Wei Yan Yan is currently standing in the brigade office chatting and gossiping with those people. Although she’s chatting, her eyes keep darting towards the doorway.
In fact, if someone familiar saw her , they could sense a hint of excitement from her. Original content can be found at novelFɪre.net
Wei Yan Yan is a city-bred educated youth. Standing here chatting with those little girls who just finished their interviews, she feels quite flattered by the admiration and envy in their eyes.
As she listens to those little girls praising her, Wei Yan Yan feels that this is the right mode her life should have started in.
A man as disgusting as Guo Damao, if it wasn’t for her carelessly getting involved with that scumbag, how could she possibly have gotten entangled with him?
Once involved, there was a second time and a third time.
The hateful thing is, here she is all alone with no backup, forced to endure Guo Damao’s threats.
Thinking of this, Wei Yan Yan couldn’t help but recall the man she encountered on the road that day, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, which showed off his perfect physique.
If she could have just one encounter with a man like that, Wei Yan Yan would die content.
Why is Heaven so unfair to her?
If only she could swap Guo Damao for that man, how wonderful would that be?
Of course, all this time, she has also managed to extract some benefits from Guo Damao.
"Sister Yan Yan, what are you thinking about?" The girl next to Wei Yan Yan asked, seeing her flashing a strange smile, "Do you think I still have any hope?"
Wei Yan Yan’s brief flicker of disgust was quickly followed by a smile as she said, "Of course you do, Xiao Hui. You’re so pretty; if you don’t go to the dance troupe, who else has the qualification?"
Zhao Xiaohui is the daughter of the village accountant. She takes after her bear-like mother, yet always pretends to be delicate. If it weren’t for trying to please her, how else could Accountant Zhao favor her when distributing things?
Wei Yan Yan couldn’t be bothered to engage in superficial pleasantries with such people.
But who can compete with having a good father?
So even though she finds it all very disgusting, she still has to smile and praise her.
Actually, if Gu Lingling were here, she definitely wouldn’t think Zhao Xiaohui was ugly. It’s just that she hasn’t found her own style yet, and if Zhao Xiaohui wore a Zhongshan suit, she would definitely look beautiful.
Because her features have a heroic quality.
But because Zhao Xiaohui’s mother, Wang Dacui, likes the frail type, she demands Zhao Xiaohui to be like that, making her seem somewhat awkward and inappropriate.
Zhao Xiaohui, already lacking confidence because of her physique, was overwhelmingly grateful when she heard Wei Yanyan’s words.
Wei Yan Yan, being adaptable, praised this one and praised that one, making sure not to offend anyone.
Only her expression was growing increasingly impatient.
A bunch of country bumpkins still hoping to get into the dance troupe?
Utterly overestimating themselves.
For Wei Yan Yan to say she’s not jealous would be impossible; the dance troupe is such a glamorous thing. Who wouldn’t want that?
But her family’s financial situation is limited, and she has several younger siblings. Getting assigned to the village closest to the city to be an educated youth already took a great deal of effort from her family.
As for those things, how could they possibly come her way?
The reason she targeted Zhao Si’en as soon as she arrived here also has its story.
Both she and Zhao Si’en came from the Capital City, and their families didn’t live far from each other.
But Zhao’s family used to live in the villa district on the hill, with large, bright rooms. While her family lived in the tenement building at the bottom of the hill, cramming more than a dozen people into such a small space.
But Wei Yan Yan doesn’t believe in fate.
Why should she live at the lowest level while Zhao Si’en, without doing anything, gets to live like a princess?
In fact, she really is the princess of the Zhao Family.
The only daughter of the Zhao Family.
She’s not satisfied; she just wants to bully her, to torment her.
The princess of the Zhao Family, being pressed down beneath that scumbag just like her, what kind of feeling would that be?
Wei Yan Yan felt a bit regretful; she really should have gone to take a look.
It would have certainly been a thrilling scene.