Memories surged like a tide. Those days were indeed the Dark Day for the Jing family. Third Aunt, dragging her daughter along, had returned to her parental home, facing countless strange glances and gossip. She searched everywhere for odd jobs to make ends meet, and life was meager. The family scraped by, mending and making do, until Mr. Jing used his connections to help her find a long-term job. That was how they finally managed. For this, Grandma Jing had cursed that damn scoundrel for over a decade.
Jing Shu's expression was complex. It was because this man hadn't died yet; truly, a scourge lasts a thousand years.
Jing Shu narrowed her eyes. "Granny Yu, I don't have such a relative, nor do I dare associate with such a person. The cooperation between the Insect Cake Factory and the boiler room will be conducted entirely according to regulations and rules."
