The next morning, around 10 a.m., Wen Ruan woke up grumbling. Her throat was so dry and itchy that she immediately got up and gulped down two glasses of warm water before feeling any relief.
Last night, Song Yan suddenly had a fit of madness, making her call him "brother" all night long. Even now, recalling that scene, Wen Ruan couldn't help but blush. She secretly resolved that this man was someone she shouldn't mess with, or it would be bad for her back...
Thinking of this, she quickly rubbed her aching back and couldn't help but feel a little envious. Song Yan had gotten up early that morning and even told Wen Ruan before leaving that she must eat breakfast. Afterwards, he went to work with a smug look on his face and full of energy. She didn't know why, even though he was the one who worked hard last night, it seemed like she was the one who did the hard labor in the end...
Thinking that she had important business to attend to today and needed to submit her manuscript, Wen Ruan quickly ate breakfast, tidied herself up, and went to the steel factory gate to wait for Song Yan to come out. It was lunchtime, and people were constantly coming and going at the factory gate.
"Wen Ruan? What are you doing here?" Wen Ruan heard someone calling her name, and it sounded like they were questioning her.
Wen Ruan was somewhat speechless and impatient. She turned around and saw Dong Yan!
Wen Ruan couldn't help but wonder if she had some kind of bad luck with the south gate of this steel plant. Last time, she was in this very spot and got "taught a lesson" by that clerk named Ye Xiaofan. This was the second time she had waited for Song Yan in this spot. Why was Dong Yan showing up again?
"Perhaps the south gate of the steel plant clashes with me; next time, I'll meet at the east gate," Wen Ruan thought to herself.
"Waiting for someone." Seeing Dong Yan standing directly in front of Wen Ruan, seemingly waiting for her answer, Wen Ruan had no choice but to speak.
"Who are you waiting for? Are you waiting for Director Wen? I just saw Director Wen go to the cafeteria to get his food. You can go to the cafeteria to find him." Dong Yan was very out of touch with the news, and she didn't have the habit of reading newspapers. She just spent her days at the factory getting by.
She had previously seen Song Yan and Dong Ya together and assumed that Wen Ruan had eloped with Xing Wei or divorced Song Yan, just like in her previous life. However, she was surprised to see her here again.
"It's alright, you go ahead with your work, I'm waiting for Song Yan." Wen Ruan thought that Dong Yan had made some contributions to dealing with Lin Qi, and although she didn't know what her reasons or purposes were, she was still worthy of respect for her willingness to take risks and stand on the side of "justice." So she replied earnestly.
"Huh? You're waiting for Secretary Song? Aren't you two..." Dong Yan was a little confused, not knowing what was going on, but she didn't dare to ask directly, afraid of offending Wen Ruan. Putting aside his other identities, just the fact that his father was the director of the steel factory was something she didn't dare to offend easily.
When she first transmigrated, she was determined to marry Song Yan, regardless of whether she offended anyone. She simply dreamed of becoming the wife of a high-ranking official. However, she discovered that many things seemed different from her previous life...
Although she had initially hoped to get close to Song Yan and had begged Lin Qi to find a way to get her into the steel factory, she knew that Lin Qi would soon fall from grace and might even be tainted by a bad background. Fortunately, she made the right choice in time, providing the police with some clues...
These things are alright, but I might not have any support in the future, and my mother will be too busy to take care of me. As for my father... his choice seven years ago must have broken his heart. Even if I try to win his favor often in the future, there is no denying that my sister Dong Ya will always be number one in his heart.
As for her sister... Dong Yan dared not think about it; she knew that Dong Ya hated her.
Therefore, her current job at the steel mill is very important to her. Although state-owned factories will face a wave of layoffs in the future, that's many years from now. Right now, the steel mill is still a "hot commodity" in other people's eyes. She can only take advantage of the fact that this job can still create value and hurry up and find someone to marry.
Ideally, this job should be sold before the wave of layoffs hits...
Thinking of this, Dong Yan didn't continue speaking. Instead, she tried to put on a smile and said to Wen Ruan, "Then I reckon Secretary Song will be out soon. I just saw him seem to have been tripped up when I left. I reckon he'll be here soon."
Just as Dong Yan finished speaking, she heard Song Yan walk over quickly, call out "Ruan Ruan," nod to Dong Yan in greeting, and then lead Wen Ruan away...
Dong Yan watched the two figures leave, somewhat puzzled, wondering why such a change had occurred. It seemed that Song Yan and Wen Ruan were still as close as ever.
Seeing the harmonious and intimate atmosphere between the two, I couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy. Why is it different from my past life? Why are some people always so lucky?
After glancing at it, fearing that his jealousy might be noticed by others or that he might do something offensive, he quickly turned his back and walked in the opposite direction...
During her time in this new life, Dong Yan experienced so much and reflected deeply. This life was vastly different from her previous one; many things were different. She had initially thought that her prophetic abilities might allow her to gain some early advantages, but she realized she simply didn't have that kind of intelligence...
We should make the most of the available resources and live well in the present. The goal is to use every means possible to make our lives better and better, and not repeat the mistakes of the past!
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Accompanied by Song Yan, Wen Ruan submitted the manuscript she had painstakingly written over the course of a day to the newspaper's submission box. As she left, Wen Ruan even looked back several times, hoping that the newspaper's editors would see it as soon as possible and accept it.
Wen Ruan prayed silently in her heart...
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