Marrying a powerful man: The third master is wild and untamable

On the hospital bed, Li Baochun was like a madman.

"Son!"

Mrs. Li hugged him tightly and cried until she was hoarse.

Shen Xiuwan didn't know Li Baochun's inner demons.

She accompanied Bai Yuanjing to have dinner in the hospital. Bai Yuanjing saw in the newspaper the newly scheduled movies at the theater tonight. He remembered that he and Shen Xiuwan had not watched a movie together for a long time, so he suggested going to the theater directly later.

Just as Shen Xiuwan said hello, she didn't expect another emergency department to arrive, waiting for Bai Yuanjing to perform the surgery.

Bai Yuanjing looked at her apologetically: "Wanwan..."

"The patient is more important. I'll wait for you." Shen Xiuwan raised her eyebrows and said, "I'll be fine tomorrow. Let's just go watch a movie together tomorrow."

Bai Yuanjing sighed and touched her head.

Understand the importance, know the advance and retreat, and be considerate.

He couldn't see any trace of coquettishness, willfulness and vanity in Shen Xiuwan.

He didn't understand why Jincheng wouldn't like such a woman.

He hugged Shen Xiuwan and arranged: "Tomorrow afternoon I will take you to the department store to buy new clothes and a new bag, and then take you to the Bund to eat Western food. In the evening we will go to the movies together."

Shen Xiuwan smiled and nodded, and said softly: "The patient is waiting, go quickly."

After Bai Yuanjing left, she read the newspaper alone in the office for an hour. Feeling a little bored, she walked around the hospital to observe.

Another batch of injured people came downstairs.

She looked not far away and recognized them as the female workers who had demonstrated on the street during the day.

She couldn't help but think of the middle-aged woman wearing a red knitted scarf.

She looked carefully and found her among the female workers.

She was holding the girl on the stretcher who had suffered a gunshot wound and was sobbing. Her gray hair was disheveled and her sunken and thin face was full of tears of despair. Even though the nurse next to her reminded her many times that the girl was dead, she still refused to believe it. He just hugged the girl tightly, trying to use his body temperature to make the girl warm and soft again.

Shen Xiuwan listened to the discussion of the female workers next to her. It turned out that they were a mother and daughter who depended on each other. Her husband abandoned them ten years ago, and it was only through her mother working in a textile factory that her daughter was raised.

The mother and daughter worked together in the Nanfeng Textile Factory over the years and managed to save a little money. They thought their life would get better from then on, but they did not expect that her daughter was suddenly shot and killed by a patrolman on the street.

Shen Xiuwan looked at the wailing woman lying on the girl's body, her almond-shaped eyes slightly red and moist.

To this woman, her daughter's death was like the sky was falling.

What will she rely on to survive for the rest of her life?
The woman's wrinkles and painful expression were deeply imprinted in Shen Xiuwan's mind.

She knew that there were thousands of similar women in the world.

She suddenly remembered attending the World Expo.

Maybe……

Maybe she could embroider a "Picture of a Female Worker".

Just as she was thinking, there was another commotion from the female worker:

"I just got the news that a dozen of us were arrested in the patrol room! It's such a big fuss that even the newly appointed governor heard about it! The governor just sent a message, asking us to send a representative to talk to him !”

"Hey, I don't dare to talk to the officials! When I saw the uniforms they were wearing, I was so frightened that I wanted to kneel down and kowtow to them!"

"I dare to go, but I can't read. What if he asks me to sign some documents? I can't read, so I won't be deceived by these ungrateful people, and end up harming the sisters in prison! "

"..."

The female workers were chattering, but no one dared to come forward to negotiate.

"I go!"

There was a sudden sound from outside the crowd.

The female workers turned around and looked in surprise.

The young woman standing at the end of the field of vision was wearing an elegant black short-fur coat outside her cheongsam, a fedora hat tilted over her head, her makeup was delicate and elegant, and her nails were white and translucent. Unlike women of their class.

The female worker in charge was puzzled: "Who are you?"

As soon as Shen Xiuwan finished introducing herself, someone immediately shouted: "You run a textile factory, so you obviously don't have the same heart as us! How can you represent us?!"

"I am also a woman, why can't I represent you?" Shen Xiuwan retorted, "I am literate, and the warlord and I are old acquaintances. I can negotiate on your behalf and fight for your rights!"

One of the female workers recognized her and whispered to the people around her: "She is not the owner of another textile factory, she is the owner of the Wenwen brand cotton sweater textile factory! I have a sister who works there and said that she and Li Baochun That kind of boss is different! She is a good person and she can really represent us!"

Other female workers have also heard of Shen Xiuwan's textile factory.

They longed to work in such a factory, but unfortunately they couldn't find another one in the world.

The way they looked at Shen Xiuwan changed again and again.

Finally, a little girl of eleven or twelve years old stood up.

She took out a treasured celluloid hairpin from the depths of her pocket and stuffed it into Shen Xiuwan's hand like a treasure.

She opened her dark eyes and said timidly: "Sister, my mother was also taken away. Can you really help me?"

Shen Xiuwan held the pink hairpin tightly.

She rubbed the little girl's head: "I promise."

The next day.

restaurant.

Shen Xiuwan tactfully informed Bai Yuanjing that she could not go shopping and watch movies with him today.

Knowing that she was going to negotiate with Fu Jincheng on behalf of the female workers, Bai Yuanjing took a sip of hot coffee and said with a smile: "This is a strange thing. You once discussed divorce at the negotiation table, and now you are talking about divorce again." Discuss other things at the negotiating table. There is probably no other couple in the world who goes to the negotiating table more often than you two."

Shen Xiuwan's cheeks turned red: "Don't laugh at me. I have one more thing to ask you today."

"Please tell me and listen."

"Don't you businessmen all have lawyers in your name? Can you lend me some help? If Jincheng makes any excessive demands on the female workers, I can refuse him in accordance with the law."

Bai Yuanjing said seriously: "He is not that kind of person."

Shen Xiuwan tightened the milk glass in her hand.

Yes.

Jincheng is indeed not that kind of person.

She remembered that when they were still husband and wife, Yunzhu once demonstrated with those students. At that time, Yanjing's patrol also arrested many students, but Jincheng finally used his connections to release them all.

This time, there should be no exception, right?

He treats her badly.

But in his heart, he was willing to sympathize with the people he governed.

She was thinking this, but she felt a little uneasy for some reason.

Governor's Mansion.

When Shen Xiuwan came over, she saw several soldiers with guns and live ammunition standing guard in front of the mansion.

They searched her bag and clothes before letting her in.

She was led by a round-faced soldier through the corridors and stairs, and finally came to a heavy carved wooden door.

She pushed the door open and saw Jincheng sitting alone at the end of the long table, lowering his head and writing something quickly on the paper. The winter light came through the window, illuminating the outline of his face.

She called out: "Jincheng?"

Fu Jincheng raised his head.