Yang Wanwan watched their retreating figures and fell into deep thought.
Although Yang Dali seemed excited, he appeared quite confident about Yang Qingqiu's situation.
What did he rely on?
Who's behind it?
Who exactly is that person?
It was obvious that the person was working against him at every turn.
Yang Wanwan stayed at home until around six o'clock before going to the county town.
Inside the rented room, Yang Xiaogu was packing her things. Seeing her return, Yang Xiaogu breathed a sigh of relief. "I just called your house. I figured you'd be here soon."
Yang Wanwan turned the snakeskin bag in her hand inside out; it was full of vegetables from Shang Tao and Er Ye, as well as a small bucket of fresh wild fish and shrimp.
Aunt Yang said, "Wanwan, you siblings are really capable. You've only been back for two days and you've already brought back so many fish and shrimp."
She carried the fish and shrimp to the kitchen, tidied up the vegetables one by one, and kept nagging, "Just like your parents, so smart and capable. Ah, if only your parents were still here."
Yang Wanwan smiled and said, "Auntie, I'm going to take a shower."
"Okay, you can go ahead. Youjin has already gone to school."
Yang Wanwan completed the procedures for living at home, but Hu Youjin is still a boarding student and must attend evening self-study on Sunday nights.
After taking a shower, I saw a bowl of lotus seed soup that Yang Xiaogu had cooked on my desk.
As Yang Xiaogu was tidying up in the living room, she called out, "Wanwan, the weather has been so dry these past few days, so I made some soup. You drank some. Youjin also drank some, and I left some in the kitchen. Help yourself if you want some."
"Okay, Auntie."
Having an elder in the family to take care of things makes all the difference.
Yang Wanwan picked up her drink and went to the living room. "Auntie, how's business today?"
"It's great, especially those trench coats, they're selling really well. I did the math, and I can make over a hundred yuan profit on each one, it's unbelievable. City people, they're just willing to spend."
“Auntie, once you reach a certain level, what you want changes. Maybe one day you’ll feel that this trench coat isn’t classy enough, that it’s not good enough.”
Aunt Yang looked at Yang Wanwan with affection and smiled, "Wanwan, Auntie will wait for that day to come."
"Don't worry, Auntie, it will happen. By the way, did Youkai come yesterday?"
Mentioning her son, Aunt Yang smiled with relief. "Youkai came yesterday and left at two o'clock this afternoon. He's really grown up. He can help me with chores and comfort me. Auntie is relieved. Wanwan, you young people are so smart and thoughtful."
This is because she realized that her current life and her original worries were wrong, and she completely agreed with Yang Wanwan.
Yang Wanwan originally wanted to suggest transferring Hu Youkai to a school in the county town.
But after thinking about it, I decided not to bring it up.
If Hu Youkai is transferred to a school in the county town, can we not transfer Er Ye and Shang Tao to schools in the county town?
But Shang Tao can't come.
How will we explain Shang Tao's illnesses whenever he leaves Fuxing Reservoir Village these past few years?
Therefore, it's best to maintain the status quo.
It's quite normal for Hu Youkai to stay in the town and go to the county seat on weekends.
Aunt Yang asked about Grandma Yang and said, "Thanks to Er Ye and Shang Tao for taking care of Mom, Wanwan, you siblings are truly the lucky stars of our Yang family. As for Yang Dali and Yang Youneng, just ignore them. From now on, I'll pretend we're not related."
After chatting for a while, they each went to rest.
The next day.
Yang Wanwan went to school according to the schedule for day students, and when she arrived at the classroom, she read aloud diligently in the morning.
During the first class, the vice principal walked in with a handsome young man and introduced him to everyone, saying that the original homeroom teacher had been transferred due to other assignments.
Now, the homeroom teacher of Class 1 is the man in front of you, Mr. Liu Xiangshang.
Liu Xiangshang is quite handsome and has a sunny disposition. His self-introduction was also witty and humorous, exuding the vigor of a young talent fresh out of university, which immediately won the favor of the entire class.
The vice principal introduced Liu Xiangshang as someone who graduated from university two years ago with a bachelor's degree and won many major awards in his field during his studies. Within a year of starting work, he taught math to two high school sophomores, achieving excellent results.
Without these impressive achievements, the school would certainly not have appointed him as the homeroom teacher of the first-year high school class.
Yang Wanwan didn't take these things seriously.
She was neither a class leader nor the top student, nor did she have any particularly enviable talents; she was actually not very noticeable in the class.
Her English is exceptionally good, but she controls her performance, never getting full marks on tests and rarely speaking in oral classes, so while her grades seem good, she's definitely not the best.
As a homeroom teacher, I generally wouldn't pay much attention to her.
A week passed uneventfully, and it was Saturday morning's self-study period again.
Yang Wanwan returned from the restroom, mentally counting down the days until winter vacation, which was just a month away.
She will turn eighteen at the end of September next year.
Once you turn eighteen, members of the Lin family will gradually appear, and things will slowly change.
As for myself, I have less than a year left.
Her Moon Bay shop is currently just a small store, with plans to open a branch during the winter break.
A garment factory, however, is a distant dream.
She drew some fashion sketches and sent them to a fashion brand factory. She received a response, signed a contract with them, and received a generous reward.
The other party wanted to cooperate with her long-term and proposed to recruit her into the factory, but Yang Wanwan refused.
After receiving the 20,000 yuan reward, she chose to disappear, preventing the other party from finding her.
She wasn't particularly talented in design; her designs were merely popular in later years. She also planned to open her own garment factory, and these fashionable elements would inevitably be used in her factory in the future.
However, she has not yet found a place to manufacture clothing.
Thinking about this, Yang Wanwan felt somewhat dejected.
Instead of rushing back to the classroom, I lingered for a while on the tree-lined path outside.
A pair of eyes were observing Yang Wanwan from the shadows.
Yang Wanwan was lost in her own thoughts and didn't notice.
When the second class ended, a girl was holding a book and was being chased by several other girls.
"Stop right there! Let me see the book!"
"No way! If I give it to you, when will you give it back?"
"Why be so stingy? I'm just looking at it, I'm not going to eat it!"
"Of course I know you're just looking. If you wanted to eat it, could you even stomach it?"
...
Yang Wanwan glanced up casually and immediately froze.
Isn't this "The Legend of Consort Yan"?
Yang Wanwan's gaze followed them.
The two girls chased the book, stopping and starting, and soon a few more girls joined in. Everyone gathered around the book, discussing it animatedly, saying it was extremely good, and that they had heard it was going to be made into a TV series.
Yang Wanwan was stunned for a moment. Filming a TV series?
Who said that? Nobody talked to her about this.
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