Chapter 13 Chapter 13 This is clearly Fang Gong's lover's computer...

The next day.

Fang Han took the computer to be repaired early in the morning and even sent a message to Gao Wen to reassure her that there was nothing seriously wrong.

Gao Wen dreamt last night that her materials and first drafts had disappeared, which startled her awake this morning.

It must be said that Fang Han's words of comfort were very effective.

She got up, washed up, and went to the yoga studio.

Downstairs, Gao Wen ran into Lin Siyue, and the two entered the elevator together.

"Good morning!" Gao Wen greeted her with a smile.

Her schedule didn't include Lin Siyue's classes; she must have been attending classes taught by other teachers.

Gao Wen knew that Lin Siyue was a bit arrogant and had a bit of a temper, and seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied with her teaching, but she didn't care about that.

Some people are satisfied while others are not, but that doesn't affect her mood; she just needs to do her own thing.

Even though Lin Siyue was dissatisfied, she still attended her class, which earned her a fee. As long as the final result was what she wanted, the process wasn't that important.

Gao Wen's youthful energy and radiant beauty even perked up the drowsy Lin Siyue. She raised her hand and waved, "Good morning."

Gao Wen's eyes suddenly filled with laughter, making her fair and clear face even more beautiful and radiant.

"..." Lin Siyue's cheeks flushed slightly, and her breathing became a little rapid.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Her smile is so sweet!

Not only men like to look at beautiful women, but girls also get attracted to beautiful women, okay?!

Lin Siyue thought for a moment and realized that Gao Wen was trying to please her!

That's right!

This woman knows her advantages all too well; she uses her beauty to scheme! Cunning and treacherous!

This is absolutely outrageous!

The elevator doors opened, but Gao Wen didn't move. Instead, she smiled and told Lin Siyue to go out first.

Lin Siyue's heart raced again. She gripped her bag tightly, lowered her head, and quickly walked out.

She glanced back at Gao Wen, and when she saw her come out, she quickly turned her head and walked forward.

snort!

Don't think that just because you think this, she'll help you pursue her brother!

After Lin Siyue entered the museum, she sat in the rest area and saw Gao Wen smiling and greeting everyone in the museum. She treated everyone with the same enthusiasm that she had shown to her.

Lin Siyue choked, clenching her fists. Seeing Gao Wen treat everyone like that, she felt a pang of sadness for some reason.

She definitely still harbors resentment towards this woman.

Members arrived one after another. When Zhang Ni saw Gao Wen, she smiled and went up to greet her.

As Zhang Ni walked towards the classroom, she saw Lin Siyue and urged her, "Class is about to start, come in quickly."

Lin Siyue remained seated, feeling even more distressed.

"She didn't schedule this class," the receptionist explained as she came over.

"Oh, I see. I'll go to class now." Zhang Ni thought Lin Siyue had scheduled a class with a different teacher, so she quickly headed to the classroom.

As Gao Wen closed the door, she smiled gently at Lin Siyue and said softly, "We're going to class now."

Lin Siyue didn't even realize that she was staring longingly at the closed classroom door. She couldn't schedule any of Gao Wen's classes this week, so she couldn't take any nice photos to wow her friends on social media.

I'm really sad.

"Which class did you book? Is it Teacher Mimi's class?" The receptionist walked over and asked Lin Siyue with a smile.

"I need to take a private lesson," Lin Siyue said, not forgetting her purpose for coming here.

Since there were no private lessons available, she booked a personal trainer.

Yesterday, Lin's family saw her post on WeChat Moments and transferred money to her, especially her brother Lin Heng, who transferred 30,000 yuan to her, telling her to practice hard and not stay at home and be too decadent.

Lin Siyue had been slacking off for a long time, not wanting to go to her internship, lacking goals in life, and just wasting her days at home. Now that she finally had a hobby that she was interested in and that could impress others, she naturally wanted to stick with it.

Upon hearing that Lin Siyue wanted to enroll in a personal training program, the receptionist's attitude immediately changed.

She poured Lin Siyue a glass of water and asked with a smile, "Which teacher's private tutor do you want to sign up for? Or is it a general one? There will be an event next month, but I can ask the manager in advance to let you sign up for classes first."

Lin Siyue was easy to fool, and the receptionist was already thinking about what high-priced package to recommend.

Her commission increased again.

"I want to sign up for private lessons with Teacher Wenwen," Lin Siyue said. Then she added, "Since she's a teacher at your center, you should be able to arrange it, right?"

If she takes a private coach, he can only serve her. Lin Siyue thought to herself, feeling good and a little smug.

Upon hearing this, the receptionist's smile vanished.

Gao Wen had just started her part-time job. She got along well with the other teachers, so she was naturally willing to promote their courses first, and they even gave her a commission.

Although Gao Wen was friendly, the two had not yet established a "deep collaboration," so the receptionist was naturally reluctant to sell Gao Wen's courses.

“Although she’s a part-time teacher, I think her classes are pretty good, and I’d like to take her private lessons,” Lin Siyue said. She added that last time she came, the receptionist said they didn’t have Gao Wen’s private lessons, but if she asked, they should be available.

Since we're opening a shop, there's no reason not to make money.

"I need to ask the director about this; it's not something I can decide on my own." The receptionist put away the course schedule and said to Lin Siyue, "How about this, I'll talk to the director first, and he'll let you know if there's any news."

"Hurry up, I need to go to class." Lin Siyue stood up.

She heard that classes need to be taken consecutively to be effective, otherwise all the previous efforts would be wasted and all the hard work would be for nothing.

"I'll talk to the manager right now." The receptionist saw Lin Siyue to the door; this was considered a potential customer.

"Hmm." Before leaving, Lin Siyue glanced at the closed classroom door, feeling a little disappointed.

Lin Siyue's face fell again the next second; she must have gone mad.

They're rushing over here looking for a beating!

*

Gao Wen finished her class and was about to leave when the receptionist called her back.

"The curator needs to speak with you."

"good."

Gao Wen changed her clothes and went to the conference room next door.

Five minutes later, the curator finished his call and walked in with a smile. When he sat down, he said apologetically, "Wait a moment, I'll get back to you."

"You're busy." Gao Wen didn't have a class next time, so she sat quietly and waited.

The studio owner is in his forties. He started out practicing yoga and gradually worked his way up to open this yoga studio in the city center. He has a stable number of members and no longer teaches classes.

In Gao Wen's opinion, there must be something about the other person that she could learn from.

Gao Wen's dream is not just to be a runner or a full-time teacher for life and earn that little bit of tuition.

More than anyone else, she wanted to climb higher and would seize every opportunity she could. Even if it meant enduring a lot of hardship, she would grit her teeth and climb to higher levels.

She firmly believed that the view from above must be beautiful.

After waiting for a while, the curator finally finished her work. She looked up at Gao Wen and smiled warmly: "Teacher Wenwen, you've been teaching at our center for a while now. How are you finding it?"

"That's fine," Gao Wen replied gently.

The curator sat up straight and took a document: "I've looked at your courses recently, and your private classes are fully booked, which is excellent," she said, praising, "The members' feedback on your classes has also been very positive, which is truly beyond my expectations."

Gao Wen humbly said, "Maybe it's because I'm new here and everyone is still curious about me. I still have a lot to learn from my seniors."

“You’re such a young girl, you’ll definitely make a lot of money in the future,” the manager said with a smile. “You’re doing well in both your group classes and individual classes. I’ve also asked some members for their opinions and I’d like to try arranging some private lessons for you. Teaching private lessons is a bit easier than teaching individual classes, since you’re only teaching one person.”

This step was actually within Gao Wen's expectations, and she seemed somewhat flattered: "Director, thank you for giving me this opportunity. I will work hard."

“You have unlimited potential, young lady. The studio might even start selling private lessons specifically for you later, and the hourly rate will be higher then.” After saying that, the studio manager changed the subject, “However, in our industry, certification is still very important. Right now, you’re only taking some small classes. Once you start private lessons, you’ll have access to many different styles. You know, this area is a wealthy neighborhood, and those private lesson members are all long-term members. Their knowledge base might even be more extensive than some of the instructors. You still need to attend some training.”

"Training?" Gao Wen hesitated for a moment, a bad feeling creeping into her heart.

“You’ll definitely need to keep learning, otherwise you might fall behind someday. I can help you make a connection, but you’ll have to pay for the lessons yourself.” The curator smiled gently and kindly, as if he was looking out for her.

Gao Wen's heart sank slowly, but she tried her best to maintain a normal expression.

The operation to exploit her has begun.

“These courses are taught by masters, and a single class can cost tens of thousands. This time, we happen to have the time to train intensively. There are three sessions in total, each costing 18,000 yuan, so three sessions would cost 54,000 yuan. When you come back from your studies and get your advanced certificate, you will be more recognized by the old members when you go to private classes, and you will also improve yourself, right?” The manager slowly persuaded.

At that moment, when Gao Wen looked at the curator's face, all her trust in her vanished, and she even found the curator's smile so irritating.

Fifty-four thousand?

They really dare to make such a bold statement, reaping profits from members and then from teachers. No wonder I've heard from other teachers that they often have training sessions that require them to keep throwing money at it.

This kind of training has very little value; it's just a way to get a certificate, and it's a scheme to exploit teachers.

"Director, I'm just a student, I haven't graduated yet, where would I get so much money?" Gao Wen said with a troubled expression.

“You can go and take a look at the previous session first. I really want to train you,” the curator said with an exceptionally friendly smile. “You can also get paid for teaching part-time here. We’ll just deduct it from your teaching fee.”

She's got a winning formula; she works part-time teaching yoga classes and still owes the yoga studio money.

Gao Wen glanced at her phone, pretending she had something else to do and would think about it when she got back.

As soon as she stepped out of the meeting room, her face darkened.

We can't stay here any longer.

A curator who has no faith and is blinded by greed is incapable of running a business well; he might just mess things up at any time.

*

When Gao Wen returned home that evening, the curator sent her more than a dozen long voice messages, constantly trying to persuade her.

It was more like a sales pitch; she had become the prey the other party had their eyes on.

This incident made Gao Wen quite irritable.

She also works part-time at several other gyms, but her job at Fanying Yoga Studio is very stable. She can teach two or three classes a day, and the studio is always full.

One hundred and eighty yuan per class.

Gao Wen had always known that the other teachers were all higher-paid than her, and that the library was withholding her teaching fees.

However, Gao Wen didn't care.

The money she earns in a month is enough for her to live comfortably, far more than she earns during her internship at the company. Her goal is not to make a lot of money in the short term; experience is very important.

It now seems that the extra fee was not charged because she did not participate in the training?

She loathed this practice, knowing it was a way to exploit teachers, and it truly disrupted her plans.

Gao Wen was sitting in the living room when she saw that Fang Han hadn't returned yet, so she called him.

The door opened as soon as the call connected, and Fang Han walked in.

Gao Wen glanced at him and saw that he was carrying a watermelon. Her heart tightened, and she stood up anxiously.

"The computer is fine, it's just the touchscreen that needs fixing. They said I can pick it up in three days," Fang Han said with a smile.

Gao Wen was relieved. She patted her chest gently, sat down again, and couldn't help but say dejectedly, "My life is in a bit of chaos right now, and I can't take any more setbacks. Luckily, it held up, otherwise I wouldn't be able to afford it."

“There’s nothing seriously wrong,” Fang Han said as he walked into the kitchen. He cut the watermelon into three large pieces, took out one piece, cut it into pieces, plated it, and placed it in front of Gao Wen. “Have some watermelon to soothe your throat.”

Seeing Gao Wen's troubled expression, he knew she must have encountered something.

If she doesn't say anything, he won't ask any more questions.

When she's in a bad mood, eating something makes her feel better.

"Thank you." Gao Wen picked up a piece of watermelon, feeling annoyed, and ate it in small bites.

The sweet watermelon soothed Gao Wen's irritability. She couldn't help but complain to Fang Han, "The curator actually asked me to pay for the training, which means I have to sign a contract of servitude and pay for the classes myself. And the amount is not small. She's treating me like an idiot. Do I look like an idiot?"

Do I look like a stupid person?

Gao Wen took a big bite of the watermelon, looking completely bewildered.

Fang Han's impression of Gao Wen was that of a quiet and elegant woman with a bright smile, a friendly demeanor, and a generous and proper manner in everything she did, possessing a maturity beyond her years.

At this moment, she must have been furious, which made her even more charming and lively.

"No way, you're very smart," Fang Han said confidently. "You won't be fooled."

"Only you would say that," Gao Wen muttered, resting her chin on her hand, and continued eating watermelon.

Fang Han always thought she was a good person. Even at the end of their "previous life," when everyone thought she was a bad woman, he was the only one still desperately searching for her and trying to explain things to her.

Sometimes, Gao Wen felt that this world was unreal, and that Fang Han might also be a tool being manipulated.

"What?" Fang Han didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing." Gao Wen didn't look at Fang Han. To hide her fluctuating emotions, she grabbed a slice of watermelon and stuffed it into her mouth.

After a while, Gao Wen came to her senses and realized that she had already eaten three large pieces.

Realizing this, she jumped up, stared at the three pieces of watermelon rind in the trash can, her eyes widening as she looked at Fang Han. Her delicate, fair face scrunched up, and she raised her slender hand to point at him: "You—"

Fang Han plotted to kill her!

Ahhhhhh—

Three whole pieces, such a big piece!

Fang Han quickly explained, "Watermelon is not very sweet and is not high in calories."

Because she was feeling depressed, Gao Wen had already rewarded herself with a barbecue wrap on her way back. She reached out to cover her face, but because her hands were covered in bacteria, she forced herself to hold back. She stomped her feet as she returned to her room, even angrier than when she had been tricked by the curator.

Before closing the door, she peeked out and took a deep breath. The other person said coldly, "I didn't mean to blame you. Thank you for the watermelon. It was very sweet and delicious."

But a beautiful woman's life doesn't allow for indulgence!

Fang Han watched the door close gently; the image of her just now lingered in his mind.

Xu Fei opened the door and came back. Fang Han looked at her and took out the remaining two large pieces of watermelon: "Want some watermelon? It's freshly cut."

Watermelons that have been cut open should not be left overnight; they must be eaten while they are still fresh.

"I want this half." Xu Fei chose the half from the bottom of the watermelon.

Fang Han wrapped the other large piece in plastic wrap, intending to save it for Brother He.

Xu Fei directly held the watermelon and ate it with a spoon. She looked at Fang Han and said, "You divided the watermelon into three parts. You left the tail for me, the head for Brother He, and the sweetest part in the middle for your dear junior sister?"

"I'm going back to my room to sleep." Fang Han placed another large piece of watermelon on the dining table, sent a message to Brother He, and turned to go into his room.

"Young man, your ears are so red! You're even walking with your hands and feet moving in unison." Xu Fei laughed out loud behind her, eating watermelon with even more gusto.

And I must say, even if it's not the middle part, this watermelon is still very sweet.

*

Fang Han came out of the shower and received a call from Gu Shujie: "The computer you took is almost broken, it's a three-year-old model, I think we should just buy a new one?"

“No, it absolutely has to be fixed,” Fang Han replied without hesitation.

He did this so Gao Wen wouldn't worry; the computer was badly damaged and probably needed a lot of parts replaced.

"The cost of repairing a computer is more expensive than buying one. You don't even know if they'll have the parts, and you also have to recover the data, which is very troublesome," Gu Shujie said.

"Fix it as soon as possible, I'll fix the data myself." After saying that, Fang Han rarely asked for help, "Thank you for your trouble, senior brother."

Gu Shujie was about to ask what kind of information was so important when Zhang Ni's voice came from the side: "Isn't there a lot of cute stickers on the computer? This must be Fang Gong's wife's computer!"

"He said he'd fix it, so he did. You wouldn't understand."

Fang Han's red ears, which had just subsided, became hot again.

"...No." He was about to deny it when Gu Shujie interrupted, "I forgot you're keeping a mistress. Okay, I got it."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Shujie hung up the phone.

Fang Han: "......."

If talking nonsense is illegal, he really wants to call the police recently.

A note from the author:

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Fang Han: If you keep talking nonsense, I'm really calling the police!

Everyone: You're being too obvious about your love, aren't you weird?

Xiao Fang's love is truly admirable; he exudes the charm of a married man and is a very gentle and humble person. This is a sweet story.

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