When Lin Ran placed the money on Song Mai's table, the woman was busy working.

He paused for a moment when he saw the money before looking at Lin Ran.

"This is?"

"You're so carefree about the money Zheng Yao owes you for your phone. She won't give it to you and you don't want it either. Instead, I'm like a eunuch running around for you."

Song Mai pinched her cheek and said in a slightly coquettish tone, "You're the best! It's not that I don't want it, it's just that there's so much to do on this new project, and if we don't start now, we probably won't be able to finish it even if we work overtime."

"I'll accept the money. I'll treat you to a meal after I'm done with this busy period."

After saying that, she casually stuffed the money into the drawer, and Lin Ran sighed.

"You're treating us to dinner? What are we having? Fried rice noodles or spicy hot pot? I think we should forget it. You're such a stingy girl. You should save your money. After all, you're really broke right now. You even used up all your savings on the wedding."

Song Mai lowered her eyes and pursed her lips: "Actually, it was not bad at first. I still had a few thousand yuan, and I will get paid again next month. It's not like I can't live. But I didn't expect my phone to be smashed again. Zheng Yao paid a lot of money in compensation. My broken phone is probably only worth three or four hundred yuan at most. But five hundred yuan can't buy a new phone. I have to add some money myself to buy one."

Thinking about it made Song Mai feel melancholy. She hadn't done anything wrong, but she had suffered a lot of undeserved misfortunes for no reason.

Although I've had my share of bad luck before, it wasn't this bad.

Now even drinking cold water gets stuck in my teeth!

Lin Ran thought for a moment and then came to a difficult conclusion: "Is your husband perhaps cursed to bring misfortune to his wives?"

Song Mai: ...

"It's the 21st century, lady, what kind of talk is this?"

Song Mai's lips pursed in silence.

Lin Ran wholeheartedly agreed: "But it's alright, I'll give you a pair of Nikes for your birthday."

Before leaving get off work, Song Mai finally managed to finish her tasks.

As she finished getting ready and left the company, she saw Zheng Yao talking to Chu Xing, looking shy and bashful.

Upon seeing Song Mai approach, she immediately became extremely hostile.

The man readily put his arm around her waist, and they rode off on the electric scooter, much to Zheng Yao's fury.

What did she say to you?

"She wants me to divorce you and be with her."

"laugh--"

Song Mai couldn't help but chuckle, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

"It's true that male beauty can ruin a country. She's only met you a few times and she's already done so much for you. Why don't you just get together with her? If this continues, I really don't know what else she might do. It doesn't affect you, but I might get killed."

Today, a major issue was resolved, and Song Mai became much more talkative. Compared to her usual tired and listless appearance after get off work, she seemed much more energetic today.

The man picked up the helmet from the car and put it on Song Mai's head, listening to her ramble on about what had happened that day.

When Song Mai mentioned that the bearded man had gone to find them, the man's expression visibly darkened, and he asked with some concern, "Are you alright?"

Song Mai shook her head: "It's nothing."

[For now, everything seems fine, but the company has still lost such a large order. It's hard to say how this will be handled or whether the company will need to take responsibility.]

Chu Xing put on his helmet, remained silent for a while, and then asked Song Mai with some seriousness, "Have you ever thought about changing companies?"

Song Mai sighed deeply: "How could I not have thought about it? But I've been with this company for many years, and my salary is relatively stable and the benefits are decent. It's just that some people try to sabotage me from time to time. If I leave now, I'll face many new problems."

"I heard that Yunxing's marketing department also needs professional translators. Have you ever thought about going to Yunxing?"

Upon hearing the name Yunxing, Song Mai's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again.

“I wanted to go when I first graduated, but they didn’t need the position at the time. Later, I was busy with work and life and didn’t have the energy to think about anything else. Now look at my situation, I guess they won’t want me.”

The man nodded knowingly: "If there's a job opening for this position next time, you can give it a try. You might just get the job."

Song Mai grinned: "Let's talk about it later, let's go home first."

"Let's not go home today."

Sitting in the car, Song Mai turned her head to look at the man behind her with some questions.

"Grandpa invited us to dinner. I sent you a message but haven't replied, and I can't get through on the phone either," the man replied.

Song Mai then realized why he was waiting for her to get off work.

He pulled a broken, junk-looking cell phone out of his bag, his expression somewhat mournful.

"It's turned out like this, I need to buy a new one."

Song Mai skillfully navigated the after-get off work crowd on his electric scooter with Chu Xing in tow.

As the man watched her retreating figure, he felt a dull, uncomfortable tightness in his chest, as if something unseen was lodged there.

Finally, he took out his phone from his pocket and sent a message to Assistant Lu.

After sending the message, he added at the end: "The sooner the better."

Song Mai rode to a supermarket near the restaurant and bought some fruit first.

Chu Xing tried to stop her from buying it, telling her that his grandfather didn't need these things at all, but Song Mai insisted that it was a token of her appreciation.

The restaurant wasn't far from her company; it wasn't a particularly luxurious or high-end restaurant, but it was elegant.

The overall style is a traditional Chinese garden with small bridges and flowing water; you can hear the babbling of water as soon as you enter.

Pushing open the door to the private room, Old Master Chu, who had been sitting just moments before, suddenly stood up.

"Wheat, it's been a long time."

Song Mai was very excited. Growing up in such an environment, where her father and mother didn't love her, Grandpa Chu had always been very good to her.

Although the time they spent together was short, she could feel that Grandpa Chu was sincere towards her, just like she was really spending time with her own grandfather.

"Grandpa Chu, how have you been lately?"

Her sweet greeting made the old man's wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepen with a smile.

"Good, all good! It's kind of you to still care. Unlike that brat, who forgets everything when he's busy, how could he possibly think of an old man like me?"

Chu Xing was making tea when he heard his grandfather acting pitiful and inexplicably felt that he was a bit of a green tea b*tch.

"Didn't you say that seeing me annoyed you and that you should stay away from me?"

When his words were exposed, the smile on Old Master Chu's face froze for a moment:

"Xiaomai, don't listen to his nonsense! It's obvious that he can't take good care of me. Instead of wasting time, let him do his own thing."

Hearing these words, Song Mai felt a pang of sadness.

I heard they took him home, and I thought he'd be well taken care of, but it seems he's still not valued. Why can't they show some filial piety?

Chu Xing poured a cup of the brewed tea for Song Mai and gave her a deep look.

She wanted to explain that it wasn't what she thought at all, but the old man had already shot her a glare.