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Zhao Lin’s eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open. No wonder he felt that Miss Ling had an extraordinary temperament the moment they met; he pondered over what flattering words to say.
The car suddenly stopped, and the driver’s voice came from the front: “Boss, there’s a narrow alley ahead. Our car is too big to get in. What should we do?”
Zhao Lin was at a loss for words: “…What else can we do? Just let it be!”
Ling Yue chuckled and waved her hand to press the car door: “No need, no need!”
“This is an old community, and there are a lot of narrower roads inside. It’s not that troublesome; I can walk a few steps to get home.”
After she finished speaking, she pushed the door open and walked out, meeting Zhao Lin’s eager gaze. She politely said: “I’m not sure if this will be successful, but if I have any news, I will contact you.”
Zhao Lin was overjoyed, but to avoid putting too much pressure on Ling Yue, he suppressed his expression and repeatedly said: “I believe you! I believe you! I believe you!”
If you ask whether he was anxious inside, he definitely was. What clues could a young girl find? The result might just be a wild goose chase. But for Zhao Lin at this moment, he had exhausted all his options, treating a dead horse as a live one. Perhaps, perhaps he could encounter a miracle?”
He didn’t even realize it himself, the hope and anticipation in his eyes shining like a 500-watt light bulb.
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Ling Yue walked home, passing by the old houses scattered around like a spider web, their quality and size varying greatly. Her home was in one of the closely-knit old neighborhoods, which, in terms of construction age, was actually the youngest, with the condition of the neighborhood being quite good.
In the flower bed, the pink roses were in full bloom. In the pavilion, the old men were gathered together playing chess. When Ling Yue walked by with her bag, Mr. Jin, who was watching the game, exclaimed in surprise, “Oh Little Yue, is that you off work? Why are you so early today?”
Ling Yue smiled lightly, “I quit my job.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the noisy chess area fell silent for a moment. The old men looked at Ling Yue in shock—she just quit without a word?
Some wanted to persuade her again, after all, they had watched her grow up.
Moreover, in recent years, college graduates had become less valuable, and jobs were harder to find.
Little did they know, Ling Yue showed no signs of despair. Her smile deepened, and two dimples blossomed on her cheeks as she politely declined their good intentions, looking even happier.
She walked into the apartment building, where a cluster of lush green ivy climbed up the mottled and peeling exterior wall, extending upwards like a waterfall of green jade, resembling a vivid and dynamic painting.
Ling Yue climbed the stairs with her head down, deliberately appearing aloof and socially anxious. As for why she did this—
After climbing a few steps, the aunt in the floral shirt pouted and waved her fan, calling out to her, “Hey, is our college student back? Did you have a good day at work? That luxury car outside is blocking the door!”
With that shout, Ling Yue rolled her eyes, instantly understanding her meaning.
Coupled with malicious descriptions like ‘middle-aged man,’ ‘luxury car escort,’ and ‘could be her father,’ it was all insinuating that she was being kept!
Upon hearing the gossip, many people in the corridor quietly poked their heads out, while others chose to step forward, looking at Aunt Wang with disdain. They had been neighbours for many years and knew each other’s temperaments well; it was clear that she was bullying the young girl who seemed vulnerable.
Unexpectedly, Ling Yue looked at Aunt Wang as if waking from a dream, “Did the ground quake just now?”
“What did you say, Auntie? I don’t understand. As for introducing a blind date, your son is over thirty, divorced with two kids in their teens. I really don’t think I would be fit as a stepmother.”
To say that the neighbors in the neighborhood were generally decent people would be true, but in a big forest, there are all kinds of birds. Ling Yue had been busy with her family’s funeral arrangements and somehow got entangled with Aunt Wang.
At first, she could maintain a facade, pretending to help her while actually hinting that a woman should always find someone to rely on. As an orphan without parents, she would be bullied until there was nothing left of her.
Before Ling Yue could speak, Aunt Wang brought up her precious son.
To describe him with a phrase from the internet: he was clearly so ordinary, yet so confident.
Aunt Wang had only one son, whom she spoiled excessively. In her eyes, her son was naturally perfect in every way. If it weren’t for her son insisting on marrying Ling Yue, she wouldn’t bother saying another word!
Now that her precious son was being slandered, her face turned from green to red, then to purple, wishing she could tear apart the mouth of the little brat in front of her: “You’re talking nonsense! My son is a civil servant! A civil servant in the capital! So what if he’s older? Older means he knows how to care for people; so many people are eyeing him, why would I even look at you!”
Ling Yue clapped her hands: “Well said! Your caring old baby has plenty of people wanting him, so don’t bully me, a little girl. Our homes are separated by two buildings; you’re standing in the corridor, clearly not waiting for me, right?”
“Pfft—”
Someone chuckled, and the sound seemed contagious. Aunt Wang, who had been causing a commotion her whole life, was left speechless and embarrassed!
She immediately started cursing, dragging the entire building into her tirade.
The others were instantly displeased—who was she cursing? Was it right to bully a little girl?
They all chimed in to retort, and Aunt Wang, outnumbered, scurried away like a rat. Before leaving, she shot a venomous glare at Ling Yue.
Ling Yue smiled coldly and closed the door.
It was a simple two-bedroom apartment, about a hundred square meters. Although the furnishings were old, they were clean and tidy. With only one occupant, it felt a bit cold.
Ling Yue immediately went to the kitchen, took out a rarely used small bowl, and walked to the balcony to look outside.
“Ya Ya.”
A few crows circling in the sky suddenly paused, flapping their wings as they landed on the balcony, tilting their heads as if casually, their small, yellow bean-sized eyes peering inside.
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