Gu Xiaoling didn’t listen to a word and yelled wildly, "Why should I thank you? Aren’t you fond of playing the philanthropist? You can help others, so why can’t you help me? Sure, I spoke ill of you, but that’s all in the past. What’s the point of bringing that up now?"
Alright, she had seen enough to understand that Gu Xiaoling was the kind of person who had neither heart nor brains, and there was no point in talking to someone like that.
She waved her hand dismissively, "Whether you acknowledge it or not, you owe me ten thousand yuan. It doesn’t matter if you don’t repay it, but from now on, you’re blacklisted at our clinic and a few other places. We will never welcome you back."
"Not welcome? Who cares?"
Gu Xiaoling cursed as she went to pack her things.
Although Gu Xiaoling left the clinic, she had no intention of going home.
Recently, she had heard much about the folks from Hai City getting by in this place and decided to join them and look for a job here.
As for Mrs. Gu, she took a hundred out of the five hundred yuan Meng Chuyue had given her, using it for her own fare and sending her back ahead.
Mrs. Gu, with her heart set on returning to her grandson, had almost given up on Gu Xiaoling; she was worried about leaving her daughter alone in Imperial but steeled her heart and went home alone.
The first person Gu Xiaoling sought out was Meng Yajun.
Yes, they were relatives, albeit very distant ones. Due to Fu Hongfang being close friends with Gu Xiaoling’s grandmother, they treated each other as family.
This time, Mrs. Gu hadn’t thought of bothering Meng Yajun, as she assumed he had gone back to Hai City for the summer vacation.
Gu Xiaoling had thought the same until she overheard Xia Ping and Su Jinnian chatting casually, learning that Meng Yajun hadn’t gone back to Hai City and was instead interning at a company owned by Shen Ci, holding some junior cadre position or another.
He could probably easily help her find a decent job.
Gu Xiaoling secretly memorized the name of the company where Meng Chuyue worked, waiting for the day she could approach them for help.
After Mrs. Gu left, Gu Xiaoling immediately sought him out.
Meng Yajun, expecting the visitor to be either Meng Jingfen, who might have been released from prison early, or Meng Lingmei seeking help, was surprised to find Gu Xiaoling at his door.
Although Gu Xiaoling was only a year older than him, she had been mingling in society for a while. Meng Yajun felt a chasm wider than the sea between them and asked with a frown, not understanding, "What do you want from me?"
If it were just a modest loan for an emergency, he might be willing to open his wallet, not for her sake but out of respect for their mutual connection.
But the moment Gu Xiaoling saw Meng Yajun, she was stunned.
Meng Yajun looked so handsome and wealthy now.
Could she possibly cling to him?
Although they were relatives, they were distant; there was no taboo against them being together.
As for her, a divorced woman, entertaining the thought of aspiring for Meng Yajun...
She didn’t think it was excessive.
She had always believed that Meng Chuyue, Xia Ping, and Zhao Xiaoxin came from worse backgrounds than her. They had all married talented young men; why not her?
Especially since Meng Yajun’s background was far inferior to those men.
Of course, Gu Xiaoling was not utterly delusional.
She knew Meng Yajun would never marry her.
At most, she could be his mistress...
Well, a mistress it is, then. As a divorced woman who had suffered from mental illness, she couldn’t set her expectations too high.
Gu Xiaoling, who initially only wanted Meng Yajun’s help in finding a job, changed her mind, setting her sights on him instead.
Meng Yajun was completely unaware of this.
He could never have imagined that Gu Xiaoling, his cousin, harbored such improper thoughts toward him. Seeing her silent, he grew impatient and said, "Why don’t you speak? If you don’t know what to say, then don’t bother. I’ve got things to do, so I’ll be leaving now."