Chapter 37: The Wicked Stepmother Who Abandoned the Twins (37)

[Washing dishes is also a way to make money, and it doesn't require any education; you can learn it quickly.] The system suggested.

Wen Yan: "..."

"Get lost, you dog."

So what do you want to do?

"Do you still remember the designer who measured my feet at Gu Ci's house? I want to go and beg her to take me in."

【She doesn't even know you, okay? Why would she take you in?】The system thought Wen Wan was really daydreaming.

“I have nice feet. She said she likes pretty feet. If all else fails, I’ll be her foot model. I just need to provide meals.”

system:【……】

The host has a bottom line, but it's not high.

In order to get a meal, Wen Wan quickly found the designer's studio. The receptionist greeted her, "Miss, are you looking to buy shoes? Our Feiyun Studio makes all original shoes, and they are very popular."

Wen Wan: She has no money, so why would she buy shoes?

"Is Teacher Qingyun here?"

"Looking for Teacher Qingyun! Do you have an appointment?"

Wen Wan: "No."

"Then that won't work for now. The current appointment slots are already booked for a month in advance. Would you like me to make an appointment for you?"

A month? By then, Wen Wan will only be a skeleton, and I'm afraid it will frighten Teacher Qingyun.

"Could you please pass on a message for me, saying that I am Qin Sisi's friend?"

front desk:"……"

Qin Sisi, isn't she the wife of the Gu Group president who died in a car accident five years ago? Why would this person think that the name of a dead person would be enough for Teacher Qingyun to meet?

Perhaps it was just a stroke of luck that couldn't be stopped. At that very moment, Qingyun returned from outside. "Teacher Qingyun, this young lady says she is Qin Sisi's friend and wants to meet you."

Qingyun stopped in his tracks and looked at Wen Wan.

She has delicate and pretty features, is about 1.6 meters tall, and has a slender figure. She is wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and jeans, has straight legs, fair skin, and clear eyes. She doesn't seem like someone with impure intentions.

"You know Qin Sisi?"

Wen Wan nodded. "We are friends."

"Then come to my office first."

Wen Wan followed Qingyun into her office. Qingyun's office was not cluttered; on the contrary, it was very simple, with a simple black and white color scheme, a white sofa, and a few green plants and some design drawings on the windowsill and desk.

"Sit down. What would you like to drink? I have nothing here but alcohol."

"Never mind, the child can drink milk."

A little kid? ??

"I'm not young anymore; I've been an adult for a long time."

"Okay, why does he look like a high school student?"

Wen Yan: "..."

Qingyun gave Wen Wan a bottle of milk, then poured himself a glass of red wine. Wen Wan was really thirsty; she hadn't drunk a drop of water since entering this body.

Then Qingyun, who was standing nearby, saw the child quickly gulp down a cup of milk, with a ring of milk still stuck to his upper lip.

He really is just a kid.

"Want more?"

Wen Wan: "Yes."

Wen Wan was much more reserved with her second cup of milk, putting it down after drinking half of it. "Teacher Qingyun, I was actually lying to you. I'm not Qin Sisi's friend. I just wanted to see you."

"I know."

"Why? Then why did you let me in?"

"You little brat, I've eaten more salt than you've drunk milk. Tell me, why do you want to see me?"

I want to work for you.

Qingyun raised an eyebrow; she hadn't expected the child to be so direct.

“My studio staff have very high standards, and my studio is not short of staff right now.”

"I saw your studio's post. Your studio is always recruiting models. I'd like to be your model."

Qingyun laughed, "Little friend, my studio doesn't lack models either."

"I know my height probably makes me unsuitable for modeling, but would I be a foot model?"

"Want to be a foot model? Then take off your shoes and let me see if you're qualified." Qingyun chuckled, finding the kid quite amusing.

Wen Wan: It's still that designer after all.

Wen Wan never imagined that she would be reduced to making a living by her feet. That damned system really screwed her over.

Wen Wan took off her shoes and socks, revealing a pair of delicate, white jade-like feet to Qingyun.

Qingyun subconsciously reached out and touched Wen Wan's instep. Wen Wan's instep arched, forming a beautiful curve. Qingyun began to measure the size and width of her foot, as well as its feel.

"You're beautiful, I'll take you in. What's your name?"

Wen Wan's eyes brightened slightly. Although it wasn't good to sell her feet, what use were feet if there was no food to eat?

"My name is Wen Wan. Does the studio have dormitories? I don't have a place to stay."

Qingyun asked in surprise, "Kid, you didn't run away from home, did you?"

"no."

"Alright, there are no dormitories in the studio, but I happen to have a guest room at my place. You can stay there, but your salary will be halved. Any objections?"

Can meals be reimbursed?

Qingyun smiled and said, "Okay."

"That's fine then."

Having solved the problem of finding lodging and food, they were finally spared the risk of sleeping under bridges or starving to death.

Qingyun asked her assistant to prepare a contract. The assistant asked curiously, "Sister Qing, why did you hire that young girl?"

"Her eyes are very similar to those of an old friend of mine, and now I've discovered that their feet are also very similar—both are the same type of beautiful feet."

assistant:"……"

The case is solved: it turns out our boss is a foot fetishist.

—

She followed Qingyun back to her home.

Like her office, Qingyun's residence was also very simple, without too much clutter, and even the color scheme was very minimalist, which was hardly the behavior of a designer who could create so many stunning works.

"This is your room. Are you satisfied?"

Wen Wan entered the room, which was bright and clean. She quickly pounced on the bed and said, "I like it."

"Then you can move your luggage over and check in."

Wen Wan: "I have no luggage, I have nothing."

Qingyun raised an eyebrow. "So you really did run away from home! You didn't even take any luggage."

Wen Yan: "..."

"Alright, my niece is about the same size as you, I'll go find some clothes that fit you to change into."

"Thank you, Sister Yun."

After Qingyun left, Wen Wan lay on the bed.

"Look, you bastard, your grandma has found a job now."

System: [You're awesome!]

"This is called 'when heaven closes all doors, man proposes, God disposes'."

Soon Qingyun brought over a few sets of clothes, and Wen Wan took a shower and changed her clothes.

"The studio opens at nine in the morning and closes at six in the evening. Just go to my assistant then; she knows what you're supposed to do."

Qingyun leaned against the door and said, “Stay here and abide by my rules. No noise after 10 p.m., and don’t enter my workroom without my permission. You can do whatever you want at other times without feeling too restricted.”

"Okay, I understand, Sister Yun."

Qingyun was very busy and was soon called away by a phone call. Wen Wan lay on the bed and, after settling down, suddenly missed Gu Ci even more, as well as her two adorable children, Xiao Jiaojiao and Xiao Xuanxuan.

I wonder how things are now.

"You bastard, do you think I've really wronged Gu Ci? I clearly wanted him to be happy, but in the end he was sad because of me."

System: [Don't be pessimistic, we still have hope.]

"Don't you think Jiaojiao and Xuanxuan have changed? They're eight years old now, right? Aren't they in elementary school already...?"