Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Yeah, I work well with my hands.” Her mood was uplifted. “Can you refer me?”
“Of course!”
“Oh, right. Are you working on the afternoon shift today?”
“I’m on night shifts this week and will only start work at seven in the evening. I’ll help you enquire about the job later in the afternoon, then tell you more about it.”
“Sure.”
Later in the afternoon, Chu He came home appearing all elated. “Qingxue, I asked about the job. The workshop isn’t far from here, just several hundred meters away by foot, but I was wrong about the pay. You’ll only get ten yuan for making one lantern. Are you still keen on taking up the job?”
“Yes! Ten yuan a lantern is already a generous pay.”
“Don’t overexert yourself, though. You’re pregnant, after all. Is your morning sickness serious?”
“A little; I guess.”
The policewoman continued. “Don’t push yourself if you’re feeling really unwell. I’ll help you contact the workshop later, and you can start work tomorrow. They happen to be short on manpower right now.”
“Mm, sure!”
Meng Qingxue, thus, decided to settle down in that village.
Every morning, at 8:30 AM sharp, she would arrive at the workshop to report for work. Unlike the workplace politics in metropolitan cities, the working environment at the workshop was relatively calm and peaceful. The villagers, too, were honest and friendly beings, who took extra care of an outlander.
She picked up the skill of lantern-making fairly quickly. At first, it took her about two hours to complete one lantern, but after knowing the trick and familiarizing herself with the work, she could easily make five lanterns before it was even noon.
At 7 PM, she would return home for dinner.
…
“Have you not found her whereabouts yet?!”
In the office, Mu Yancheng narrowed his eyes in displeasure at the row of suited men standing before his desk.
On his desk was a thick stack of documents—a compilation of every single bit of information regarding Meng Qingxue from her family background right down to her DNA.
Alas, despite his best efforts, he could not find a trace of her even after exhausting countless manpower to do a carpet search of her in the past two weeks.
How cruel that woman is!
To think she left without leaving behind any clues on where she would go. It’s as if she’s completely vanished from the face of Earth!
Oh, how he hated her so!
The amount of love he had for her equated to the amount of hatred he harbored for her at this point!
Why did she want to leave?
Leaving quietly after sending me that sort of message, it’s as if I chased her away!
Why did she act on her accord?
Who gave her permission to do that?!
The more he dwelled on these questions, the angrier he became. Looking absolutely livid, he picked up the stack of documents on his desk and flung them onto the ground.
“Please simmer down, Chairman Mu! We’ve already deployed all our men, who’re now trying their best to search for her, but it’s a little tricky to look for someone in so many cities! Still, if we continue our search, we’re bound to track her down eventually. Don’t worry; we’ll surely find her.”
The reason he was addressed as ‘Chairman Mu’ was that news of him assuming the CEO position of Disheng Financial Group had been publicly announced.
Thus, when he stepped into the company today, all the Mu Group’s employees started addressing him as such.
His succession ceremony would be held on a grand scale a week later.
There was a knock at the door right at that moment.
“Come in!”
A woman, who seemed to be a secretary, entered the office and smilingly reported, “Miss Song is looking for you, sir; we’ve arranged for her to wait for you in the meeting room!”
“Miss Song? Which Miss Song?”
