"Xiaohua, Xiaohua."
Su Hua turned around and left. Ye Lin called her twice from behind but there was no response. She sighed helplessly.
Ye Lin is really worried now and doesn't know what to do.
She is still a temporary worker in the pastry factory. Because of her unsatisfactory working ability, she is not included in the factory's quota for regularization. She still receives a temporary worker salary of 18 yuan per month. As a technician of the Railway Bureau, Pan Zhiyuan's salary is almost double hers, 34 yuan per month. But even so, the salary of the two of them is just over 10 yuan.
Because the Pan family did not approve of their marriage, Pan Zhiyuan's father did not contribute anything to their wedding, and the wedding banquet was organized by Pan Zhiyuan using money borrowed from friends.
The house they are renting now is a family building with one bedroom and one living room, a separate kitchen and toilet. It is convenient for living, but the rent is not cheap, costing one yuan a month.
The house they rented was located between their workplaces. Whether Ye Lin went to work at the pastry factory or Pan Zhiyuan went to the railway bureau, they had to take the subway for seven stops. This fare could not be saved. The monthly ticket cost one yuan per person, which was twelve yuan a month.
Every month, even if I do nothing, I have to spend 17 yuan on fixed expenses. In addition, there are food and clothing expenses for a family of three. Occasionally, when relatives and friends get married or have children, I have to spend one or two yuan as gifts.
So even if Ye Lin was very frugal, she would still have little money left at the end of the month.
Trapped in a vortex of financial hardship, Ye Lin did not regret marrying Pan Zhiyuan, but when she recalled her original situation, she really could not find a better way out than marrying Pan Zhiyuan.
The temporary female worker in the pastry factory, the blind dates introduced to her by her colleagues and leaders are all from the suburbs. Few of them have formal jobs, and some are even hard laborers working in the production team. One work point is only eight cents, and working ten work points a day only earns eighty cents. If she follows such a man, her life will be hopeless.
Not as good as Pan Zhiyuan.
At least his parents are both working. He has a formal job at the Railway Bureau and will go into business and make a fortune in the future.
As long as she can endure, as long as she can hold on.
One day, she will still be a rich lady that everyone envies.
Ye Lin harbored a secret hope in her heart, so she gritted her teeth and swallowed the grievances, enduring day by day until now.
She composed herself and walked all the way to the staff building where the Pan family lived. She went up to the third floor and knocked on the door of her mother-in-law's house. It was Pan Zhiyuan who opened the door with a half-eaten apple in his hand.
Ye Lin was a little surprised: "It's already past two o'clock, Zhiyuan, why haven't you gone to work yet?"
Pan Zhiyuan replied: "I've asked for leave. My mother asked me to accompany her to my sister's house later."
"Sister, are you feeling unwell again?" Ye Lin's tone was a little subtle.
Pan Zhiyuan didn't understand, nodded, and said, "He said he's been having chest tightness and shortness of breath for the past two days."
Ye Lin said "Oh" without commenting, bent down to change into slippers and went into the house.
Passing through the partition of the entrance hall, Ye Lin saw her mother-in-law holding her son Pan Xiang in her arms, and the two of them were reading a picture book together.
Ye Lin called out "Xiang Xiang," and Pan Xiang immediately put down the picture book in his hand, broke free from his grandmother's arms, threw himself into Ye Lin's arms, and happily called out, "Mom."
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