Chapter 594 I Resign on My Own Accord

Chapter 594 I Resign of My Own Accord

The earthquake in Hebei Province was officially over. The Textile Industry Revolutionary Committee organized executives from various factories to attend a summary meeting, with Jiang Yu naturally among them.

The meeting should have been uneventful, but Jiang Yu faced questioning from Jiao Zongyao.

The reason was the money and supplies previously donated in her name by Qin Yunan.

At the time, the situation was urgent, and no one paid attention to this detail.

Jiao Zongyao, eager to find fault with Jiang Yu, spared no effort.

After days of digging, he finally uncovered this irregularity.

It was true that Jiang Yu’s family was well-off, but that didn’t mean she could just donate fifty thousand yuan (about $6,000).

"I demand an investigation into the source of these funds."

Jiang Yu instantly became the target of scrutiny, with everyone waiting for her explanation.

She didn’t think there was anything to explain. "As long as the money reached the disaster victims, does its origin really matter?"

Jiao Zongyao shot back, "How do we know this money wasn’t obtained through improper means?"

Jiang Yu replied bluntly, "Deputy Director Jiao, could you specify what you mean by 'improper means'? Your baseless accusations against me aren’t the first time. It’s truly weird—do you have some personal grudge against me? Have I offended you in some way?"

Jiao Zongyao: "…" You really think you haven’t?

"Stop beating around the bush! Explain the source of the funds honestly!"

Jiang Yu shrugged. "I’ve got nothing to say. If you distrust me so much, just fire me. I could use some maternity leave anyway."

Factory Director Zheng: "…"

He glared at Jiang Yu. How could she just blurt that out?

And in front of so many people, no less.

The more Jiang Yu thought about it, the more appealing the idea seemed.

With things slow at the factory lately, a break wouldn’t hurt me.

With that, she stood up, putting on a solemn face.

"During my time at the Second State Cotton Mill, even if I haven’t accomplished much, at least I’ve worked hard. Yet, right after the earthquake, I’m facing this kind of suspicion—it’s truly disheartening. Since the factory lacks even basic trust in me, I resign to clear my name."

Jiang Yu shook her head and sighed, her face full of disappointment toward the mill.

If Factory Director Zheng didn’t know her temperament, he might have believed she was serious.

Like he didn’t know—she just wanted time off!

Immediately, He Tingyue stood up as well.

"As husband and wife, we’re in this together. Since Deputy Director Jiao doubts Jiang Yu, you must suspect me too. Like Jiang Yu, I resign to clear my name."

Jiang Yu waved at him. "Come on, let’s get out of here!"

It’s perfect timing—with the temperature dropping today, they could go to Dongkelai for mutton hot pot.

Their excitement was plain to see.

Jiao Zongyao was furious as he watched them walk out like that.

"Old Zheng, look at these two you trained—what’s with their attitude?"

Though Factory Director Zheng was annoyed and would certainly punish them later, in front of outsiders, he naturally had to stand by his people.

"The earthquake in Hebei Province—Jiang Yu and Ting Yue made undeniably huge contributions. They gave their money and sweat, going all out for the disaster zone. Deputy Director Jiao didn’t even praise them—just started grilling them. Who wouldn’t feel upset?"

"This isn’t just their sentiment—I feel the same way. If the Textile Industry Revolutionary Committee doesn’t trust me, I’ll hand in my resignation too."

Jiao Zongyao snapped, "Is that a threat?"

Factory Director Zheng didn’t care about threats. Like Jiang Yu, he washed his hands of it and left.

Let someone else clean up this mess.

Once Factory Director Zheng left, the other Second State Cotton Mill leaders looked at each other, unsure whether the meeting should continue.

Director Qian rubbed his temples, exasperated.

"We’re done here."

Jiao Zongyao banged the table. "The matter hasn’t been clarified yet—why adjourn?"

Director Qian gave him a cold stare. "Deputy Director Jiao, you’re losing your grip. If you keep this up, I’ll start questioning whether you’re even fit for your current position."

Jiao Zongyao went pale, biting back his words unwillingly.

Lately, Director Qian had been tightening the screws on him, making his situation increasingly difficult.

No wonder he was scrambling for a way out.

In Director Qian’s eyes, Jiao Zongyao was acting like a rat in a trap.

After the meeting adjourned, Jiao Zongyao didn’t linger, stomping out in a rage.

Back home, he locked himself in his study, trashing the place until his anger cooled a little.

Wu Fengxi hovered outside the door, too scared to go in.

She gave a timid knock. "Zongyao, what’s wrong?"

After a silence, Jiao Zongyao finally growled, "Come in."

Wu Fengxi stepped inside and took one look at the wreckage.

"Why are you so angry?"

Jiao Zongyao shot her a glare. "How long has Wu Yue been gone?"

Wu Fengxi froze, her eyes wide with fear.

Ever since last summer, Wu Yue had been living with He Feiyan.

When school started, she got a single dorm and moved in.

Her condition was clearly getting better, and Wu Fengxi was reluctant to call her back.

"Get her back here!"

"She has school today."

Jiao Zongyao sneered, "Then I'll pick her up myself after class!"

He was adamant, leaving no room for Wu Fengxi to refuse.

So when Wu Fengxi finished class and saw Jiao Zongyao personally at the school, she paled instantly.

"Yueyue, you’ve been in the dorm long enough—time to come home, don’t you think?"

When he reached out to her, Wu Yue froze, paralyzed.

Just as he was about to touch Wu Yue’s shoulder, He Feiyan swatted his hand away.

He Feiyan glared at him angrily, "Deputy Director Jiao, even as a stepfather, you should maintain boundaries with your daughter! Yueyue is grown up now, not a child anymore."

Jiao Zongyao glanced at his stinging hand and scoffed.

"No surprise you’re Section Chief He’s sister—just as feisty."

He Feiyan shielded Wu Yue behind her, "I’m just calling out your bad behavior. No offense meant."

Jiao Zongyao glared icily at her before shifting his gaze past her to Wu Yue.

"Not coming home with Uncle?"

Wu Yue grabbed onto He Feiyan’s sleeve and instinctively stepped back.

"Whatever it is, say it here."