CHAPTER 461: CHAPTER 461: TANG YANQI IS DEAD, I AM SU ANLE (PART 1)

Time quietly passes in this tranquility, moving from cold winter to glorious summer.

Three years later, Paris, France

A slender woman, wearing high heels and holding a Starbucks cup, walks into the office.

"Sister Su, these are the translation materials for the meeting later."

"Okay, thank you."

"Sister Su, the minister is calling you."

"Got it, thank you."

Su Anle pushes the door to the minister’s office. Inside sits a man who appears to be in his thirties. Seeing her enter, the man extends his hand: "Little Su, have a seat."

"Minister, you called me."

"Little Su, take a look at this first."

The man hands a document to Su Anle, then continues: "Little Su, you’ve been with our translation institute for a year, right? As a newcomer, your performance has been the best. They made an exception to promote you early because they value your abilities. For this overseas assignment, we hope you can lead the team."

Su Anle closes the document before her, her gaze calm: "Thank you for your praise, Minister. But as far as I know, such assignments require at least two years of work experience, and I have only one year including my internship. Isn’t that... inappropriate?"

The man lets out a heavy sigh: "Theoretically, yes. But I have no choice. Right now, everyone in the institute who can do simultaneous translation is busy, although consecutive translation would suffice for this task. Having someone who can do simultaneous translation is always better, and that’s what they want above. Your experience in this field plus your abilities are recognized, so it’s only you we can entrust this to. Little Su, consider it a training opportunity."

Su Anle doesn’t say anything else, holding the document in her hand. Such an opportunity is a great deal for everyone in the translation institute. From a work perspective, it could enhance one’s skills and experience, and this overseas assignment pays quite well. Although it’s stressful, the rewards are certainly greater.

Yet, Su Anle is still hesitant.

"Little Su, do you have any concerns? If you do, feel free to share them. We’ll see if we can resolve them."

Su Anle presses her lips together, looking at the assignment location—B City.

She does have concerns, but how could she express them to others?

After a few seconds of silence, Su Anle looks up: "Minister, I’ll go. I’ll work hard and not fail my mission."

"That’s good, that’s good. You don’t need to feel too pressured. We’ll still send someone to assist you, and there are people in B City as well. I believe in your abilities. Keep it up."

"Thank you, Minister."

The streets of Paris are filled with the lazy charm of Europe. After work, Su Anle goes to a corner bakery to pick up the cake she ordered, then drives to the mall to buy an art set and paintbrushes before returning home.

"Mama, mama hug..."

Just as she pushes the door open, a soft bundle rushes towards her. Su Anle quickly raises what’s in her hands: "Xiao Yi, let go of mama, or your cake will be gone."

The little girl in her arms lifts her head, her dark eyes swirling around. Upon seeing the cake in Su Anle’s hands, she immediately grins: "Cake... cake..."

Su Anle places the cake on the entryway, turns around, and walks into the living room, where a man is seated on the sofa. She freezes: "Why are you here today?"

The man on the sofa folds the newspaper in his hands. His Asian features are somewhat more defined than most, exuding a mature and stable aura.