My Dongguan Love Story

Lin Huimin leaned forward slightly, tilting her ear to listen intently, curious to glean information about Dazhuang and Tang Yan's conversation. However, the two spoke in extremely low voices, and no matter how carefully she listened, she couldn't catch anything.

Although she couldn't hear exactly what the two were saying, Lin Huimin secretly guessed from her own perspective that it was nothing more than Tang Yan wanting Dazhuang and softly asking him to spend more time with her.

In any case, most couples in the throes of new love think this way: they want to be together all the time and never want to be apart.

The thought made Lin Huimin's heart sink, and she instinctively clenched her fists. She didn't want Dazhuang to leave her and rush to Tang Yan. Just thinking about their intimate moments made her feel suffocated, and she secretly made up her mind that she would keep Dazhuang away from Tang Yan tonight, no matter what.

Lin Huimin lowered her head, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the hem of her clothes, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a safe solution.

You can't directly stop him, nor can you throw a tantrum and prevent him from going, otherwise he'll feel annoyed and think you're petty, clingy, and inconsiderate.

Then either pretend you're not feeling well and softly rely on him so he can't stop worrying about you; or deliberately find some trivial things that you can't do without him to slow him down.

She fell into deep thought, her gaze inadvertently falling on her younger sister beside her, and a sudden inspiration struck her.

That's right! How could she not have thought of that!

She could easily use her sister's name to keep Dazhuang here. The method was simple and natural, and wouldn't offend Dazhuang. All she needed to do was get her sister to speak, and the excuse would be readily available—she could say her sister was still sore all over and wanted Dazhuang to give her a massage that night.

In this way, everything falls into place, perfectly avoiding all drawbacks, and one can easily keep Dazhuang by their side.

Thinking of this, she immediately moved closer to her younger sister, speaking in an affectionate and ingratiating tone, and gently tugged at her arm, coaxing her softly:

"Good sister, can you do me a favor?"

Seeing her younger sister looking over, she took the opportunity to offer a gentle reminder, her eyes gleaming with calculation, but her words only echoed her sister's wishes:

"Aren't you still feeling sore and uncomfortable all over? Have your brother-in-law stay here tonight and give you a massage. Just tell him to give you another massage tonight. He definitely won't refuse if you ask."

Lin Huiqing paused slightly upon hearing her sister's words, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes. Why was she suddenly asked to ask her brother-in-law to stay?

But when she met her sister's deliberately softened, ingratiating gaze, she didn't think too much about it. After all, having her brother-in-law stay to give her a massage was clearly a bargain for her.

Last night, after my brother-in-law massaged my neck, the tightness and soreness definitely eased a lot. Now, turning my head doesn't make any cracking sounds anymore, and it feels much more comfortable. However, after looking down at a book for a long time, my neck still feels slightly stiff and sore, and I'm really worried about not having anyone to help me relax it!

With that thought, most of her doubts dissipated, and she readily nodded: "Okay, I'll talk to him."

At the dining table, Lin Huiqing hesitated for a long time, her fingertips curling slightly as she held her chopsticks. Taking advantage of the moment when Dazhuang was eating his porridge, she mustered up her courage, looked up at him, and asked softly, "Brother-in-law, are you coming home after get off work tonight?"

I was taken aback by her words, not understanding what she meant, and turned to look at Lin Huimin.

Lin Huimin spoke softly and naturally, subtly conveying her sister's thoughts while perfectly concealing her own: "Dazhuang, after you massaged Xiaoqing yesterday, her neck did feel much better, and she wasn't stiff when she turned her head. However, after reading for a long time this morning, her neck is still slightly sore."

As she spoke, she glanced subtly at her innocent and naive younger sister beside her, and continued softly, "So the little one is thinking about it and wants you to give her a good neck massage when you get home from get off work tonight."

Seeing this, Lin Huiqing quickly nodded, "Yes! Brother-in-law, if you're not busy tonight, why don't you come over too?"

My hand holding the chopsticks paused for a moment. After hearing this, I didn't think much of it, assuming that the young girl's neck was indeed uncomfortable and she simply wanted me to massage it for her.

I put down my spoon and said bluntly, "I don't get back from my night shift until almost 10 p.m. It's so late, Xiaoqing must be fast asleep. If your neck is really uncomfortable, let's massage it now."

When Lin Huiqing heard me say that I was going to give her a massage, she paused for a moment and looked at her sister helplessly.

Lin Huimin shook her head slightly at Lin Huiqing. Lin Huiqing took a breath, smiled at me, and said, "Brother-in-law, 10 o'clock is 12 o'clock. I'll wait for you to get off work before I press the button!"

As she spoke, she shook my hand affectionately.

I really can't resist a girl's coquettishness, especially when it's someone as cute as Lin Huiqing. I immediately relaxed, stopped thinking about it, and nodded: "Okay, I'll come over after get off work."

Hearing my words, Lin Huiqing jumped up with a smile, hugged me, and said, "Yay, thank you, brother-in-law!"

"Uh, you're welcome..." I was a little stunned by Lin Huiqing's hug. But then I thought, she's just a naive nineteen-year-old girl, it's only natural for her to hug her brother-in-law when she's happy.

After breakfast, Lin Huimin pulled me back to the room, lingering and cuddling for a long time. Her eyes were full of reluctance, and it took a long time before she finally let me leave.

I got dressed, left her house, nimbly hopped on my motorcycle, twisted the throttle sharply, and sped off towards Dingsheng No. 1 Factory with a low whistle.

A cool morning breeze brushed against my face and past my ears. As I waited at the intersection for the light to turn red, I took out my phone and glanced at the time. There was still some time before Tang Yan got off work; I had plenty of time and would make it in time.

I sped along for quite a while before finally arriving at the entrance of Dingsheng Factory. I parked my bike steadily on the side of the road, leaned against it, and chatted casually with the security guard on duty at the gate for a few minutes, without intending to go inside the factory.

I didn't know if Sister Zhao and Secretary Su were in the factory area right now. I was afraid of running into them if I went in, and it would be troublesome if they found out I was there to pick up Tang Yan from get off work.

As I was waiting, I heard the roar of a motorcycle.

I was leaning against the car chatting with the security guard when I casually turned my head and saw a short-haired young man wearing a flashy polo shirt riding a Suzuki King motorcycle, speeding towards us.

My eyes lit up when I spotted that Suzuki King. While it might not be considered a top-of-the-line heavy street bike, it was definitely a luxury motorcycle. It was sturdy, durable, and held its value well. There was a saying in the industry that one bike could be passed down for three generations. Back then, a new bike would cost more than 10,000 yuan.

It's much better than my motorcycle.

Under my envious gaze, he slowly stopped and asked me, "Hey buddy, do you know where the HR department is?"

"Personnel Department?" I looked at him with a puzzled expression, then turned around and pointed to the personnel department building not far away.

His gaze followed my hand, then he smiled and nodded at me: "Thanks."

He first rode his bike to the security office to register, then parked it in the bike shed and headed towards the personnel department. After glancing at the personnel department sign to confirm it was the right place, he knocked on the door and peeked inside.

Huang Ying, wearing a white tank top, was organizing documents. Hearing the sound, she looked up and said, "Come in."

The man walked in with a smile, handing over his resume: "Hello, my name is Chu Xiuyan, I'm here for a job interview."

"Chu Xiuyan?" Huang Ying took his resume with a puzzled look, then looked up at Chu Xiuyan and asked, "What skills do you have? What kind of job do you want?"

Chu Xiuyan was originally a private investigator. His work at Dingsheng Factory was just a pretext. His real purpose was to secretly investigate Dazhuang's background, so he naturally wouldn't easily reveal his true abilities.

He had already found out from Zhang Xiaoqian that Dazhuang didn't have any special skills, only brute strength, so he figured he would be doing heavy physical labor in the factory.

With this thought in mind, a friendly smile appeared on his face. He looked at Huang Ying beside him and spoke casually:

"I don't have any special skills, but I have a lot of energy and can do physical labor."

"Can you do physical labor?" Huang Ying looked up at Chu Xiuyan and said, "Then go to the loading department. They're short-staffed right now."

Upon hearing that the loading department was short-staffed, Chu Xiuyan immediately smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll go to the loading department."

"Okay, wait a moment, I'll take you there." Huang Ying nodded and tidied up the documents on the table.

Chu Xiuyan's gaze fell on Huang Ying's packing movements. He feigned an innocent and naive demeanor, as if he were a job seeker who knew nothing, and casually inquired:

"Hey beautiful, you just said the loading department is short-staffed, what's going on?"

Huang Ying frowned slightly when she heard his question, and looked up at him unhappily: "This is none of your business, you don't need to worry about it."

Seeing Huang Ying's displeased expression, Chu Xiuyan smiled and picked up an exquisite gift box, handing it to Huang Ying: "Beautiful lady, this is our first meeting, so I prepared a small gift for you. Please don't mind its small amount."

"A gift?"

Huang Ying was startled and looked up at Chu Xiuyan with some surprise.

She'd been working here for so long, and this was the first time someone had come for a job interview and immediately offered her something. Usually, the most they'd do was hand her a bottle of water when she first started.

She took it with a puzzled look, and when she looked inside the bag, she was surprised to find it was a Maybelline lipstick. This style was very popular this year, and the color was her favorite true red. One of these lipsticks cost 100 yuan, and she liked one of hers but hadn't been able to bring herself to buy it. She hadn't expected the other person to be so generous.

Looking at the expensive gift, her face lit up with a bright smile, all her previous impatience vanished, and she responded earnestly:

"The loading department is short-staffed recently because several people have resigned voluntarily, and others have been promoted and transferred, so we are now severely short-staffed."

Chu Xiuyan listened without showing any emotion, but his heart suddenly skipped a beat as he wondered to himself: Could it be that Dazhuang has resigned?

He suppressed his inner concern and asked Huang Ying casually, "Oh? Who are they? Can you tell me their names?"