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

"Xin Xin, you also have a daughter. Do you really want your daughter to live the kind of life you're living?" Widow Huang pointed to the room where her daughter slept. "Being bullied by a gigolo who only cares about his own home—you really have some nerve!"

Xin Xin's eyes gradually glazed over. She felt that her stepmother's mocking tone seemed to carry a hint of disappointment, "If you're so capable, why do you still rely on men? Why don't you rely on yourself?"

Widow Huang: "When everyone can earn money through their own abilities, see if I still need to rely on men. You, the daughter of a factory director, fell for that man and even got beaten by him. I really don't understand."

If I were you, not only would I not leave my factory manager father, but I would also make him be suppressed by my father for the rest of his life. I would also try every means to inherit my father's factory. I would not leave anything that I could fight for to others.

What kind of skill is it to lift up a man? Lifting yourself up is the safest thing to do. You still ask me what my purpose is? My purpose is that I hope my daughter won't have to live the life I did, and won't have to depend on others for her livelihood.

Xin Xin's rusty brain seemed to start working again. "You just said you hoped that someone would help us women in the future, help us deal with those who bully us, and that you hoped to improve the atmosphere. Are you thinking about your daughter?"

Widow Huang pouted, "I'm not like you. You only care about your useless reputation and public image. I don't care about any of that. I just want to live well, for my children to live well, to not be bullied, and to have a good life. For this goal, I will work hard even if it is painful."

Xin Xin couldn't stand these words. "You're talking nonsense. How could I not take care of my daughter? I even take her with me when I go back to my parents' home. I've already considered that if I leave her at my in-laws' house, she'll definitely get beaten."

Widow Huang: "But what wicked thoughts did you have towards those women's directors who helped you? If they continue to work so hard, who knows when better days might come for us women."

But what did you do? You directly tried to kill that hope. You wanted your dad to suppress them all and make them unable to do anything, and that would satisfy you, wouldn't it? For the sake of that cowardly gigolo in your family, how many people's hopes are you going to kill?

Think about it carefully. What are you going to do with the man in your family? If you really can't let go of that good-for-nothing, I'll have your dad send you back. As your stepmother, I'd love for you to visit your parents' home less often.

Xin Xin fell silent, her mind still a bit foggy. All she wanted was for these women's directors to teach her husband a lesson so he wouldn't come home and beat her again. She just didn't want to break up the family, so how did it become killing hope?

Seeing that she remained as lifeless as ever, Widow Huang lost her will to speak. It seemed there was no hope of her talking to her father on her own; she should think of a way to get the old man to lift his oppression of the women's directors.

Widow Huang went upstairs, never wanting to see that widow again.

But when she came downstairs to cook dinner, she saw that brat grabbing her hand and pulling her to the side.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Widow Huang said, displeased.

Xin Xin glanced furtively at her father sitting outside and whispered, "Aunt Huang!"

Widow Huang: "What is it now?"

Xin Xin seemed to have made up her mind, "Could you talk to my dad for me? I want a divorce!"

Widow Huang swiftly pulled her hand away from her arm. "You've figured it out in just one afternoon?"

Xin Xin: "Yes, you're right. He's a shameless coward who lives off a woman. I haven't enjoyed anything good from being with him, and I even had my dad do favors for him. Why does he beat me up and say that I only gave birth to a daughter and that she's useless?"

Widow Huang: "No, I just said a few words, and you understood?"

Xin Xin: "I've really thought it through. If I go back to live with him with my daughter, I don't know when my daughter will be exchanged for a dowry. I can't bet on their conscience. They've even hit people, what else wouldn't they do? Aunt Huang, please talk to the old man for me. I'm afraid he's too old-fashioned and won't agree to my request."

Widow Huang waved her hand: "Impossible, I can't say it for you. If you want to go, go yourself, I won't help."

Xin Xin didn't understand. "Why? Didn't you want me not to retaliate against those women's directors? If you put in a good word for me, not only will I not retaliate, but I'll also help them in the future."

Widow Huang patiently explained, suppressing her temper, "I'm not your biological mother, so I can't possibly interfere in such an important life event as yours. If I don't say a word, I'll be caught in the middle."

I hope you won't cause them trouble, but that doesn't mean I'll help you get a divorce. If I dared to speak up about something like this, your dad would kick me out, believe me? Besides, what if you regret it later and turn around and blame me? How would I face anyone then?

She hurriedly ran away, afraid that this brainless brat would harm her.

Chen Xiangbei had been enjoying a life of luxury with Director Song for the past few days, and he was in high spirits. However, he felt uneasy after hearing that Qiao Yi had gone on a blind date with the son of the cannery director.

"Director Song, tell me, what's the background of that cannery director?" Chen Xiangbei shamelessly pressed for details.

Factory Director Song was eating in the canteen when he heard this brat asking about it again. In the past three days, he had asked him no less than five times.

He ignored him the last few times and turned away, but this time... the brat grabbed his sleeve as if afraid he would run away.

Factory Director Song: "Why are you always asking about other people's business? What does it have to do with you?"

Chen Xiangbei said righteously, "I need to know everything about every worker in our factory. I can't let them be deceived."

Factory Director Song: "But that person works at the cannery!"

Chen Xiangbei: "But he wanted to make a move on the female colleagues in our factory."

Factory Director Song asked in confusion, "Who from our factory?"

Chen Xiangbei was too embarrassed to say, so he could only wave his hand and say, "I'll tell you after I find out. Anyway, I need to know if he's a good person and if he'll be a good husband for us women."

Factory Director Song hesitated before speaking: “I haven’t seen him many times. It seems that the director and his wife are both workers. He has three older sisters and one son. He’s a very down-to-earth person. Two of his sisters are married, and the other one is engaged. His family is quite… quite harmonious. If he were to be with one of the women in our factory, he would be a good candidate.”

Chen Xiangbei slammed his fist on the table angrily, “What a great candidate! Not good at all... Not good at all!”

Factory Director Song also raised his voice: "What's wrong with him? What's wrong with him? I heard his son is good-looking and capable at work, he's good in every way!"

Chen Xiangbei pouted: "Anyway, it doesn't sound good!"