Since that harassment incident, even fewer people have coveted Lin Jingyue. Nobody wants to marry a shrew, lest it cause domestic unrest.

But do you even consider whether they want to come into your house?

She doesn't care what others think at all. As long as she's living a good life, why should she care about other people's opinions? Are they going to give her money or something?

Today is the day she takes her child to register for school.

"Honey, I'll talk to the principal. Just focus on your test. Just do what you normally do. Mom will let you go to school soon!"

For this registration, Lin Jingyue specially bought her child a little dress and a sparkly hair clip. Not for any other reason than to make her child look pretty and feel comfortable.

Little Mingyue nodded obediently, "Mom, I will do my best on the exam and won't let you down."

“No, you’re wrong. Mom is happy that you can go to school. If you don’t want to go, Mom will think of other ways for you. Mom just wants you to be happy, not for you to go to school just to make Mom happy, understand?”

Going to school isn't for the parents, it's for the child's future, but many children only understand this when they grow up.

However, she didn't want to put too much pressure on her child. If the child could attend school, great; if not, so be it. In a few years, when things improved, she would develop her own business, and then it wouldn't be a bad idea for her child to become a well-rounded, morally upright second-generation rich kid.

However, if you can go to school, you should. Otherwise, why would you just lie at home all day?

Logically speaking, it's already the next semester, so starting school at this time is a bit unwise. If first grade is only lasted half a semester, and the student goes on to higher grades next year, their foundation might not be solid.

These days, many people are a bit afraid of going to school, after all, the situation was really bad a few years ago. Therefore, teachers don't dare to be too strict. The responsible ones teach seriously, while the irresponsible ones just teach casually. Whether or not the student can get into junior high school is up to the student.

Lin Jingyue found the principal and explained her purpose. Her child would be eight years old next year and couldn't miss school. Half a semester in first grade would be fine; the child had a foundation, so she wasn't worried about falling behind.

The principal doesn't just accept any student, so he took out a first-grade test paper. As long as you pass, you can come to school.

Xiaomingyue looked at the test paper, then at her mother.

"Honey, keep going! Mommy believes in you!"

The principal took a sip of his tea, and said, "If it really doesn't work out, you can start school next year. There are quite a few eight-year-olds in the school who are in first grade."

Children in this era generally start school later, and there isn't as much of a "tiger parenting" mentality.

"Grandpa Principal, I can do it!" Xiaomingyue clenched her fist to cheer herself up. She was her mother's pride and joy, how could a mere test paper possibly stump her?

Isn't this a piece of cake?

So she picked up her pencil and started writing on the test paper. There were two papers in total, one for Chinese and one for math. She was a little weak in Chinese, but math was her strong suit.

The principal glanced at her with surprise, then observed the fluency of her answer, thinking that this child would probably get a high score. He then looked at the child's mother; she had a gentle appearance, was well-dressed, and possessed a comforting aura—indescribable, but somehow, she seemed extraordinary.

A child raised by a mother like that is bound to be good. While I don't know why the child is only starting school now, that's their family matter, not his concern.

Time ticked by, the pen tip scratching on the paper with a soft "shh" sound. Occasionally, the sound of someone drinking tea could be heard, but it didn't affect the person doing the problem in the slightest.

Lin Jingyue sat on a chair to the side, holding the newspaper that the editor had sent her earlier. There was a column in the newspaper that was hers. In the past few months, she had made a name for herself, even if it was just under a pen name. But she had established a partnership with the newspaper and had a stable source of income.

I don't know how much time passed, but I estimate it was about forty minutes, before Xiaomingyue finished her test paper.

"Grandpa Principal, I'm done."

"Okay, bring it here so I can take a look."

The handwriting on the test paper was very neat, showing that this girl often practices at home. She answered all the questions without missing a single one.

The scores came out quickly.

I missed a perfect score in math by one point, due to a small mistake. I got 92 in Chinese because I misspelled a few words.

This score is among the best in the class.

"Not bad, not bad, you're a promising student." The principal looked at Xiaomingyue with great satisfaction and asked in his kind voice, "Little girl, would you like to come to school?"

"Yes!" Xiaomingyue answered loudly without hesitation, her tone firm.

"Okay, then come over next Monday, and I'll put you in Class 1."

"Thank you, Grandpa Principal!" Xiaomingyue bowed to him and then stepped behind her mother.

Lin Jingyue patted her little head encouragingly, "Principal, we'll come again next Monday. Thank you for taking this child in."

The principal waved his hand. "This child is talented. I just didn't want to miss out on a promising talent. It's a pity, if only... sigh, never mind, you can all go back now."

She knew perfectly well what the principal meant by his unfinished sentence. If the college entrance examination still existed, this child might have been able to get into a good university.

"Principal, do your best and leave the rest to fate. There's no hurdle you can't overcome. We'll head back now, sweetie, quickly say goodbye to the principal!"

"Goodbye, Grandpa Principal!"

Darkness will pass, and light will come.

Little Mingyue is still young. When the light of day arrives, she will be able to take the college entrance examination. The education system here is 5-2-2, so she will be able to take the college entrance examination in exactly nine years.

The principal watched their retreating figures and murmured, "Can we really see the light? It seems like such a distant thing."

...

"Mingyue has already registered? Oh, that's wonderful!" Aunt Zhang was just as happy as if her own granddaughter had registered when she heard the news. "I was thinking that Xiaoshitou is still too young, so he can go to school next year."

Little Mingyue shook her head, her little tuft of hair bobbing up and down. "Grandma, don't worry, whatever I learn at school, I'll teach Little Stone."

"That's great, Little Stone, hurry up and thank your sister!"

Little Stone was confused, but he still obediently did as he was told.

Inside the room, Lin Jingyue counted the money in the wooden box, then took out a portion of it.

She plans to save more money over the next few years so that she can buy a house in the provincial capital when her child goes to high school there.

We also need to set aside some money, which can be used to buy a suitable job if we come across one.