The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

Jiang Xin quit her job at the factory, feeling the sky was clear, her life had never been better.

She had already calculated the money in her hand and found a flat house at the corner of the alley near their home.

The rent for the house was only 20 yuan a month.

It had three rooms in total, plus a small courtyard.

She and her daughters lived in one room, and the other two were used as the space for her sewing shop.

At the door, she custom-made a small wooden sign, already hung up, reading "Jiang Family Tailor Shop."

In the next few days, she'll apply for a business license, and once it's processed, her tailoring shop would officially open for business.

She suddenly felt an immense confidence that she could support herself and her two children.

Jiang Xin worked tirelessly to tidy up the house and get some household items.

One sewing machine wasn't enough, so she planned to buy two more, enabling her to hire two people and take on some regular clothing jobs.

Jiang Xin made a special trip to the market near the train station, where sewing machines and such mechanical equipment were sold.

Two sewing machines.

Jiang Xin agreed with the owner to have the machines delivered since she couldn't manage to transport two sewing machines by herself.

She first paid the deposit, with the remainder to be paid once the sewing machines were delivered to her home.

The owner was an honest person, took her address and assured her that delivery would be made within two days.

After handling these tasks, Jiang Xin felt relieved, her business was officially on track.

Coming out of the sewing machine market, she immediately saw a familiar figure.

At the door of the freight station by the train station.

Jiang Xin stood there, among the men carrying goods, the man was inconspicuous, wearing a blue work uniform, with a white cloth draped over his shoulder, carrying a sack taller than a person, walking laboriously, and directly throwing it onto the truck.

Someone above took it, and the sack was stacked on top.

The man, after unloading the sack, pulled up the greying towel from his neck, and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

With a satisfied smile on his face, he looked up, and the two of them met eyes.

Jiang Xin, distressed and upset, turned away and left.

It was Qin Dazhuang.

Why was Qin Dazhuang carrying large bags at the train station?

Since Qin Dazhuang was discharged from the hospital, she hadn't seen him and hadn't heard anything about him.

She didn't want to hear either.

Even in the hospital, after the first time she saw Qin Dazhuang during the rescue, she never went again.

Her parents kept her from getting involved to avoid Qin Dazhuang's entanglement.

Except for the children sometimes mentioning his name, Jiang Xin felt that Qin Dazhuang's name was far away from her.

So far that she couldn't even think of it.

Suddenly seeing the person in front of her, Jiang Xin was really shocked.

The Qin Dazhuang in her memories should be a person sitting by the gambling table, smoking and indulging in gambling, now suddenly seeing the industrious Qin Dazhuang here felt really ironic.

Qin Dazhuang chased after her, watching Jiang Xin's slender and graceful figure disappear, he felt a sense of loss.

But he didn't pursue her.

He no longer had that qualification.

Jiang Xin was his wife, the woman he had loved, but also the woman he had hurt the deepest.

The emotions from the past seemed to have dissipated with the start of his gambling.

In his heart, his greatest love had already become those playing cards, and now thinking back to the evidence Jiang Xin provided during the divorce, the medical reports, the photos, the countless scars, the shocking marks of violence.

He only felt guilt and self-reproach.

He had done things worse than an animal, could he still hope for this woman's forgiveness?

How could he have the face to think such a thing?

Until now, he couldn't understand why he acted so crazily back then; perhaps this is what they call being possessed by evil spirits.

At that time, the cards on the table seemed to be his life, his lover.

Since he married Jiang Xin, he couldn't bear to touch a hair on her head, even though he felt a bit of disappointment and complaints as she bore two daughters, he never thought about leaving her.

But how could he end up doing such things?

Perhaps it was his retribution.

Qin Dazhuang returned to work, working even harder.

Jiang Xin hurried back home.

Her two daughters had already returned.

After dinner, Jiang Xin's heart finally calmed down; no matter what Qin Dazhuang was like now, it had nothing to do with her. She had to live her own life well and take good care of her children.

Others had nothing to do with her.

Jiang Xin began to busy herself.

Her parents helped with picking up and dropping off the daughters, and Jiang Xin's tailoring shop opened.

Thanks to old customers' orders, the opening of her shop wasn't too difficult. Numerous orders from guests really kept her busy, so much so that she had already posted a job advertisement.

She planned to hire another person to work with her; otherwise, she couldn't handle all the work alone.

Fan Xiuying pulled Zhaodi aside, "Why did you get into a fight at kindergarten today? You, a girl, how could you fight with boys like that? The point is, you even beat him. How should I address this?"

She gave Zhaodi a hard poke on the forehead with her finger.

Zhaodi rubbed her forehead, tears in her eyes, and protested.

"He said I was a child without a father, and my dad is a gambler. I just had to hit him, and if he says it again, I'll hit him until he stops saying it."

The little girl burst into tears.

She angrily shook off Fan Xiuying, and because of her big action, the net bag in Fan Xiuying's hand was knocked to the ground, and she walked away quickly.

Fan Xiuying sighed, picked up the groceries from the ground.

"You mind people calling your dad a gambler, but your dad is a gambler, breaking up a good family. What else can people say? Hitting others is ultimately wrong; you can't possibly use fists to block everyone's mouth, blame your father."

"Mom, what are you mumbling about here?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao helped Fan Xiuying pick up the groceries from the ground.

"I wasn't saying anything, why are you back?"

She looked up to see Song Moting holding Tang Yuan from a distance, smiling at her.

Little Tang Yuan clapped with her white little hands, her bright eyes fixed happily on Fan Xiuying, calling out: "Grandma, Grandma."

"The whole family is back, why didn't you inform mom earlier so I could buy more groceries," Fan Xiuying nagged.

She immediately stuffed the net bag into her daughter's hand, beaming with a wide smile as she ran towards Tang Yuan.

"Oh my, grandma's precious Tang Yuan, did you miss grandma? Grandma missed you."

Tang Yuan immediately leapt into Fan Xiuying's arms.

"I missed you too, grandma."

She gave a big kiss.

Making Fan Xiuying brim with happiness.