Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Chapter 301 Era: XCMG's Simple-minded Wife 5

When Ji Xiaosong had worked at the supply and marketing cooperative for a full month, the bulletin board at the entrance of the family compound posted the list of "Outstanding Workers of the Month".

"Look! Ji Xiaosong's name!" Several young female workers exclaimed, pointing at the red list.

Li Xiulan squeezed into the crowd, her fingernails digging deeply into her palms.

She turned to look for Ji Hongmei, only to find her standing at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative with a gentle smile on her face.

"Sister Hongmei, how can you still laugh?" Li Xiulan whispered, "That country girl..."

"What's the rush?" Ji Hongmei smoothed her braid. "I heard the factory is having a party next week?"

Li Xiulan was taken aback: "Yes, but this is related to..."

Ji Hongmei took a folded piece of paper out of her pocket: "I wrote a poem. Could you give it to Xiao Wang in the publicity department for me?" She paused, "Just say... it was written specifically for Technician Xu."

On the day of the party, the auditorium of the machinery factory was brightly decorated.

Ji Xiaosong sat in the staff and family quarters, watching the female workers performing on stage.

Xu Weidong, as a key technical staff member, was assigned to the first row.

"Next, please enjoy the poem recitation 'To the Oak Tree,' written by Ji Hongmei, and recited by..."

As the host introduced the program, Ji Xiaosong clearly felt the probing gazes from those around her.

This poem was quite bold for its time, especially when Ji Hongmei walked onto the stage in a white shirt and blue skirt, gazing at Xu Weidong with deep affection.

"...I love not only your magnificent body, but also the position you hold fast to, and the land beneath your feet..."

There was warm applause from the audience.

Ji Xiaosong noticed that Xu Weidong kept his head down, flipping through the technical manual the whole time, without even lifting his eyelids.

"Don't pretend to be so high and mighty."

Li Xiulan deliberately raised her voice, "Sister Hongmei is a high school graduate, much better than some illiterate people."

Ji Xiaosong slowly pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds: "Sister Xiulan, want some sunflower seeds? I roasted them especially for you."

Just as Li Xiulan was about to refuse, she suddenly smelled an enticing aroma of roasting.

She took the sunflower seeds as if possessed, and her expression changed as soon as she cracked open the first one.

These sunflower seeds are salty, fragrant, and crispy, more delicious than any snack she has ever eaten.

"This this……"

"Isn't it delicious?" Ji Xiaosong smiled and grabbed another handful. "It's a secret recipe from my hometown, made with five-spice powder and fine salt."

Soon, the female workers around gathered around, wanting sunflower seeds.

When Ji Hongmei on stage saw this scene, she almost mispronounced her lines.

After the party ended, rumors suddenly spread in the factory that Xu Weidong was going to be transferred to the provincial capital for technical training.

"I heard it will take three months," Aunt Zhang said as she picked beans. "Xiao Song, you're all alone at home..."

Ji Xiaosong was tidying up the shelves when she heard this, and her fingers paused slightly.

The news came suddenly; Xu Weidong didn't mention it at all last night.

"Who told you that, Auntie?"

"Who else could it be?" Aunt Zhang gestured with her chin. "Ji Hongmei's cousin works in the factory office; he's very well-informed."

Just then, Li Xiulan rushed in: "Breaking news! Xu Gong is leaving tomorrow, and the factory is going to hold a farewell party!"

Ji Xiaosong lowered her eyes.

She remembered that Xu Weidong had indeed packed his bags last night, but only said that he was going on a business trip to a neighboring county for two days.

"Little Ji," Li Xiulan said, feigning concern, "you didn't know, did you?"

Ji Xiaosong suddenly looked up, her eyes reddening: "Sister Xiulan, I... I need to go to the outhouse first..."

After saying that, he ran to the backyard.

Li Xiulan smiled smugly.

She didn't see the cold smile on Ji Xiaosong's lips as she turned around.

The farewell party is scheduled for 3 p.m.

Ji Xiaosong deliberately left work early and changed into the red wedding dress she wore at her wedding.

The auditorium has been decorated, and a banner reads "Farewell to Comrade Xu Weidong as he goes to the province for study."

Ji Hongmei, as a representative of the trade union, is adjusting the microphone.

"Now, please welcome Xu Gong's wife to the stage and say a few words!" the host suddenly shouted.

There was silence.

Ji Xiaosong stood there stunned, no one had told her to speak!

Ji Hongmei considerately handed her a piece of paper: "Xiao Song, I've prepared a manuscript for you."

The paper was covered with crooked and messy pinyin, clearly intended to embarrass her in public.

Ji Xiaosong's eyes reddened even more as she trembled as she took the note.

“I…I…”

She stammered as she spoke, and some people in the audience were already chuckling.

Just then, Xu Weidong suddenly stood up and strode onto the stage.

He took the microphone and said in a steady voice, "My wife has a sore throat, so I'd like to say a few words."

Ji Xiaosong took the opportunity to lower her head and wipe away her tears, but actually used her sleeve to see the writing on the back of the note.

This wasn't written by Ji Hongmei at all; it was an imitation of her handwriting!

The key point is that she couldn't imitate the spirit, so she came up with a pretentious word.

"First of all, I would like to thank the organization for its training..."

Xu Weidong's speech was brief and powerful, but he suddenly changed the subject at the end, saying, "This training allows family members to bring their children. My wife will be leaving with me tomorrow."

There was an uproar.

The teacup in Ji Hongmei's hand slammed to the ground with a "crack".

On the way home, Xu Weidong explained, "I only received the notification last night."

Ji Xiaosong tugged at the hem of her clothes: "Then, what should I prepare?"

“No need.” Xu Weidong paused. “Your work…”

"Wang Dafu said he could take a leave of absence without pay!"

Ji Xiaosong's eyes sparkled. "Brother Weidong, is the provincial capital really big?"

Seeing her excited expression, Xu Weidong's cold and hard features softened a bit: "Yes, there's a six-story department store."

Unbeknownst to them, Ji Hongmei was hiding behind the locust tree, staring intently at the two men's backs.

She was clutching a newly written letter of complaint in her hand, the envelope clearly marked "To the Factory Discipline Inspection Team".

Late at night, Ji Xiaosong was awakened by a soft "tap-tap" sound.

Xu Weidong sat at the table with his back to her, his watch gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the dial, producing a regular sound.

Ji Xiaosong quietly released her divine sense, and the ivy outside the window immediately transmitted her perception.

Xu Weidong wasn't just randomly tapping; he was sending some kind of encrypted signal!

Suddenly, Xu Weidong stood up.

Ji Xiaosong quickly closed her eyes, feeling him linger by the bedside for a moment before tiptoeing out the door.

She waited a few minutes, and once she was sure the person was far away, she immediately got out of bed.

By the moonlight, she discovered a train ticket under Xu Weidong's pillow:

Tomorrow at 7:30, we will head to a city in the south.

It's not going to the provincial capital at all!

Before dawn the next day, the family compound was in an uproar.

The factory's discipline inspection team blocked the entrance to the Xu family's house, holding up a letter of complaint: "Someone has reported that Ji Xiaosong is engaging in feudal superstitious activities!"

Leading the group was Ji Hongmei, who was crying with tears streaming down her face: "I saw her talking to the plants with my own eyes... She even... she put poison in the sugar at the supply and marketing cooperative!"

Wang Dafu stamped his feet in frustration: "Nonsense! Xiao Ji is at the supply and marketing cooperative every day, everyone's watching..."

"Then search their house!" The head of the inspection team waved his hand. "Let's see if there's any evidence!"

Ji Xiaosong stood at the door, her face pale.

The secret she had discovered last night and the farce unfolding before her eyes raced through her mind.

Where did Xu Weidong go?

What will these people find?

Just as everyone was about to rush into the house, a cold voice came from behind the crowd:

"Who wants to search my house?"

Xu Weidong carried his luggage bag, his gaze sharp as a knife.

Two men in Zhongshan suits followed behind him, with conspicuous work badges pinned to their chests.

The inspection team leader's expression immediately changed: "Mr. Xu, this is a misunderstanding..."

"The comrades from the city happen to be here for research."

Xu Weidong's voice wasn't loud, but it silenced everyone. "It's about someone impersonating the organization and framing employees."

Ji Hongmei's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

The truth soon came to light:

The letter of complaint was forged by Ji Hongmei, and even the official seal was stolen and affixed by her cousin.

Even more seriously, the investigation team found ration coupons for scarce supplies hidden in her home, which was a serious violation of discipline at the time.

"Brother Weidong..." On the way home, Ji Xiaosong hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

Xu Weidong suddenly stopped in his tracks: "The train ticket is a smokescreen."

He looked her straight in the eye. "I do have a mission to carry out, but I can't tell you the details."

Ji Xiaosong's heart raced.

Is he explaining?

Or is it a test?

"I understand." She lowered her head. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of the house."

Xu Weidong reached out and gently lifted her chin.

In the sunlight, his usually stern features softened: "When I come back, I'll teach you to recognize more words."