At lunchtime.
Qin Huairu deliberately sat at the same table as Lin Zhen.
Lin Zhen immediately saw why she had come.
He had already heard that the production quota had been raised to 80 percent of the standard amount.
"Qin Huairu, why aren't you eating with Sister Hua? Did you need something from me?"
Qin Huairu smiled. "Can't I like you?"
Lin Zhen teased, "Tch! When I asked Aunt Liu to propose to you for me, why didn't you say that?"
Qin Huairu's smile froze at once. Then her eyes reddened, and tears spilled down her face.
She was truly heartbroken. Ever since Jia Dongxu died, on countless nights, the person she thought of was not Jia Dongxu, but Lin Zhen.
She lamented her miserable fate, regretted having chased wealth and rejected poverty, and envied Lou Xiao'e.
She fantasized about how wonderful it would have been if Lin Zhen were her husband.
She had buried all these feelings deep in her heart and never revealed them to anyone.
Now that she was working at the factory, the lecherous Guo Dapizi had been making things difficult for her.
With no other choice, she came to Lin Zhen.
She had not expected two joking remarks to strike right at her sore spot.
If I were your woman, I wouldn't have to suffer like this!
If I were your woman, I wouldn't have to support a whole family all by myself!
Seeing Qin Huairu cry, Lin Zhen's heart stirred.
Was Qin Huairu really this upset?
Ah!
What was wrong with him? He knew she regretted her decision back then, yet he still joked about it.
"Alright, alright, enough. Why are you crying? If you keep crying, I'm leaving."
Qin Huairu wiped her tears. "I regret my decision back then too, but regret is