It was Zhang Xinyue who calmed down first. She reigned in the smile on her face and asked seriously, "What’s going on? Why the sudden desire to work?"
It’s no wonder Zhang Xinyue and Song Ziyi found it so incredible that Ye Wanwan wanted to work.
Their relationship was very close, and they were acutely aware of each other’s circumstances.
Indeed, Ye Wanwan was a little girl who grew up doted on by her family, and her life had been arranged for her from an early age.
She grew up carefree, and then, following her family elders’ arrangements, she would marry and have children, eventually settling down as a contented wealthy wife.
Ye Wanwan herself had accepted this—over the years they had known each other, except for Ye Wanwan, all the other friends had been troubled by work at one time or another. Ye Wanwan was the only one who never wanted to work.
The matter of working seemed to be unrelated to Ye Wanwan.
Ye Wanwan felt embarrassed; it turned out that in their eyes, she was indeed just a "little good-for-nothing" who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun.
Ye Wanwan raised her hand to touch the back of her neck and said somewhat guiltily, "I just felt bored by myself and wanted to find something to do."
"Don’t brush me off, come clean—what’s the real reason?" Song Ziyi didn’t buy Ye Wanwan’s flimsy excuse and pressed her seriously.
A person doesn’t change for no reason; something must have happened.
Knowing it was impossible to brush them off so easily—after living and eating together during the four years of college—they knew her even better than Shen Yi did and were not so easily fooled.
Ye Wanwan bit her lip, struggling for a while before saying, "It’s not a big deal, really. When I’m alone, I tend to overthink things."
"Overthink what?" asked Song Ziyi.
Ye Wanwan, observing their expressions, said cautiously, "Like whether Shen Yi loves me, or whether another siren is trying to seduce him. I think I’m just too idle, and that’s why I have these messy thoughts."
Song Ziyi’s first thought was of Shen Yi, and she demanded sternly, "Did Shen Yi say that?"
"No, no! He’s never said such a thing!" Ye Wanwan quickly shook her head vigorously, like a bobblehead, not daring to let Shen Yi take the blame for this.
Otherwise, seeing Song Ziyi’s current expression, Ye Wanwan was afraid Song Ziyi might go after Shen Yi with a knife.
"I really do think I’m too idle, and that’s why my thoughts wander all day long. I’m afraid if this continues, I’ll turn into a bitter woman locked away in the inner chambers!"
Ye Wanwan was nearly in tears as she explained, terrified Song Ziyi would pin everything on Shen Yi.
Perhaps it was Ye Wanwan’s sincere expression that ultimately convinced them—Song Ziyi and Zhang Xinyue exchanged glances, communicated silently, and reluctantly accepted Ye Wanwan’s reason.
Zhang Xinyue actually nodded and said, "It’s good you want to work. Even if you don’t achieve much professionally, at least it will keep you from getting bored."
Zhang Xinyue was a bonafide career woman who believed there was nothing more important than her work.
In the past, Ye Wanwan had no intention of working, and the Ye Family didn’t need the little money she might earn, so Xinyue hadn’t said much. But now that Ye Wanwan had brought up the idea of working herself, Xinyue was very supportive.