Gu Xiaoling finally dragged herself through the painfully thrilling half day and at last awaited Meng Yajun’s arrival.
Having heard that Meng Yajun’s half day off was to help her job hunt, she couldn’t help but let her imagination run wild: it seemed Meng Yajun might actually have a good opinion of her.
Little did she know, the reason Meng Yajun was so dedicated was that he recently realized he had been too aloof.
He wanted to rectify that.
So he did his utmost to help Gu Xiaoling, a relative of his.
Since Meng Yajun was so enthusiastic, Gu Xiaoling said unabashedly upon hearing he had already found her a job at a blanket factory, "Thank you, but Yajun, a thief stole everything from me last night at the hotel."
Meng Yajun’s face darkened immediately, "..."
He thought to himself, how could she be so careless?
It looked like she was preparing to ask to borrow money from him.
Sigh, borrowing a little was fine, but he’d flatly refuse if it was too much.
He asked coldly, "So, what do you plan to do?"
It would be better if she could borrow money from someone else.
Although Gu Xiaoling was a bit irritated that Meng Yajun didn’t offer to lend her money, she didn’t dare show it and said with a forced smile, "I would like to borrow some money from you and will pay you back once I receive my salary."
Truth be told, the job Meng Yajun had found her was indeed a good one.
Compared to other jobs, the work at the blanket factory wasn’t as hard, and the pay was almost half as much again.
It wasn’t something just anyone could get into.
Gu Xiaoling had heard a few patients discussing this at the traditional medicine clinic a few days ago.
So, although Meng Yajun hadn’t found her an easy cashier job and she felt a bit disappointed, she was too embarrassed to say anything and certainly didn’t dare to refuse.
Given that Gu Xiaoling would make over two thousand a month, Meng Yajun thought she could indeed pay back his money. He said coldly, "I’ll lend you three hundred for now. Remember to pay me back when you get your salary."
Gu Xiaoling, "...Just three hundred, how would that be enough? I still need to buy bedding and luggage, right?"
Meng Yajun replied icily, "I’ve heard that there’s no need to buy bedding and luggage there, and meals are directly deducted from your salary. You won’t need to spend much normally."
He handed her three hundred yuan and a work badge, "Remember to bring some registration photos and take them along with the work badge to the factory tomorrow. I have other matters to attend to, you should go."
After finishing his words, Meng Yajun left with long strides.
Damn, and here I thought he cared about me?
Looks like it was all in my head.
After returning to Imperial, Han Muyang did not immediately confront Meng Chuyue and Han Zheng, but instead discussed the feasibility of the next steps in their plan with Han Jin repeatedly.
Unfortunately, after much discussion, they always felt it was flawed.
They kept feeling that Meng Chuyue could leave them at a loss for words without careful attention.
After dragging on for a few days and still unable to come up with a better plan, they finally resolved one day to proceed with the initial strategy. Who knew, it might just succeed?
And if it didn’t... they would remedy it later.
Thus, two days later, at noon, they found where Meng Chuyue and her family were now living, in the small building next to the clinic.
With a grave expression, Han Muchuan said to Meng Chuyue and Han Zheng, "Uncle, Chuyue, Dad and I have something very important to discuss with you. Please find somewhere absolutely quiet."
Meng Chuyue, Han Zheng, and Shen Ci had no idea of their intent and found it a bit strange, yet they weren’t worried and hesitated for a moment before agreeing.
Shen Ci even suggested, "You guys can talk in the upstairs study. I’ll stay here and make sure no one disturbs you."
Hearing that Shen Ci wouldn’t be joining them, Han Muchuan and Han Jin were delighted.
One less person to worry about, good.
Once the four of them were in the study, Han Muchuan immediately threw a stack of photographs onto the coffee table in front of everyone.
After Meng Chuyue and Han Zheng looked through them, they were utterly puzzled.
Meng Chuyue, "What does this mean?"
Han Zheng, "Where did these photographs come from?"
Han Muchuan sneered, "I took them myself. The meaning? It’s that I’ve always suspected Chuyue possesses the inherited Mustard Space. Otherwise, explain to me how Uncle and the three babies can always disappear and reappear so suddenly?"