Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

"Yingzi, are you alright?"

On the way back, Lin Ting asked softly.

Zheng Miaoying's eyes were mostly no longer swollen. She gripped her backpack straps with both hands and said softly, "I thought I would be quite sad, or that I would be unable to resist going to him, but... when he came to talk to Su Yu just now, I felt it was quite pointless."

Lin Ting: "...!"

Zheng Miaoying sniffed and looked down at the ground: "I can clearly earn money myself, but he made me feel worthless... My mother also runs a street stall. If he looks down on me, isn't that because he looks down on my mother..."

“I really like him and I haven’t completely forgotten him yet, but I can’t abandon my mother… You might not believe it, but to this day, he has never asked me how my mother is doing.”

"Honestly, it's pretty boring."

Listening to her words, Lin finally believed that she really wanted to sever all ties with Chen Jun.

Yingzi wasn't heartbroken because Chen Jun repeatedly sought out Su Yu; that was merely a trigger, not the primary factor.

Zheng Miaoying and her mother depend on each other for survival; her mother is her bottom line.

For the past two months, Chen Jun has been relentlessly pushing Zheng Miaoying's boundaries.

Even Bodhisattvas must break the precept against killing.

Lin Ting breathed a sigh of relief and patted Yingzi's shoulder: "You've already broken up, so don't think about him anymore. I'm planning to go to the building materials market this afternoon, do you want to come with me?"

Zheng Miaoying also wanted to distract herself with something else, so she nodded and said, "I'll go with you and help you move your things."

"Listen to me, we can hire a laborer for ten dollars and get this done. We don't need to do it ourselves."

"Then I'll watch your things for you." Zheng Miaoying found herself another job.

"it is good!"

They went back to their dormitory to put their books away. Lin Ting carried her backpack, which she used to carry valuables, and went to the school gate with Zheng Miaoying.

Jiang Zong was already waiting in front of the school.

He was also carrying a heavy backpack today. A flicker of nervousness crossed his eyes when he saw that Lin Ting had someone else with her.

Lin Ting pulled Zheng Miaoying over and introduced her: "Jiang Zong, this is my friend, Zheng Miaoying."

Jiang Zong: "Hello."

Zheng Miaoying probably didn't expect that the usually taciturn Jiang Zong would greet her so formally. She unconsciously straightened up a bit and returned the greeting with the same solemnity: "Hello."

Lin Ting: "...?"

What's going on with this overly official atmosphere?

Are they already acting like adults before they've even left school?

Too lazy to complain or wait for them to exchange pleasantries, she took them directly to the small shop she had just rented yesterday.

The shop door wasn't locked, and Lin Ting's eyes lit up as she pushed it open.

The windows were spotless, not a speck of dust could be seen, and even the few bits of dirt on the walls had been sanded away.

Feng Yue ran down from the second floor and smiled when she saw them: "Boss, you're here."

She rubbed the hem of her clothes and said, "Boss, please check it. If you're not satisfied with anything, I'll fix it."

Lin Ting didn't stand on ceremony and went upstairs to take another look, but even with the intention of finding fault where there was none, he couldn't find a single problem.

She came downstairs and took out ten yuan: "Here, this is your wages."

Feng Yue looked at the money, pursed her lips, and shook her head: "No, no, actually I cleaned it last night. There's not much to wipe here, it'll dry quickly. I... I can't accept it."

If she hadn't had to wait for Lin Ting to come back and get the keys today, she would have gone to the labor market to find work early this morning.

She wasn't really dissatisfied, after all, Lin Ting had provided her with accommodation yesterday.

Lin Ting looked at her and laughed: "You're too honest. Couldn't you have worked a few more days?"

They returned around 4 a.m. yesterday. Given how dirty this place is, Feng Yue probably worked until the middle of the night.

As Lin Ting pondered this, she subconsciously turned back and glanced at the window again.

The glass was spotless, without a trace of water.

With such heavy rain last night, it's impossible that it didn't leave any traces; she must have wiped it again this morning.

Feng Yue didn't mention cleaning the windows this morning, her smile a little naive: "You can't lose your conscience just to make money."

Lin Ting laughed even more happily.

It was worth it for her to spend so much time looking at her yesterday before choosing her; she really didn't disappoint.

She suddenly asked, "Are you still going to look for a job?"

Feng Yue nodded: "Yes, that's what I'm looking for."

"Don't bother looking anymore, work for me," Lin Ting offered. "But it's not as a nanny, it's to sell goods."

Feng Yue was taken aback, then shook her head repeatedly: "I...I don't know how..."

“I’ll teach you,” Lin said. “The monthly salary is 150 yuan, plus a 1% commission. You’ll also have to sell goods, do daily cleaning, and restock.”

Feng Yue swallowed hard.

I really want to get that 150 yuan salary.

She's not afraid of hard work; as long as she can earn money, she'll do anything, no matter how tiring it is.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to learn it..." Feng Yue's voice was very low, and her head drooped down.

Lin Ting patted her on the shoulder: "No one is born knowing how to do everything. If you don't know how, just learn. It depends on whether you want to do it or not."

"Of course, if you don't want to do it, the ten yuan is still yours, because the window looks quite clean, so you must have cleaned it today."

Feng Yue glanced at the ten yuan, then at Lin Ting.

She thought for a while, took a deep breath, and then said, "I'll work for you!"

She had no better options.

Before meeting Lin Ting, she had been holding up a sign at the labor market for a week, but no one had approached her. The ten yuan she had brought with her had been spent yesterday, and if she hadn't happened to meet Lin Ting, she wouldn't know what to do.

She heard from the people who came to her looking for a nanny that she was too young to do chores as well as the older ones... She wanted to explain, but every time she had just thought of an explanation, they had already left.

She feared that if she went back, she would suffer the same fate.

She didn't know how to sell the goods, but she had no other choice; she had to learn.

"Row."

Lin Ting readily agreed, pointing to the counter and some scattered shelves in the shop, saying, "Find a scrap collector this afternoon and sell all these things. I'm going to renovate this shop, so I don't need these things."

“Okay, I’ll go right away!” Feng Yue nodded repeatedly.

"Keep the bed upstairs for now, you can continue to stay," Lin said, "and keep an eye on things while you're at it."

Feng Yue's face lit up with ecstasy.

She had previously rented a bed near the labor market, where more than a dozen people were crammed into one room. It cost 50 cents a day, and there was a long queue for washing up and extra money for cooking.

She could go back to live there, but it's too far, and... she doesn't have enough money to stay until she gets paid.

Having solved both her job and accommodation problems today, Feng Yue couldn't help but smile.

Lin told her what items she wanted to sell and asked if she had eaten.

Feng Yue has eaten. Yesterday she bought a one-yuan steamed bun, ate one last night, and ate another at noon.

Lin Ting didn't say anything more, found the almost invisible socially awkward boy and melancholy girl, and left together.

Lin Ting: "Can you two say something? You're so quiet, I keep suspecting you've fallen into a ditch."