying that his father hadn't been back for a long time, that he didn't want his home, and that he didn't want his wife, Chen Xiangdong felt a chill in his heart.

After hearing his words, Zhu Wenying saw Old Chen's character more clearly than he did. "Your dad is that kind of person. He has no sense of responsibility and no commitment. He only wants to enjoy his wife's sacrifices after he marries her. If she resists, he doesn't want to take care of the family anymore. He was like that with your mother before, and he's like that with Yang Su now."

Chen Xiangdong didn't understand, "But I divorced my mother because she insisted on it."

Zhu Wenying folded clothes. "Then why does your mother insist on getting a divorce? If it's simply because the children are unfilial, she could just kick them all out, like the two of us. Out of sight, out of mind, and it's so much more comfortable to keep your salary. Isn't it because your father disgusts her? He's always trying to smooth things over or pretending to be a good person. He's hypocritical. To a woman, someone like him is just as terrifying as a wife-beater."

Chen Xiangdong couldn't understand, but whatever Zhu Wenying said went. He didn't care what his father was like; he was determined to never get a divorce.