Yang Yajing felt her life was utterly worthless—single at 36; meager salary absolutely insufficient to cover her mother's medical expenses.
Her best friend not only stole the man she...
In this life, she has to hurry up and spoil Zhou Pengfei's tastes so that Jiang Xuanxuan can't beat her to it again!
Christmas Eve arrived quickly.
It was a Monday. After class, Zhou Pengfei went directly to Yang Yajing's class and took her out.
"Isn't it still early?" Yang Yajing glanced at her cartoon watch.
"My mom made roast goose today. She said I should invite you home for a Christmas dinner as a way of repaying you for the meals I've had at your house!" Zhou Pengfei explained.
"Oh no! I need to go home and change my clothes!" Yang Yajing looked at her clothes, which were always dirty from being covered in leather every day. "Doesn't it look festive to wear red for Christmas?"
"I think green suits you better!" Zhou Pengfei joked with a smile.
"Why is it green?"
"The dwarfs at Santa's house all wear green!" Zhou Pengfei pointed at Yang Yajing, who was less than 1.2 meters tall, and promptly made a sarcastic remark.
"Oh! I'm short now, but I'll grow taller later!" Yang Yajing pouted deliberately, but green is green, so be it!
Rushing home, Yang Yajing shouted as soon as she entered the door, "Mom! Where's that new green jacket you made? Zhou Pengfei invited me to his house for Christmas dinner!"
"Wow! His family is so trendy, celebrating Western holidays?" Sylvia Chang asked as she took out the new green satin jacket.
"No! His family is religious!"
"When you go to visit someone, remember to keep a low profile and don't chatter!" Zhang Aijia reminded Yang Yajing as she fastened the clasp.
"Mom! Don't worry! I won't embarrass you!" Wearing a bright green padded jacket, Yang Yajing looked just like a cheerful Chinese doll.
Since everyone was supposed to stay up on Christmas Eve, Zhou Pengfei thoughtfully told Zhang Aijia that they would bring Yang Yajing back safely, so she could rest assured.