Chapter 433: More money, less work, closer to home

Fu Rong rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at Yao Xin.

"Well, actually I wake up very early every day. Your house... is very beautiful."

Yao Xin found that the furnishings in her bedroom were also antique, and there were even many paintings by famous artists hanging on the walls.

She took a closer look and found that almost every painting was authentic.

There are at least half a million works of art on the walls, which is richer than the collection my mother left at home.

Yao Xin inherited her mother's talent for painting. Since she was a child, she has liked anything related to beauty.

"Yeah, that's what people who see it for the first time say, but our entire Sioux City has buildings like this. It's just that my house is a little bigger, so I'm used to it, so it's just like that."

Fu Rong is modest to just the right degree.

"By the way, Yaoyao, what are you doing in Suzhou? If you don't have a place to stay for the time being, why don't you stay at my house? It's too boring to be alone every day, so you can play with me."

Yao Xin looked at Fu Rong's childish eyes, but his eyes were sincere.

"I came here to look for a job and to relax."

Originally, she didn't want to tell anyone about her affairs, but she inexplicably let down her guard towards Fu Rong.

She briefly described what happened between herself and Chen Cheng.

"Ah, what's there to miss about a man like that? My brother is a good guy. How about I introduce him to you? I think you two are a good match. But it's a pity that the person who came to pick me up yesterday was not him, but my uncle. I was scared to death."

Fu Rong still feels a lingering fear.

Yao Xin didn't take her words to heart and just thought it was a joke.

Now she is not in the mood to talk about love. Love is something that happens naturally, not something that can be asked for.

"Rongrong, are you guys up yet? Come down and have breakfast."

Mrs. Fu downstairs asked the maid to come and find them.

Fu Rong and Yao Xin quickly washed up and went downstairs.

Yao Xin temporarily changed into Fu Rong's clothes. Fortunately, the two of them had similar body shapes and weights, so Fu Rong's clothes fit Yao Xin perfectly.

Mrs. Fu was delighted as she looked at the two pretty girls in front of her.

She looked at Yao Xin, whose face was pretty, gentle and delicate. Her every move was like the gentle evening breeze. She spoke softly and measured her words, quite like a lady from a noble family.

Unlike Fu Rong, who is crazy all the time, she acts cool and aloof to people who don't know her or are not familiar with her.

In fact, this is not the case at all.

Mrs. Fu is most afraid that Fu Rong is too young to make friends. For example, yesterday, when she called for help, Mrs. Fu's heart almost jumped out of her chest.

Fortunately, she came back safely.

Mrs. Fu likes Yao Xin very much. Yao Xin's words and deeds are very well-mannered. She is willing for her daughter to make friends with such a child.

The table was laid with a sumptuous Chinese breakfast, including fried dough sticks, soy milk, millet porridge and some side dishes, which were very appetizing.

Mrs. Fu asked some questions about Yao Xin with concern, and Yao Xin answered them one by one.

Most of her answers were true, except for the one about her family situation, which Yao Xin only mentioned in a few words.

"Mom, good morning..."

At the winding staircase, a tall figure slowly walked down from the top. Yao Xin looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man in simple home clothes coming down from the second floor.

He has a clean face, distinct facial features, and a beige sweater with light-colored trousers. He looks bright and cheerful, which is eye-catching.

Fu Huan saw Yao Xin when he passed by Fu Rong. They both had the same long hair and were wearing the same long skirt, but the pattern was slightly different.

"Am I dazzled? Why are there two Rongrongs?"

Fu Huan sat down opposite and looked at Yao Xin curiously.

Yao Xin tilted her face slightly, her facial features were delicate and her eyebrows were as dark as distant ink. Fu Huan stared at her intently. Yao Xin guessed that this must be Fu Rong's brother.

He does not have the extravagance and vanity of a rich boy, but has the gentleness and humility of a young man from an aristocratic family.

Looking at his features, apart from being extremely similar to Mr. Fu's, Yao Xin couldn't help but think of Fu Rong's uncle.

The uncle and nephew are very similar, but Fu Huan looks harmless and cheerful, while the uncle is cold and looks difficult to approach.

Yao Xin felt that there were actually many people like that around her, such as Huo Yaolin and Huo Yaoqi's younger brother, who became more and more like their older brother as they grew older.

Her uncle was much the same. Only when her aunt was standing beside him did Yao Xin notice the rare tenderness on his face.

"Brother, this is my new friend, Yao Xin. Thanks to her, I didn't get bullied by others yesterday. She studied design and came to Suzhou to find a job. I remember your company was also recruiting. How about it? Is there anyone suitable? Can you introduce her to me?"

Fu Rong spoke so quickly that Yao Xin had no time to stop him.

Her face was light pink, and her rosy white skin looked particularly beautiful in the morning light, matching her delicate face.

Fu Huan glanced at her a few times with admiration, his eyes were so clean that they didn't make people feel uncomfortable.

"Yes, but we mainly design jewelry. I wonder if Miss Yao has experience in this area."

When talking about jewelry design, Yao Xin's eyes lit up.

Of course she does.

She has also designed for many high-end luxury brands, but she used the name on her mother's household registration book - Yao Lin, also known as Christina. So far, she is still continuing her mother's design work.

"I learned a little bit from others."

To Fu Huan, this meant - I'm not very good at it.

He was a little disappointed, but he knew how to comfort people.

"It's okay. You can come to our company as an assistant first. When the opportunity comes and you produce excellent works, you can be promoted to a designer. But the salary of an assistant is not very high, and it's a bit tiring. I'm afraid your friend can't do it."

Looking at the gentle and quiet woman in front of him, her hand holding the cup was as white as jade, smooth and slender, without any flaws. Anyone could see that Yao Xin was a young lady who lived a pampered life and was definitely not one to do rough work.

"Brother, Yaoyao is my good friend. Can't you give her a decent job that pays well, has little work, and is close to home?"

She reached out and held Yao Xin's arm: "I still want her to play with me."

How could Fu Huan not know what his sister was thinking?

"The assistant I'm talking about doesn't have to go to the company every day. Some of the work can be done at home. The monthly salary is 30,000 yuan, but I think your friend's monthly living expenses are probably more than 30,000 yuan, so I think it's a bit low. If it's an ordinary person, it should be enough to get by."

Yao Xin was a little embarrassed. Fu Huan looked quite young, but he had a sharp eye.

Yes, she was wearing a necklace designed by her mother. It was a unique piece that her mother had made for her when she was ten years old. It was a short-lived masterpiece among her mother’s works, and has since disappeared. Very few people have seen it.

Fu Huan noticed that the piece on her neck was Christina's work, and he had only seen the drawings before. This was the first time he saw the finished product.

It is said that it was collected by a mysterious person. Until now, for nearly fifteen years, no one knows who owns this necklace.

Fu Huan was quite excited when he saw it being worn around Yao Xin's neck. He deduced that she was definitely not a girl from an ordinary family. For someone who could afford to wear Christina's work, a salary of only 30,000 yuan was nothing.

Fu Huan was not wrong in his guess. Yao Xin's aunt gave her about 1.2 million yuan for living expenses every month. Indeed, 30,000 yuan was nothing, but she was not a wasteful person. Most of the money her aunt gave her was kept in the bank.

"I have been working part-time to pay for my studies, and my family barely gives me living expenses. 30,000 yuan is really a lot."