Chapter 319: Hit by SizzlingPork
Chapter 319: Chapter 319: Hit by SizzlingPork
"I’m crying because you hit me!" Zane cried, furious. "If you hadn’t hit me, I wouldn’t be crying at all!"
"That’s enough!" SizzlingPork said impatiently. "Looks like you don’t want this job anymore. Pack your things and get out."
With that, she tapped her phone a few times. "I’ve sent your pay to your Alipay account."
She turned away, muttering, "A little thief who dares to talk back. So annoying."
Zane clenched her fists, her voice thick with unshed tears. "I’m not a thief! The one who stole was your daughter!"
"What did you just say?" SizzlingPork whipped her head around to glare at her, her eyes vicious. "You’re spouting nonsense. Believe it or not, I’ll tear that filthy mouth of yours right off."
Mustering courage from who-knows-where, Zane raised her voice and shouted, "I didn’t steal your things! Your daughter did!"
SizzlingPork charged at her again, viciously grabbing her by the hair. "You little bitch," she snarled, "it’s not called ’stealing’ when my daughter takes my things!"
Seeing this, the blue and white cat, Quinn, immediately pounced, scratching at SizzlingPork’s skirt and meowing, "Don’t you bully the young miss!"
Zane was a small, frail girl, no match at all for SizzlingPork, who had grown fat from a life of comfort.
She was shoved hard to the ground.
SizzlingPork said viciously, "This entire house will be my daughter’s someday. When she takes things, it’s called ’taking,’ not ’stealing.’"
With that, she aimed a kick at Quinn. "You ungrateful little beast! Have you forgotten who feeds and waters you every day?"
Zane scrambled over and threw her arms around Quinn.
She glared furiously at SizzlingPork. "It doesn’t matter. There are tons of people in Renee’s stream. They know I’m not the one who stole anything!"
"What did you say?" SizzlingPork’s expression flickered. "You know about Renee Jennings’s stream, too?"
Zane didn’t answer her. Cradling Quinn, she slipped into the storage room.
SizzlingPork reached out to stop the door from closing, but she was a step too late.
She stared at the closed door, her face a grim, ashen mask. She raised her hand and pounded on it again. "You little bitch, open this door right now! Explain yourself!"
With her back to the door, Zane gently stroked the small cat in her arms. "Quinn," she asked, her voice full of concern, "does it hurt?"
Quinn replied, "Meow~"
Zane couldn’t understand him, so her only option was to ask Renee Jennings for help.
She sat on the edge of the bed, holding the cat, and picked up her phone. Just as she was about to open Renee Jennings’s stream, she heard SizzlingPork screaming obscenities from the other side of the door.
"You little bitch, open the door!"
"This is my house! Let’s see how long you can hide in there!"
"Open the door now, you little bitch!"
Zane’s brow furrowed. She opened Renee Jennings’s stream.
Renee Jennings had been about to end her stream when a notification popped up: *Hardworking Zane has entered the room*. She smiled and spoke. "Zane, did your employer apologize?"
Zane was surprised Renee Jennings had noticed her the moment she joined.
She was just about to type when a call request popped up on her screen.
Renee Jennings was inviting her to a live call.
Zane hesitated for two seconds before tapping ’Accept.’
Renee Jennings saw a girl appear on the split-screen. She had long black hair with straight-cut bangs, a small, oval face, and bangs that covered her eyebrows, revealing only a pair of large, dark, sparkling eyes.
She was a little surprised. "Zane, you’re even younger than I imagined. Are you of age?"
"I..." Zane couldn’t bring herself to look at the camera. "I’m almost of age," she said in a low voice.
[Whoa, someone report SizzlingPork for hiring a child!]
[This kind of thing is actually really common. I’ve seen lots of families hire teenage girls. They’re young, you can pay them less, and they do what they’re told.]
Renee Jennings pursed her lips. Seeing the shy and awkward expression on the young girl’s face, she said softly, "Zane, I’m going to end the stream now. We can talk privately."
[Nooo, don’t end the stream! We haven’t seen enough!]
[Just stream a little longer! You can sign off at two.]
[We want to talk to Zane too!]
Though young, Zane had grown up in the countryside as a "left-behind child." She was sensitive and knew how to read people.
She guessed Renee Jennings wanted to end the stream and talk privately out of consideration for her feelings, so she quickly looked at the camera and said, "Renee, it’s okay. I don’t mind."
"Okay." Renee Jennings’s expression was gentle. "If you don’t want to be on the call anymore, just let me know."
"Thank you." Zane nodded emphatically.
Renee Jennings returned to the previous topic. "Did SizzlingPork apologize?"
Before Zane could answer, the blue and white cat in her arms began to meow frantically. "Renee, listen! The bad master didn’t apologize to the young miss, she even slapped her!"
Renee Jennings had, in fact, noticed that one side of Zane’s face was a little red. ’So she really was slapped by SizzlingPork.’
She frowned. Just as she was about to speak, she heard Zane’s voice. "Renee, my employer kicked Quinn just now. Can you ask him for me if he’s in pain? If he’s feeling unwell?"
"She kicked you?" Renee Jennings looked at Quinn, her expression filled with worry.
"Yeah, yeah!" Quinn’s fluffy little face scrunched up. "The bad master pulled the young miss’s hair, and I had to save her!"
Renee Jennings felt SizzlingPork had gone too far. Her clear, pleasant voice was tinged with anger. "Zane, you should call the police. She slapped you and kicked Quinn. That’s assault."
[WHAT??? She hit someone AND kicked a cat?]
[That’s horrible! Arrest SizzlingPork!]
[I can’t believe this. SizzlingPork won’t apologize, and now she’s hitting people and abusing a cat?]
[No wonder Zane’s face looked lopsided! That evil woman hit her!]
Zane hesitated. "Will the police even do anything?"
Renee Jennings’s tone was firm. "They will. Send me the address in a private message. I’ll call the police for you."
Zane hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded decisively. "Okay."
As she was typing out the address to send to Renee Jennings, the pounding on the door started up again.
"You little bitch, get your ass out here!"
"Pack your things and get out of my house! If you don’t, believe me, I’ll call the police and have you arrested!"
Renee Jennings could clearly hear SizzlingPork’s aggressive tirade, as could everyone watching the stream.
[Oh my god, SHE’S threatening to call the police? Does she have the nerve?]
[She’s definitely just trying to scare a little girl.]
[Ugh, what a piece of work. Kicking a young girl out in the middle of the night.]
Zane quickly finished typing the address and sent it to Renee. "Renee," she whispered, "I sent it."
"Okay." Renee Jennings nodded, a serious look clouding her delicate features. "I’m calling the police now. Don’t open the door for any reason until they get there, understand?"
Zane obediently replied, "I understand. I’ll stay hidden."
[How could SizzlingPork bring herself to hit such a sweet girl?]
[Some people just have no conscience.]
SizzlingPork’s shouting and cursing continued for about two minutes before the room finally fell silent again.
Zane let out a small sigh of relief and apologized softly. "Sorry for being so loud, everyone."
"It’s not your fault," Renee Jennings said, shaking her head. "How much do they pay you a month to work here?"
"Three thousand a month, and they pay me once every six months."
[Only three thousand???]
[They only pay her once every six months... My god, they’re just taking advantage of her!]