Reborn not to be a simp, the school beauty's whole family goes crazy

Meng Zhengguo stood up and paced back and forth in the room.

With each step, his body trembled, a result of the intertwining pain and anger.

He thought to himself that he was, after all, a workshop director in a state-owned enterprise, and a person of some standing outside.

Normally, the workers at the factory treat him with utmost respect, but now his own wife has hired someone to teach him a lesson, and he can't swallow this insult.

“Those thugs, they all look like bad people, how could Chu Yu get involved with them?”

Meng Zhengguo continued talking to himself, the image of Chu Yu with the thugs constantly flashing through his mind.

Those images were like sharp blades, piercing his nerves.

He could almost see Chu Yu chatting and laughing with the thugs, leaning close together intimately.

This made Meng Zhengguo even angrier. He wished he could rush to Chu Yu, grab her shoulders, shake her violently, and demand to know what was going on.

The next morning, thin clouds floated in the sky like a veil.

The sunlight struggled to pierce through the clouds, shining on the streets and alleys of Nanjiang County, draping the small town in a golden veil.

It should have been a peaceful and beautiful morning.

However, a sense of oppression permeated Meng Zhengguo's room.

Meng Zhengguo got out of bed early, before it was fully light.

The aches and pains all over his body felt like countless tiny needles pricking him, making every movement extremely difficult.

His face was full of pain, and his brows were tightly furrowed into a deep frown.

With each movement of his body, he couldn't help but let out a few soft groans.

Meng Zhengguo's arms were covered in bruises, as if they had been heavily smeared with a layer of purplish-black paint.

The wound on my leg is still throbbing, and even the slightest exertion causes muscle spasms.

Despite the pain, Meng Zhengguo dragged his heavy steps into the bathroom and quickly washed up.

In the mirror, he looked haggard, with clear scars on his face.

A long abrasion extended from his forehead to his cheek, and the corner of his mouth was slightly swollen.

Looking at his disheveled reflection in the mirror, his anger flared up again.

Thinking back to the menacing appearance of those thugs last night, and their merciless punches and kicks.

His fists clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force.

After washing up, Meng Zhengguo went to the yard and looked at the familiar 82-inch bicycle. The events of last night flooded his mind like a tide.

He seemed to see himself again being dragged into an alley by a group of people and brutally beaten, and a surge of intense anger and resentment welled up in his heart.

But he gritted his teeth and decided to go to work anyway, not wanting others to see his weakness, and even less wanting to be laughed at because of this injury.

With difficulty, I hopped on my bicycle and rode towards the cannery.

Along the way, the morning breeze gently caressed him, but it could not soothe the turmoil in his heart.

Meng Zhengguo's body trembled slightly with the bumps of the bicycle, each jolt a reminder of the pain he had endured the previous night.

The pain emanated from the injured area, causing his forehead to be covered in fine beads of sweat.

He secretly vowed to find out the relationship between Chu Yu and those thugs and make them pay for everything they had done.

Upon arriving at the cannery, Meng Zhengguo forced himself to remain calm as he walked into the workshop.

He straightened his back, trying to hide his pain.

But when his workshop employees saw him like this, they all showed expressions of surprise and curiosity.

Xiao Zhou was a young worker who was usually quite close to Meng Zhengguo.

He couldn't help but step forward, his face full of concern, and asked cautiously, "Director Meng, what happened to the scars on your face?"

"And you have bandages all over your hands. What happened to you?"

Meng Zhengguo's heart tightened, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

But he still answered casually, "Oh, don't mention it. I fell off my bicycle on my way home yesterday."

"I don't know what happened to that road, there was suddenly a big pothole, and I didn't notice and fell in, it was a really bad fall."

"Luckily, no bones or tendons were broken, but it looks scary."

As he spoke, he forced a smile, a smile more painful than a grimace, in an attempt to convince everyone of his words.

However, the employees' eyes were still full of doubt.

They whispered among themselves.

But everyone knows that Meng Zhengguo is a leader, and since the other party doesn't want to talk about it, it's not appropriate to ask any more questions.

Just then, Director Zhang, Meng Zhengguo's superior, walked over.

When Director Zhang saw Meng Zhengguo's disheveled appearance covered in bandages, he couldn't help but frown, his eyes revealing worry.

Factory Director Zhang asked with concern, "Zhengguo, what happened to you? You look badly injured."

"If something goes wrong at work, it will be a real problem."

Meng Zhengguo could only repeat his excuse: "Director Zhang, I fell off my bicycle. It's all my fault for being careless."

"I will be more careful when riding my bike in the future and will not be so reckless again."

Factory Director Zhang looked him up and down, thinking to himself that Meng Zhengguo's appearance was indeed not a good influence.

Moreover, making subordinates work while injured can negatively impact one's reputation as a leader.

So he said to Meng Zhengguo, "How can you work properly like this? Go home and rest for a couple of days, and come back after you've recovered from your injury."

"I'll have someone keep an eye on things in the workshop these next couple of days, so you can just focus on recovering."

Although Meng Zhengguo was somewhat unwilling, he still gratefully flattered her, saying, "Director Zhang, thank you so much. You are so understanding."

"Don't worry, I'll arrange the work in the workshop right away, and I'll make sure it doesn't interfere with anything at the factory."

"You've been so good to me, I'll definitely work harder in the future to live up to your trust."

Factory Director Zhang nodded, patted Meng Zhengguo on the shoulder, and left with his hands behind his back.

Meng Zhengguo then forced himself to work and methodically arranged all the tasks in the workshop.

He explained in detail the precautions for each step of the production process to his replacement.

Only then did he push his bicycle and leave the cannery.

But instead of going home to rest as his superiors had suggested, he hopped on his bicycle and headed towards Chu Yu's residence.

As Meng Zhengguo rode his bicycle, he thought to himself, "Chu Yu, you actually dared to send someone to deal with me. I will definitely not let this go."

"I'll see what you're really capable of! I'm going to get to the bottom of this today!"

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, or I'll make you regret it!"

A fierce glint appeared in Meng Zhengguo's eyes, and he pedaled his bicycle with increasing force.

As if venting all the anger in his heart on the road, the wheels spun rapidly, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The morning sunlight gently spilled onto the streets of Nanjiang County.