Chapter Twenty
One hundred and fifty yuan is not much, and thirty-odd yuan for books and miscellaneous expenses is not difficult to save. You can save up in two months by being frugal.
However, Lei Tingjun is by no means the kind of person who is passive.
Simply waiting for the factory to pay wages won't solve our immediate problem.
Lei Tingjun took the cigarette off his fingers and stubbed it out in the ashtray on the table.
He planned to contact some friends he had made when he went south to seek his fortune, to see if doing business in the coastal areas was profitable recently.
In this day and age, doing business is all about daring to think and act; the bold get rich, and the timid starve.
Lei Tingjun wasn't lacking in courage or resources; he simply lacked the connections and resources to venture out into the world after the death of his only relative two years prior.
Now, Ji Wanmei has become his motivation.
Ji Wanmei was unaware that she had unknowingly become someone who could directly influence Lei Tingjun's life decisions.
After shopping with Luo Chunyan, she returned home.
Her father works in a factory during the day. Even as the factory manager, he has to go home on time unless there are special circumstances.
It was still early, so Ji Wanmei put the things she bought into the kitchen and then went into her room to read for a while.
On the desk sat a small green-painted clock with a copper frame, ticking away, showing the time as 2:45 PM.
Ji Wanmei sat by the window with a book in front of her. Sunlight streamed in from outside, falling on her fair and delicate face.
She lowered her head slightly, with a few strands of black hair falling from either side of her forehead. A gentle breeze blew in from the window, brushing against the floral curtains. The sunlight reflected off her hair, making her skin appear clear, white, and smooth, just like a peeled egg.
Her eyebrows were the delicate, arched eyebrows of a classical beauty, curving into two willow leaves when she smiled. Her eyes, clear and bright, were like black pearls moistened in a mountain spring.
Ji Wanmei also has a delicate, straight, and beautiful nose with a slightly upturned tip, which looks great from both the front and side.
Those pink and rosy lips were often slightly pursed.
If she were to smile at someone like that, it would make one feel that even a celestial being descended to earth could not compare.
However, after her rebirth, Ji Wanmei's mind was no longer that of a truly innocent and naive eighteen-year-old, although her facial features, skin, and youthful body still resembled those of an eighteen-year-old.
But her inner temperament exudes an indescribable elegance.
The perfect combination of her innocent and charming qualities with her elegant and captivating charm makes Ji Wanmei even more attractive.
No wonder, in this life, Yang Zhiping was so amazed by Ji Wanmei's beauty that his legs went weak and his bones melted. He secretly vowed that his determination to marry her was even stronger than in his previous life.
There's also the Thunder Army.
Every time Lei Tingjun saw Ji Wanmei, although he didn't look directly at her, he could savor her every smile and the faint fragrance on her body for a long, long time.
In fact, Ji Wanmei didn't know, and couldn't remember, where she first truly met Lei Tingjun in her previous life.
In short, from the time she could remember, he and his group of buddies would often sit at the factory gate smoking, and they would occasionally whistle at her in a nonchalant manner.
This greatly displeased Ji Wanmei at the time.
So, whenever she went to the factory to see her father, she would quickly take a detour whenever she saw Lei Tingjun and his group from afar.
Under the influence of these subjective emotions, Ji Wanmei couldn't remember that she and Lei Tingjun actually met three years ago when she was only fifteen years old.
Back then, she was still in high school, an innocent and romantic girl with two long braids, and her favorite outfit was a floral dress.
A girl of fifteen or sixteen years old has begun to develop physically, with a slender and graceful waist, already showing the appearance of a beautiful young woman.
One day, her father was working overtime at the factory, and it was past 6:30 or almost 7 o'clock when he still hadn't come home for dinner.
Because her father has a weak spleen and stomach, he is prone to stomach problems if he misses mealtimes.
Ji Wanmei was worried about her father's health, so after finishing her homework, she packed the food into a thermos and took it to the factory to deliver to her father.
When she reached the street where the workers' compound intersected with the Oriental Factory, she was in such a hurry that she didn't pay attention while crossing the road. As she turned the corner, she was almost knocked down by a man riding a bicycle.
Ji Wanmei staggered two steps and fell to the ground, but her first instinct was to protect the lunchbox in her arms, afraid that it would fall out.
"Little girl, are you alright?"
The man riding the bicycle had a deep, languid, and pleasant voice.
He held onto the bicycle, lifted his long leg, pulled up the brake, and came over to help Ji Wanmei, who had fallen to the ground.
Ji Wanmei was so focused on checking the insulated box in her arms that she didn't have time to pay attention to the person she had bumped into. She hurriedly looked up and said, "I'm fine."
In that instant, she didn't notice that the man who was about to come over to help her suddenly stopped breathing when he saw her raise her head.
Those dark, wolf-like, wild eyes remained fixed on her face. His originally cold and roguish face flushed with an uneasy blush, and his outstretched hand, ready to help her, froze in mid-air, unsure whether to go forward or back.
This person was none other than Lei Tingjun.
Lei Tingjun stared blankly at the beautiful girl in front of him, who seemed to have fallen from the sky, feeling as if something had hit his heart hard.
But Ji Wanmei didn't notice any of this at the time. After checking the insulated box in her arms and making sure it hadn't spilled, she stood up on her own.
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