"Teacher Song, it's done."
One of the passages Song Yinsheng asked her to translate was nearly a thousand words long, and Yan Qiao took 40 minutes to complete.
This time is considered short.
He didn't have much hope, but when he looked down, his expression became even more serious.
"You really didn't go to college?"
"No."
Yan Qiao had excellent grades, and getting into university should have been no problem for her.
But the day before she took the college entrance exam, she went to visit her grandmother at a nursing home and was accidentally locked in the basement by a caregiver. She was not rescued until the next day.
She only had time to catch up with the combined science exam.
The Yan family members reacted with surprising uniformity, remaining indifferent.
I don't think it would make any difference whether Yan Qiao went to university or not.
Looking back now, Yan Qiao finds it all rather strange.
It was Old Madam Yuan who asked her to go to the basement to get something. She was locked in the basement. Did no one else know, not even the old lady?
She said she urgently needed that thing, and she didn't return for a long time, yet Old Madam Yuan didn't suspect a thing.
Yan Qiao shook her head slightly, keeping these things to herself.
At this time, Song Yinsheng had already finished reviewing her manuscript.
“You certainly deserve such high praise from Professor Zan. I’ll give you the highest rate of 480 yuan per thousand words.”
Then, he took out a thick stack of documents.
"There's a deadline, and the first few are urgent, so you can translate them first. We can add each other on WeChat, and you can format them and send me the electronic version later. No need to print, we'll pay per copy. Does that sound feasible?"
Yan Qiao nodded; this price was already much higher than she had expected.
After adding Song Yinsheng on WeChat, Yan Qiao left with her belongings.
The door closed, and Song Yinsheng remained silent for a moment, as that strange feeling he had for Yan Qiao welled up in his heart again.
"Her translation skills are comparable to professionals, how could she not have gone to university?"
Professor Zan pondered for a moment and said, "I heard from her former teacher that she missed the exam."
"How could you miss such an important exam?"
Song Yinsheng felt a pang of regret.
Professor Zan, unaware of the details, vaguely mentioned, "He might not be in good health."
Song Yinsheng didn't understand what he was thinking either; he just felt a bit down.
Back home, Yan Shu tended to the flowers and plants on the balcony.
He walked over with a smile, "Guess who I met today?"
"Who?" Yan Shu turned around.
"Yan Qiao, the child Professor Zan introduced to me is Yan Qiao."
Yan Shu asked in surprise, "She has this ability too."
Judging from Song Yinsheng's expression, he must be very satisfied with her.
"That's right, his level is higher than many students from Yanwai, it's a pity he didn't go to university."
As Yan Shu fiddled with the soil, she casually remarked, "That can't be right. It's not like Yan Yaohui can't afford to send her to school."
Song Yinsheng thought so too, “Yan Yaohui and Chen Lan probably don’t treat this child very well. I think she doesn’t look like Chen Lan, but she looks more like you.”
Chen Lan's appearance was rather plain, while Yan Shu was a famous beauty in the compound when she was young.
Yan Shu retorted, "How could his daughter resemble me?"
"You're her aunt, after all..."
"No way, I don't acknowledge Yan Yaohui as my brother, let's just forget about it."
Knowing she didn't want to hear it, Song Yinsheng didn't continue.
Then, Yan Shu said, "I'm planning to transfer the ownership of that building in Courtyard No. 5 to Yao Yao. What do you think?"
Song Yinsheng was taken aback. "Why so suddenly?"
"After thinking it over, I realized that Yao Yao's current state is inextricably linked to us. Perhaps if her family had been better off, she wouldn't have been so eager to achieve success and jump over social classes."
Perhaps if we told her that her family's actual financial situation wasn't bad, she wouldn't be so fixated on marrying into a wealthy family.
Song Yinsheng disagreed, saying, "Yan Shu, we as parents certainly have a responsibility, but Yao Yao's situation is definitely not just a matter of economic conditions."
He provided Yan Yaoyao with a decent living environment.
She can't compare to the wealthy, but compared to her peers in the same social class, Yan Yaoyao is already quite good.
He even promised that studying abroad would not be a problem for her, as long as she was willing.
Which poor family can afford to spend hundreds of thousands of yuan to send their child to study abroad?
"It was our oversight; otherwise, we wouldn't have failed to notice how warped her personality had become. But if you want to give her this house, then so be it."
Anyway, these are all things I'll be giving to my child in the future.
...
Yan Qiao was busy translating manuscripts at home. She worked hard for several days and finished off the few copies that Song Yinsheng needed urgently.
With just a few manuscripts, I earned over five thousand yuan.
Although it was a bit mentally taxing, Yan Qiao felt a great sense of accomplishment.
Just as I was about to invite Ruan Cha out for a big meal, she sent me a message first, as if by telepathy.
Ruan Cha: [How about we get together tomorrow?]
Yan Qiao: [Is today not an option?]
Ruan Cha asked her if she had even forgotten her own birthday, and Yan Qiao then remembered that tomorrow was the 25th.
After discussing it, the group decided to go to a hot pot restaurant invested in by Xiluo. It cost over 1,000 yuan per person, which was a bit expensive, but with a discount, their wallets should be able to handle it.
Seeing her stingy appearance, Xi Luo patted her on the head.
"This is my turf, and it's your birthday celebration, so of course I can't let you treat me."
Ruan Cha and Zang Mingqi each brought out gifts they had chosen, costing a few thousand yuan, which wasn't too expensive and was within Yan Qiao's budget.
Xi Luo said, "I didn't bring a gift, so I ordered a cake for you. Blow out the candles and make a wish. You're a year older now."
Yan Qiao watched him light the candles and suddenly felt her eyes sting from the light.
"This is the first time I've ever blown out candles."
Shiloh was taken aback. "Don't tell me you've never eaten cake before."
Yan Qiao chuckled, "Of course not, I buy myself a small cake every year for my birthday."
We can only buy small cakes, because she can't finish them if we buy too many.
Having experienced different lives while working for the Time and Space Bureau, she always firmly believed that this day was her birthday.
I still keep a childhood habit of hiding away to eat a small cake.
Xi Luo asked instinctively, "Your parents won't let you live with them?"
He wanted to slap himself as soon as he said those words.
Ruan Cha patted Yan Qiao's head. "Her parents are terrible. They even kicked her out of the house because of the broken engagement. I've never seen such heartless parents in my life."
It's as if Yan Qiao was just a tool, and once she's no longer of any use, she's kicked aside.
Shiloh waved his hand. "Don't mention those unhappy things. Blow out the candles and make a wish! After today, everything will be alright."
Yan Qiao closed her eyes and made a wish, listening to the three of them sing "Happy Birthday" to her, as if she had returned to her childhood.
As a child, Yan Qiao always envied the children on TV who wore crowns and had their families singing and giving them gifts; they were the stars of the day.
She had dreamed countless times that Chen Lan and Yan Yaohui could celebrate her birthday with her.
But a dream is just a dream; it will never come true.
What should I wish for when it's my first time making a wish?
Let's wish everyone peace and safety.
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