Zhang Xiaofang's heart raced, her face flushed red against her dark complexion. She placed the lettuce leaves on the ground and said gently:
"Brother Zhaoye, how long do you plan to stay this time?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaoye gave the girl who was leaning against the door watching the scene with a displeased look.
Her hair was styled in a loose, high ponytail, highlighting her beautiful high crown, with a few wispy strands of hair framing her face.
Beads of sweat slid from her forehead to her slender, white neck, her appearance both innocent and alluring.
Just then, her beautiful eyes, slightly shifting, met his deep, dark pupils.
Wen Zhaoye's heart suddenly started pounding erratically.
He quickly lowered his long eyelashes, using the motion of adding firewood to conceal his panic, and replied in an unnatural tone:
"I'll go back once my dad's almost fully recovered." Damn, she's so beautiful, who would dare marry her? I'd have to support her for the rest of my life.
He realized this, and a slight smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.
Zhang Xiaofang was busy with chores at home, but her parents didn't give her a single penny.
Seeing all the girls from my village going to work in factories and coming back looking so beautiful every time, I couldn't help but feel envious.
She pursed her lips, her face showing slight embarrassment, and couldn't help but speak up:
"Brother Zhaoye, I'd like to ask if your factory is short-staffed? I make all the clothes for my younger siblings, and I'd like to find a job too, anything is fine."
Wen Zhaoye suppressed his racing heartbeat and, after calculating that the newly built garment factory would still need some time, said:
"We'll need another batch of people in about a month, and I'll let you know when I get back to the village."
Zhang Xiaofang's face showed barely suppressed excitement. Although she still gave all the money she earned to her family,
But in the factory, everything is piecework, so as long as she's willing to work hard, she can definitely save up two [units of currency].
Her voice brightened as she said, "Thank you, Brother Zhaoye."
Wen Zhaoye suddenly turned to look at the girl at the door, his heart skipped a beat, his ears flushed, and he looked away, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his lips.
"Didn't you say you wanted to reduce my stress? You should come with me then, so you won't just stay home and sleep all day."
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