Chapter 6: Jia Zhangshi Causes a Scene at the Rolling Mill

Hearing the news, Qin Huairu clearly had not yet reacted; she simply held back her tears and said as if joking: "Don't tease your sister-in-law. Our Dongxu is in good health, how could something happen to him?"

"Is it possible our Dongxu wants to give me a surprise?"

Qin Huairu forced a smile.

Even Jia Zhangshi, standing to the side, found it unbelievable.

After all, her own son usually liked to mess around with flashy things, like belts, large fishing nets, and the like.

But the person who came to report the news was in a frantic rush, tears almost bursting out of anger, and as he panted heavily, he said word by word: "Brother Jia really has had an accident! First Uncle is at the scene watching right now!"

Clang!!!

The pots and pans in Jia Zhangshi's hands smashed all over the floor, and the Huaihua that Qin Huairu was holding almost slipped from her grasp. At this moment, the mother and daughter could no longer hold back, and they sat directly on the ground, wailing bitterly.

"Oh! My bitter-fated child! How could you let an old woman like me experience the white-haired sending off the black-haired! Oh, my Heavens!"

"How is life supposed to go on from here..., wuu..."

Jia Zhangshi's plump body collapsed onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust for a moment. Qin Huairu also held Huaihua and wept uncontrollably; with a squeeze of her hands, the infant in her arms also began to wail loudly.

The two of them were already sobbing so hard they could not speak.

This commotion also drew out the neighbors. At this time, the Jia Family's reputation was not yet that foul, so quite a few people shed tears along with them.

Bang Geng was already four years old at this time and had not yet started school; hearing the commotion outside the door, he came out hopping and skipping to play.

"The little flying stick is here!"

Bang Geng held a smooth, shiny little wooden stick and hopped back and forth in front of the crowd. Seeing this stick that Jia Dongxu often used, Qin Huairu cried even more heartbrokenly.

"Wuu wuu wuu! The little airplane is here!"

"Huff! Huff..."

Zhao Gangzi had also returned at this time and was standing in the crowd watching the "Crying Seven Passes" performance by Qin Huairu and her daughter, when he saw Bang Geng running over with the little flying stick; he could smell a strange odor from far away.

Zhao Gangzi looked on with disgust, then, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he extended a foot from the crowd and, with a *bang*, kicked Bang Geng flying over a meter away.

He then casually kicked the little wooden stick into pieces.

"Sorry, Brother Jia, I couldn't help myself," Zhao Gangzi could not help but feel a sense of guilt.

Bang Geng was kicked and could not get up on the spot, lying on the ground howling. The sight made the crowd shed tears; some of the older ones wiped their eyes and said directly: "Bang Geng is truly a good child, crying so hard, he will surely be a very filial son in the future..."

"Poor child... to have lost his father at such a young age..."

"Old lady, don't talk nonsense, Jia Dongxu hasn't even been declared dead yet."

After crying for a while, both their voices were already hoarse. The crowd hurriedly helped them up and, trembling, they rushed toward the Rolling Mill.

Meanwhile, at the Rolling Mill, the news of Jia Dongxu's injury had already spread. The Film Projectionist Xu Damao and the Level 9 Chef Shazhu also put down their work and went over together to join the crowd.

"Jia Dongxu is truly miserable. He's only been married to his new wife for a few years, and now something like this happens. I don't know how Sister Qin will get by in the future," Shazhu sighed.

At this time, Shazhu was not yet a sycophant to Qin Huairu; he just felt some pity for her, and since he was a Chef, he could help the Jia Family out a bit in the future.

After all, Shazhu's godfather was Yi Zhonghai, and Yi Zhonghai was Jia Dongxu's master; logically speaking, they were all one family and should help each other.

"Dongxu? How is Dongxu?"

Just as she entered the gate of the Rolling Mill, Qin Huairu rushed in and collided directly with Shazhu, who was going to watch the excitement. Shazhu had not yet reacted when he felt a mass of something soft like cotton hit his body.

She had already pinned him to the ground.

"This..."

Shazhu's old face flushed red. He had never seen Qin Huairu at such close range, let alone the fact that Qin Huairu was currently tear-streaked and pitiful—any man would be dazed.

Shazhu was even less able to hold himself back, his speech starting to stutter: "Si... Sister Qin, what are you doing? Brother Jia isn't dead yet, I can't..."

Shazhu swallowed hard.

His heart was pounding, his eyes fixed firmly on Qin Huairu's chest.

Qin Huairu had sobered up a little by now; seeing Shazhu, she hurriedly climbed up, apologizing incessantly: "Sorry, Zhuzi, I didn't see you just now..."

Qin Huairu turned her head to the side and even made a gesture of lightly biting her lip.

And she stole a glance at Shazhu from time to time.

Damn, could it be that Sister Qin is interested in me?

Although I do have that intention too...

Anyway, Brother Jia is about to kick the bucket anyway...

Shazhu stood there in a daze, and at this critical juncture, Qin Huairu slipped away. As she ran, she thought to herself: "Ran into another fool, luckily he didn't stand up and try to extort me."

By the time everyone arrived at the scene of the incident, Jia Dongxu was already almost cold.

Jia Zhangshi saw this, and in her heartbreak, she knelt on the ground, crying like a dog: "My son! Who framed you!!!"

"I will avenge you! My son!"

Jia Zhangshi acted like a madwoman, ignoring everyone's attempts to persuade her, and began to cause a scene in the Workshop; several people could not hold her back.

She insisted that someone had plotted to murder Jia Dongxu; otherwise, with Jia Dongxu's build, how could something like this have happened?

Even Yi Zhonghai, who was standing to the side, received a slap.

"Sigh, old sister-in-law, none of us could have expected this to happen. Stop making a scene here, hurry and have someone send Dongxu to the Hospital!" Yi Zhonghai covered his old face and persuaded her earnestly.

Factory Director Yang had already brought people over, but this madwoman in front of them would not let anyone move him, and since Jia Dongxu's case counted as a work-related injury and Jia Zhangshi was his immediate family member.

With such a scene, everyone was truly at a loss for what to do.

Meanwhile, Qin Huairu had already fainted from crying beside Jia Dongxu. They had only lived a few good years, and now her husband was like this; she dared not imagine the bitter days ahead.

"Old Yi, ask her what exactly she wants!"

Yang Feng lost his patience and signaled for Yi Zhonghai to think of a way.

But Yi Zhonghai had no ideas either; he sighed and smiled bitterly: "There's no way in this situation. Even if the factory gives money, I'm afraid it won't work, after all, the mother-son bond between Jia Zhangshi and Dongxu is at stake here..."

"What? Money?"

"How much money can you give?"

Upon hearing the word "money," Jia Zhangshi immediately perked up, wiped away her tears, and leaned in close.

Yang Feng was speechless for a moment, and Yi Zhonghai felt a bit awkward, but having a way to resolve the matter was a good thing after all.

Even Qin Huairu, who had fainted to the side, woke up hazily for some unknown reason.

"Ahem, this is a work-related injury for Xiao Jia, so our Rolling Mill will naturally take responsibility; not only will we cover the medical expenses,

but we will also provide a compensation payment based on the degree of disability, at least this amount..."

Yang Feng held up three fingers.

"Thir... thirty?" Jia Zhangshi curled her lips.

And when Qin Huairu heard it was so little, she suddenly fainted again.

"Sister Qin, what's wrong, Sister Qin!"

Shazhu had already begun to reveal his concern for Qin Huairu.

He was even itching to go up and perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation; if others hadn't been holding him back, Shazhu might have really gone up to perform one.