Chapter 83 How lucky I was, I didn't miss it!

A week later, Jin Wenyi contacted Jin Zhao.

Jin Zhao's mother's marital property included a factory and a shop.

Jin Wenhui belonged to the group of people who went into business early on. He left his government job and opened a small processing factory, doing OEM manufacturing of clothing and accessories. He and Jin Zhao's mother bought a factory building together. Business was bad in the first few years, but Jin Zhao's mother did not resign from her government job. In Jin Zhao's memory, she lived in an apartment allocated by her mother's work unit when she was a child. It was a few years later that Jin Wenhui's business gradually improved, but at the same time, her mother also fell ill.

After her mother passed away, Jin Wenhui moved with her to the house they lived in afterward, which was the only house Jin Zhao could guess was marital property. As for the rest, she didn't know anything.

She didn't know what Jin Wenyi had said to her grandparents, but they quickly confirmed that besides the apartment, there was also a shop. As for Jin Wenhui's company, it had been insolvent for years, so there was no question of shares. However, the original factory building did have property rights, and it had been transferred to Lin Yao's name a few years ago after Lin Yao gave birth to their son.

The initial factory and shops were small and in poor location, not as valuable as houses, but with these two, eight million was enough.

Jin Zhao contacted a lawyer and asked the lawyer to pick up the materials directly from Jin Wenyi.

Jin Wenyi thought that Jin Zhao ultimately didn't want to see her again. Her voice on the phone was filled with disappointment, and she choked up as she said, "Lingling, I'm sorry."

Jin Zhao frankly said, "I definitely resent you, but I don't resent you."

After all, this matter had nothing to do with Jin Wenyi. She could have stayed out of it and remained unscathed, but she still got involved in this mess. She spent money and effort, and ended up pleasing neither side.

Jin Wenyi simply has people she can't let go of. She can't let go of her grandparents and Jin Wenhui.

It's like, Jin Zhao can't let her go either.

Although it would be embarrassing to admit this, since she was ranked very low in Jin Wenyi's hierarchy, she still couldn't be indifferent to this aunt who had helped her countless times in times of need.

Jin Zhao explained, "I'm busy preparing for my wedding recently."

Jin Wenyi was taken aback: "A wedding?"

His tone was somewhat dazed, then he quickly asked, "When?"

Jin Zhao smiled and said, "July, but the exact date hasn't been decided yet."

On her birthday, or July 9th.

Meng Yanxi was still struggling with her decision.

Jin Zhao never knew he could be so conflicted. He had always been decisive, but when it came to the wedding date, he would sometimes think of her birthday and sometimes July 9th.

At first, Jin Zhao didn't think there was anything special about July 9th, and he was quite upset. He didn't resort to passive-aggressive tactics; Meng Yanxi never did anything that harmed others without benefiting herself, so he just tormented her even more vigorously in bed.

He was already stunningly handsome, but when he was moved, he became even more beautiful, like a fairy.

Under the bright light, Jin Zhao stared blankly at him. Suddenly, she remembered that July 9th was the day they went to Xishan together during their summer vacation in their second year of high school.

Meng Yanxi finally let her go and didn't do it again.

He leaned down and kissed her tenderly, their fingers intertwining: "Yes, it was the day of our first date."

Jin Zhao felt that his interpretation was a bit outrageous, but she had just experienced that moment and her body was still trembling, so she didn't dare to provoke him at this time, otherwise this person would go on and on without end.

Actually, it wasn't a first date at all; it was just a barbecue outing with classmates. Although we didn't end up eating together. And Si Tian, ​​Lu Jingyue, Luo Heng, and Cao Bo were also there.

Meng Yanxi's wet fingers cupped her chin, and he kissed her tenderly: "It was also the day I first confessed my feelings to you."

Jin Zhao's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

She took the initiative to hug him.

Beneath his fingertips were the man's taut, powerful muscles, hard and still burning hot.

Her heart was burning too; their skin touched, and they embraced and kissed deeply.

Later, Jin Zhao made the decision for him: "Let's do it on July 9th."

Actually, she had always felt that her birthday was nothing special, just an ordinary day, but Meng Yanxi placed it in a very important position.

July 9th was a good date. Ten years ago, he confessed his feelings to her for the first time, but she didn't understand at the time. But luckily, she didn't miss her chance.

*

After the wedding date was set, preparations began. Jin Zhao wasn't very busy; she had a rather laid-back personality, which was the complete opposite of Meng Yanxi.

She thought that once the date was set, Meng Yanxi would return to normal, but that wasn't the case; she became even more insane.

From the venue decoration to the tableware and flower petals to be used that day, he personally oversaw every decision and asked for her opinion.

Looking at his enthusiastic demeanor, Jin Zhao felt as if he were watching an innocent young man, full of anticipation for a certain day, unrestrained and spirited, wanting the whole world to know.

The court proceedings went surprisingly smoothly, and the verdict was delivered in early May.

After meeting with Feng Chao that day with Jin Wenyi and Zhao Xu, Jin Zhao never showed up again. In the end, it was her lawyer who picked up the judgment and delivered it to Feng Chao on her behalf.

Feng Chao was to go and collect the debt from Lin Yao himself.

As expected, Lin Yao refused to repay the money, and even the court's enforcement order was ineffective. Feng Chao's attempts to collect the money were also unsuccessful, and the two sides had several clashes. But that was no longer her concern; for her, the Jin family's troubles were now completely resolved.

Even though she should rightfully have a share of that money, she no longer wanted to be involved in the endless drain on her resources, and simply considered it as paying off the seventeen years of debt of gratitude for being raised and nurtured.

After May Day, Jin Zhao went back to school.

She is currently on maternity leave and is not working, but she just had a paper published in an SSCI Q1 journal last month.

Although Suishi University is not a top-tier university, it has always placed great emphasis on scientific research and offers substantial rewards to teachers with strong research capabilities.

In the college group chat, the leaders issued a commendation to her and awarded her a bonus of 20,000 yuan.

The department head's idea was that he hoped she could find time to give a research training lecture to other young teachers on how to choose a research topic, write a paper, and write a project proposal.

Meng Yanxi was too proactive in preparing for the wedding, so she didn't need to interfere. The little dumpling was also growing up. He was really a little angel, making her happy every day and rarely crying, which made her very worry-free.

With the family matter resolved, Jin Zhao felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his heart, leaving him feeling incredibly relieved. They finally decided to meet on the second Wednesday evening after May Day.

She was young, a lecturer, and facing colleagues, so she was naturally embarrassed to call it a lecture, only referring to it as an internal exchange. However, the college still arranged a medium-sized lecture hall for her. That evening, not only young teachers from her own department attended, but also teachers and students from other departments. Those attending the research training were at least graduate students, mostly doctoral candidates.

Jin Zhao spent an hour and a half explaining in detail how to choose a topic, how to write it, and how to revise it afterwards.

As for the principles and techniques, she wasn't at a level where she could talk about macro-level concepts, so she focused on the practical aspects, sharing her experience in writing papers and applying for projects in a down-to-earth manner. She explained in detail how to write each item and what reviewers wanted to see, providing very practical insights.

When the event ended at nine o'clock, her colleagues came up to greet her, and several teachers added her on WeChat.

Jin Zhao noticed a slender figure standing in the shadows at the back of the crowd, hesitant and looking like a student. Thinking the person was too shy to come over and greet her amidst the teachers, Jin Zhao deliberately walked towards him afterward.

She was always approachable to her students, just like the wonderful teachers she had during her own student days. She smiled and walked towards the person, but stopped when she saw what he looked like.

Ji Haoxuan hasn't changed much. He's still the same as before, tall and thin, wearing a thin T-shirt, glasses, and holding a book. He looks gentle and unassuming.

It feels like just ten years ago, when they were still classmates and hadn't had any conflicts yet.

"Jin Zhao, it's been a long time." Ji Haoxuan smiled and greeted her.

Ten years have passed, and they have all grown up. Looking back, those things that once seemed like huge events are now like dust in the sunlight, carrying a sense of calm and melancholy.

A smile can erase all enmity when we meet again.

Jin Zhao smiled politely: "What are you doing here? Are you also teaching here?"

Ji Haoxuan said, "No, I'm pursuing a doctorate."

Years later, the former high school classmates meet again. She is now a teacher, and he is a student. She holds SSCI papers and national projects, while he is still struggling to get a paper published in a general journal.

It's actually a bit embarrassing to say, but Ji Haoxuan's mindset has become much more open in recent years: "I'm a bit weak in scientific research. My supervisor said there was a scientific research training lecture tonight, given by a very impressive new teacher from the School of Foreign Languages. He's been at the school for less than two years and has already secured a national project and published three SSCI papers, one of which is in a Q1 journal. So I came to check it out, and I didn't expect it to be you."

Jin Zhao smiled, unsure of what to say.

"Jin Zhao, you are truly outstanding," Ji Haoxuan said sincerely.

"Thanks."

It seemed there was nothing more to say here. Jin Zhao pointed outside and prepared to leave.

Ji Haoxuan called out to her, "Jin Zhao, I'm sorry."

Jin Zhao stopped in his tracks.

Ji Haoxuan looked at her and said in a low voice, "What happened back then was something my mother and I were sorry for."

*

Meng Yanxi was at home playing with her little dumpling when the driver picked up Jin Zhao.

When we got home, the little one was already asleep.

Human cubs, four or five months old, are chubby and soft, with long eyelashes covering their eyes, and their little hands clenched into fists and held up at their sides, fast asleep.

Jin Zhao felt a surge of warmth in her heart and couldn't help but lean down and kiss his little face.

After taking a shower, Meng Yanxi came out of the bathroom and hugged her from behind.

"Teacher Lingling is so outstanding, why don't you chat with me tonight?" He kissed her earlobe affectionately, his tone ambiguous.

Meng Yanxi understands her and knows how to make her lose control, so he deliberately seduces her in this way.

Jin Zhao was so aroused by his kiss that she barely managed to remind him, "I just came back from outside and haven't showered yet."

Meng Yanxi: "Let's wash together."

Jin Zhao: "Didn't you just take a shower?"

"Wash it again."

The man carried her into the bathroom.

Jin Zhao: "The little dumpling is still here..."

Meng Yanxi: "It's okay, the little guy is tired enough from playing tonight, we won't wake him up."

Jin Zhao chuckled: "You didn't play with him? Aren't you tired?"

Meng Yanxi pulled off the bath towel and gently bit her lip under the shower, like a devil: "I'm saving my energy; I just want to play with you."

...

Jin Zhao ate too well that night and slept very soundly. She only woke up in the morning when she heard the little dumpling babbling and teasing her.

I woke up to feed the baby and play with him, and didn't look at my phone until almost noon.

My WeChat friend requests exploded, with a whopping 44 new friend requests.

The scarlet numbers made Jin Zhao think he had become famous for a moment.

But not to that extent. What she shared last night, while containing valuable information, is nothing new to teachers with even a little research experience. It's just that the leadership wanted to use her publication in a Chinese journal to encourage young teachers to get involved.

Sure enough, when I clicked on them, they were all from the same person.

A senior repeating her class last year, who never mentioned his name, kept sending her friend requests starting at 12:14 AM. I don't know if he got her contact information from the students and faculty who attended the lecture last night.

At first, it seemed like she was pretending to be asleep and ignoring it, but it would play a note every few minutes until after 2 a.m., and then it started playing again after 10:40 a.m. this morning.

A total of 44 friend requests popped up.

His words were incoherent.

Jin Zhao glanced at it briefly and kept saying that she never expected to fail a course in her senior year, and asked her to go to the academic affairs office to correct her grades, otherwise she would not be able to graduate.

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Author's note: Don't doubt it, there really are students who keep sending you friend requests in the middle of the night, no matter what time it is, when they need something from you...

Regarding the giveaway on the homepage, the system will automatically draw winners when the subscription rate reaches 100% at the designated time. Winners will receive a system message and will then contact me on Weibo to let me know whether they want a paid book or to wait for this book to be published (we haven't received a quote for this one yet). I'm not the one drawing the winners; based on past experience, the system will select those who interact most with the posts.