After the female supporting character in the quick transmigration series realized her mistakes

The tricycle took them to the place Cheng's father had mentioned, and then they walked there.

Although it wasn't as noisy as the previous place, there were still a few people walking around.

Cheng's father led the group toward their rented apartment building. As soon as they entered, familiar faces greeted them warmly.

"Haifen, you're back."

Cheng's mother's surname is Zhou, her given name is Fen, and her full name is Zhou Haifen.

Zhou Haifen smiled and nodded gently in response, "I had some things to do this year, so I came back late. Sister Lihua is out buying groceries."

“Yes.” Her gaze fell on the two young people following Zhou Haifen and her husband.

Curious, I asked, "Are these two younger members of your family?"

"That's right, this is my son and daughter-in-law. I came back late this year because I was busy preparing for their wedding."

"Oh my, your son is all married now! Congratulations!"

Zhou Haifen repeatedly expressed her gratitude, saying, "Thank you."

Thinking she couldn't delay their journey home any longer, the woman quickly said, "I won't bother you any longer. My husband is about to get off work, and I need to hurry up and buy groceries."

They lived on the third floor. As they walked, people kept greeting Cheng's parents, and acquaintances cast friendly glances at them and greeted them warmly.

The building is inhabited by migrant workers from other places.

They walked up to room number 305. Zhou Haifen took out a key from her bag, gently inserted it into the lock, and with a "click," the door opened, releasing a strong musty smell.

Zhou Haifen gazed at the room and said softly to Cheng Qingsong, "The room still needs to be cleaned. Please leave your luggage outside the door and come in after the room has been cleaned and ventilated."

Looking at the numerous items inside, Cheng Qingsong felt a bit crowded and didn't want to go in right now. Wen Yi followed closely behind.

It wasn't that she didn't want to help her in-laws, but it was really inconvenient for her to touch their belongings.

By the time everything was settled, night had fallen.

Cheng Qingsong carefully examined the room, which was the same size as the room they lived in at home, except that it had a small balcony.

"This room is too small."

Cheng's father, however, was proud to be able to rent such a house!

“We are lucky to have been able to rent a place like this. For the same price, our room has a balcony, while the other rooms do not.”

Zhou Haifen chimed in, "Our room is also much sunnier than the other rooms, which is already quite good."

"Old Cheng, go to Xinxing Noodle Shop and buy a few bowls of noodles. We'll make do for tonight and cook a proper meal tomorrow."

After Cheng's father left, Zhou Haifen said, "We'll rest here tonight. Tomorrow I'll have your father go to the factory where we work to inquire if there are any dormitories available. If there are, your father and I will stay at the factory, and this place will be left to you."

"You've just entered the workforce, so take a couple of days off before thinking about what kind of job you want to look for."

……

The next day, Wen Yi woke up slowly, only to find that Cheng's father and his wife were no longer in the room.

Only Cheng Qingsong was fast asleep on the ground. When Cheng Qingsong heard the noise, he looked up and glanced at Wen Yi, only to find that there was no one beside her.

He sprang to his feet like a carp leaping out of the water, leaped to Wen Yi's side, and pulled her tightly into his arms before feeling truly satisfied.

Wen Yi patted him lightly and scolded, "Get up quickly, don't get physical. It won't be good if your dad and the others see this when they come back."

"It's okay, they said they went to the factory."

Cheng Qingsong's hand was still caressing Wen Yi's waist as he stubbornly said, "I'll just hug you, I won't do anything else."

If Wen Yi hadn't felt the hardness that was pressing against him, she probably would have believed him.

Wen Yi pushed him away forcefully, got up quickly like a startled rabbit, and ran to the sink to brush her teeth and wash her face, afraid that if she was too slow, her in-laws would come back and find them still lying in bed.

However, by the time they finished washing up, the sun was high in the sky, and their parents-in-law still hadn't returned. Wenyi's stomach was already growling with hunger.

She couldn't help but ask, "When we came here yesterday, it looked like it was quite close to the place where they sell things. Why don't we go out and buy some food ourselves?"

Cheng Qingsong's heart stirred, and he also thought of going outside to take a look. After all, he was young and it was hard to suppress his inner desires. As soon as the thought came to mind, he immediately put it into action. The two locked the door and went out.

The two arrived at the street they had passed yesterday. Perhaps because it was morning, the crowds were not as bustling as they had been the afternoon before.

They went into a steamed bun shop, bought two large steamed buns for one yuan, and then pointed to another shop, where they bought fragrant savory pancakes. Cheng Qingsong quietly took out his money to pay the bill.

As they walked and ate, their eyes wandered around. Wen Yi caught sight of a job posting at the entrance of a restaurant. She was as excited as if she had discovered a new continent, and she pulled Cheng Qingsong to take a look.

Nowadays, when people go out to work, they get incredibly excited at the sight of the word "job openings," as if they've been injected with adrenaline.

"We're not going to work in the restaurant, so let's wait for my parents to come back before making a decision."

Wen Yi didn't think things through. In her eyes, as long as she could make money, she didn't care what she did.

The two strolled around for a while, and seeing that it was almost time, they headed home.

When the two arrived home and saw the door open, they knew it was Mr. and Mrs. Cheng returning. Mrs. Cheng, seeing them, asked with concern, "Have you eaten?"

Wen Yi replied, "We just bought some steamed buns outside and wandered around for a bit. We even saw some job postings along the way."

Upon hearing the word "job opening," Zhou Haifen suddenly recalled the information she had inquired about with a friend earlier that day. She said, "I have a friend who works in a small jewelry factory. If he's diligent, he can earn two or three hundred yuan a month. What do you think? Should we go there?"

"What kind of jewelry is it? Is it easy to make? Can we make it?"

"It seems she makes hair clips; she's in charge of adding rhinestones to the clips."

Wen Yi didn't understand any of this and just let Zhou Haifen arrange things as she pleased.

Cheng Qingsong looked troubled and somewhat resistant, "I'm a grown man, is it inappropriate for me to make women's items?"

Zhou Haifen dismissed this, saying, "How can you not make money off women? Factory owners can make money as long as they produce what women need."

Cheng Qingsong remained silent, then asked his parents, "Where do you work?"

Zhou Haifen replied, "Your father and I went to the old factory. We asked the landlady today, and she said there are empty rooms available for us. We're here now to pack our things. We've already paid a year's rent for this room, so you can stay here without worry."

Thinking about the job her friend mentioned, Zhou Haifen added, "Also, I'll take you to see the factory this afternoon. If it's suitable, we'll do it. It's not easy to get used to at first, but you'll get used to it."

Wen Yi looked at the neatly packed belongings, then asked Cheng Qingsong to help them carry their luggage and take them to the factory. Zhou Haifen then gave them many more instructions.