Song Wan paused for a moment, then nodded with a smile.
With him by her side, she felt more at ease.
"My work will be finished soon. If you can't wait until the weekend, you can leave two days early."
"No need," Song Wan said softly. "Actually, I also wanted to use these few days to make things clear with the principal."
"What's wrong?"
“I…” She hesitated for a moment, then told him, “I want to quit my job at the kindergarten and focus on getting my journalist certification.”
Lin Zhaojiang listened and expressed his agreement.
In fact, he had long hoped that Song Wan would leave the kindergarten. This job was introduced to her by Lin Yuqing, and it was because of this job and this connection that the Bai family was relatively satisfied with her.
He didn't want her to have any further involvement with the Bai family, not even the slightest connection.
"You really support me?" Song Wan asked, somewhat surprised.
It seems that no matter what I say, he will nod in agreement and even support me unconditionally.
“Really.” Lin Zhaojiang smiled and said softly, “I think if you have a dream, you should work hard to achieve it. There’s nothing to regret about quitting this job. Only by realizing your dream can you experience a more wonderful life.”
"Aren't you afraid that I won't pass the exam and won't be able to find a job afterward?"
"What's there to be afraid of?" He looked into her eyes. "I'll take care of you from now on."
Song Wan's heart tightened.
Lin Zhaojiang patted her head, pressed his forehead against hers, and smiled gently, "I know that girls nowadays don't like it when someone says 'I'll take care of you.' Indeed, women should remain independent."
"But with me, you can be independent, or you can not be independent. I'm willing to let you fly, and when you're tired, you can come and lie in my arms."
"Wanwan, no matter what you choose, I just want you to be happy."
“Zhaojiang…”
“When we get back to Yun City, I’ll help you contact some journalist friends,” Lin Zhaojiang said softly. “They are all well-known journalists in Yun City, which should be helpful for your exam.”
"Mmm." Song Wan's eyes were a little moist. She thought for a long time but didn't know what to say. Her heart was filled with mixed feelings. In the end, she only uttered three words, "Thank you."
"Silly girl." Lin Zhaojiang smiled at her and hugged her tightly.
This time, he not only didn't want to lose her again, but he also wanted to change his previous attitude towards her.
He used to treat her only as a pet.
Now, he wants to respect her, give her space, and grow alongside her. He finally understands that this is how to love someone.
A week later, Lin Zhaojiang accompanied Song Wan back to Yun City.
Upon setting foot on this land, Song Wan felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Although Yun City is located deep inland, its transportation network is extensive and its prosperity is no less than that of the central city.
Song Wan stood on the street, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar scenery around her, but she couldn't piece together the fragments in her mind.
“I know this is where I grew up,” she said softly, “but after that accident, I’ve stayed in Yangcheng. When my mother and sister come to see me, they also come to Yangcheng. So, in my mind, Yun City is like a strange city.”
“However…” she turned to look at Lin Zhaojiang, “I read in a book that people always have a very special feeling for their homeland.”
Lin Zhaojiang smiled slightly, "And what about old friends?"
Song Wan was stunned for a moment, unable to speak.
Lin Zhaojiang was conflicted. He hoped she would remember him, but he also hoped she would completely forget everything that had happened before and never think about it again.
Following the address her sister sent, Song Wan found her home. She couldn't help but laugh; she had to use a map to find her own house.
Having not returned for the past two years, the word "home" has become increasingly distant from her mind.
"My house is just ahead." Song Wan looked at Lin Zhaojiang. "You don't need to see me off anymore. I can go up by myself."
"Okay, then I'll go back to the company to take care of some things."
"You go about your business." Song Wan knew that the famous Zhonglin Group in Yun City was Lin Zhaojiang's business, and the Lin family was even more renowned in this city.
Lin Zhaojiang must have a lot to do here.
She smiled and waved to him, watching him leave, then turned to look at the old tenement building in front of her.
This is an urban village, surrounded by shantytowns, with only a few buildings, each only three or four stories high. The buildings are dilapidated and look on the verge of collapse.
However, Song Wan remembered that her older sister, Song Xi, had told her that their family's living conditions had not been this bad before.
So what exactly happened?
She frowned, filled with questions, and went upstairs step by step. When she got home, she saw Chen Li preparing to make chicken soup.
"mom……"
Before the word "Mom" could even finish, Chen Li interrupted, "Don't just stand there! Use your eyes, will you? Wash your hands and come help!"
Song Wan was taken aback. She hadn't expected that the first thing her mother would say to her after she got home was to ask her to do chores.
But has Mom forgotten that she hasn't been to this house for two years?
Song Wan took a deep breath, washed her hands, and went into the kitchen. The small kitchen was messy, and the floor wasn't very clean. Song Wan could only find the things she needed from a pile of haphazardly placed pots and pans to help Chen Li wash, pick, and chop vegetables and meat.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? You're so slow!" Chen Li rolled her eyes at her. "You've gotten used to a good life, and now you can't even do chores anymore!"
“Mom,” Song Wan retorted helplessly, “Isn’t this what I’m doing…”
"Alright, alright, what have you done!" Chen Li snatched the kitchen knife from her hand. "I'll do it myself!"
Song Wan was pushed aside by her. Listening to the sound of the cleaver chopping on the cutting board, her heart felt as if it were being stabbed by a sharp weapon. She was both horrified and terrified.
This house made her want to escape the moment she stepped inside.
She quietly took out her phone, intending to send a message to Lin Zhaojiang to ask when he would come to pick her up, but Chen Li saw this little action.
"What are you doing? Can't you live without your phone?" Chen Li said irritably, increasing the force in her hands as she chopped the meat, making a loud thud.
"Who did you text? Your boyfriend?"
"mom……"
"You brat!" Chen Li jabbed her forehead hard with a finger. "Why did you break up with Young Master Bai? Have you lost your mind?!"
"Mom, we're really not a good match!"
Song Wan stumbled as she was pushed, seriously suspecting that her mother had used the same force she had when she chopped the meat.
"What do you mean by suitable or unsuitable? Money makes him suitable!" Chen Li shouted at the top of her lungs, brandishing a kitchen knife and glaring angrily. "A young master with such good conditions, handsome, successful, and rich—you don't find one like him everywhere!"
"Mom!" Song Wan couldn't take it anymore. "Don't you think about my happiness? What if I really marry him and live a miserable life?"
"How bad can your life be?" Chen Li grumbled, "It's your brother who's having a hard time! By the way, what about your salary these past few months? Why did you send back so little?"
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