CHAPTER 482: 482 SET THE DATE

"Is she really quite beautiful? How old is she?"

"How old? I really don’t know that. She should be quite young. She started working at the club after I went to college. I never asked her specific age."

"Haha, Mr. Qian, Old Niu eating tender grass, huh? Mr. Qian’s already thirty-two, right?" Pan Xiulan chuckled softly.

The four female colleagues all laughed, each thinking, so Mr. Qian prefers young ones.

As the four were enjoying themselves, Kong Mengjie approached with her lunch box.

"Xinyu, I’ll come to the office to discuss something with you later."

"Alright, you come over. I’ll head back after lunch."

I wonder what this leading lady is up to? Now Jiang Xinyu doesn’t pay much attention to Kong Mengjie anymore, and they don’t have much connection with the original story. However, there’s always the worry that they might reconnect in the future.

"Xinyu, are you quite familiar with her?" Qiao Jingyi asked curiously. This beauty of the textile factory is often talked about behind the scenes.

"We come from the same village."

"Oh, I see."

The four finished their meal, cleaned their lunch boxes, and went back to rest.

"Xinyu, there’s a rumor that Kong Mengjie’s son resembles Zhao Zhongshuo. They say the two look very much alike."

"Let them talk. It shouldn’t be a big deal for Kong Mengjie. Her second brother is the director of the Revolutionary Committee. If anyone tries to outdo her, it certainly won’t be here at the textile factory. Once she’s gone to the Revolutionary Committee, would anything really happen to her?"

"Really? Is that so?"

"Qingqing, when are you planning to have a second child?"

"I’m not sure yet. Why do you ask?"

"Xiulan’s mother-in-law is anxious. Don’t wait until your mother-in-law brings it up."

"With work being so hectic, where’s the time to have a kid?"

"Qingqing, I might drag you into things. I’m planning to resign and go seek out the children, but Qian Jun said that higher-ups might not agree. I just worry that if I suddenly leave, you might get stuck in the middle."

"Why did you send the kids away in the first place?"

Jiang Xinyu smiled helplessly. Had it not been a last resort, how could she have let her children go?

"Alright, I’ll plan on having a child. Even if I can’t be a secretary in the future, my job won’t be too bad. Don’t worry."

"You seem to have thought this through."

"What else can I do? Take advantage of this chance to have a child while things are good. I’m just worried I’ll have another daughter."

"Deciding whether to have a boy or girl isn’t something we women can choose, right?"

"We know that, but the elderly don’t, huh? My mother-in-law once mentioned her preference for boys."

"That’s really hard to handle. This whole boy or girl thing isn’t something we can control."

Song Qingqing was also worried, but even when stressed, there wasn’t much that could be done. What comes, comes.

The two continued chatting in the office, and after a while, Kong Mengjie arrived, prompting Song Qingqing to go find Pan Xiulan.

"Sit down, what’s up?"

"Xinyu, have you heard the rumors?"

"What? No one’s been gossiping with me, what’s up?"

"They’re all saying Jianfeng looks like Zhao Zhongshuo. It’s affecting my life."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"I know you’re clever. See if you can come up with something."

Jiang Xinyu shook her head with a smile, "I really can’t do anything. The more you try to stop this sort of thing, the more it spreads. You can’t really just ban it; that would backfire."

"But I’m really, really mad."

What does your anger have to do with me? Jiang Xinyu simply smiled without responding.

"Xinyu, do you think I should spread that my second brother is the director of the Revolutionary Committee? Will that work?"

"You can try. It does carry some intimidation."

"Okay, got it."

Jiang Xinyu understood why Kong Mengjie came to her, just to let her know. But what does this have to do with herself?

In the evening, upon returning from work, she noticed a mark on the doorstep. It’s a signal; there’s news about Kong Demin.

Instead of heading home, she biked to Wei Kaiyun’s house; they also had keys to the place.

Jiang Xinyu opened the door and inside the room, she saw several sheets of paper on the table, quickly collected them, and biked back home.

Once home, she didn’t feel like cooking, just took a shower, and ate a bowl of seafood porridge before lying down to read the information they passed on.

As she looked, Jiang Xinyu thought about the situation of Kong Demin coming to her yesterday.

The more she thought, the more disgusting it felt. Karma is inevitable. Serves him right, though this is far from enough.

However, Wei Kaiyun is about to come over; it’s time to hear his thoughts. After all, he understands the convoluted relationships above quite well. She’d better not end up in the firing line herself.

After putting away these documents, she turned on the radio. Nowadays, she had to listen to the news daily to catch up with what’s happening outside.

Once she got sleepy, she turned it off and went to sleep.

Next morning, while listening to the news, she was washing up and having breakfast.

She heard a knock on the door, feeling puzzled—why would anyone visit?

"Who’s there?"

"It’s your Brother Ding."

"Brother Ding, why so early?"

"Afraid you’d go to work, I came by to give you garlic and chili. Also, there are a few watermelons. Keep them for yourself to savor, they’re going out of season."

"Thanks, Brother Ding."

"Why the formality with your brother? By the way, I’m heading to the coast on August 13th, are you joining?"

Jiang Xinyu shook her head, "I won’t go. The kids are gone, it’s just me. I don’t want to cook either."

"Alright then, if I see something nice, I’ll bring it back for you."

"Don’t bring too much; I’m not in the mood to cook."

"You, truly, can’t handle you. Alright, I’m off to work."

After bidding farewell to Ding Shihong, Jiang Xinyu drank a bag of milk, thinking about how she hadn’t received Old Yang’s call yesterday. He was sure to call today.

Excitedly arriving at work, she tidied up her office, but still didn’t receive the call.

No choice, she went to the morning meeting, barely paying attention.

"Vice Factory Director Jiang, shall we depart?"

"Mr. Qian, let me make a quick call first."

"Sure, I’ll wait for you, there’s no rush."

Jiang Xinyu rushed back to her office and dialed Old Yang’s number.

"Xiao Jiang, I knew it was you. I just got back and personally escorted the kids over there. Just rest assured; they’re well settled.

I initially wanted Feifei to stay and accompany me, but that girl wouldn’t agree no matter what.

I hired someone for their meals and got turned down. Those little ones claimed they could manage. Nonetheless, I’ve still arranged something."

"Thank you, Master Yang. I can finally rest easy. No need to look after them any further, just find a way to send over a milk goat—they’re still young and need milk."

"No need, I’ll send them milk powder monthly. You needn’t worry about that."

"Thank you so much."

"Why the thanks? Right, I’ve also arranged for the three older kids, although they’re not with the little ones."