After the meal was finished, the old lady went for a stroll in the garden to walk off her dinner. Seizing the opportunity, Xu Cheng went to the kitchen where Huang Ying was doing the dishes. The old lady wouldn’t let Huang Ying use warm water to wash the dishes and insisted that she use cold water instead.
Though the weather had started to warm up, her fingers were pale and her knuckles ached from the constant exposure to the cold water. And there were still stacks of dirty dishes beside her.
“Mom, I’ll help you wash those,” Xu Cheng offered, walking over to Huang Ying.
Huang Ying shook her head. “I would be in trouble if your grandmother saw this.” Then, Huang Ying sneered and said, “It’s just a few dishes. It’s no big deal.”
“Grandma is still in a fit of anger. I’ll try to talk to her after a while,” Xu Cheng said.
“Doesn’t matter. That old crone isn’t young anymore. How many years could she still have ahead of her? When she’s dead, everything in her name will be yours. And I’ll be free then,” Huang Ying said calmly, but there was a vicious glint in her eyes. “Chengcheng, my future depends on you. You must work hard and make something of yourself. Then I will be able to live in ease and comfort with you, and I won’t have to rely on others for my living.”
Xu Cheng nodded slightly, but she still had no idea how she could make something of herself.
Was becoming an ace scriptwriter making something of herself? Xu Cheng rejected that thought immediately. She might once have been satisfied with becoming a top scriptwriter, but seeing Ling Tianya and Eric’s boss had changed her mind.
Xu Cheng had always been told that businessmen were all worldly and stank of money, but in recent years, she had begun to see things in a very different light. All the important people who lived well and freely had started as businessmen of one sort or another.
It was a consumption-oriented society nowadays. How many history professors could be as famous as Ruan Zeyan?
It was hard enough for a man to take full control of his life, let alone a woman.
So, what did it mean to make something of oneself? A person had to be strong and powerful enough to control their own fate and that of others.
Just like Ling Tianya and Eric’s boss.
Xu Cheng’s heart raced when she thought of Eric. He had her number. She wondered if he would call her tonight.
Xu Cheng was caught in that same thought all night, and she once again forgot to finish preparing her resume and graduation certificate.
It was already ten, so it was time for Xu Cheng to go to bed. She held her phone in her hands, and her heart was almost desperate. Why hadn’t Eric contacted her?
Just when she was about to turn off her phone and go to bed, the phone rang. It was Eric!
Xu Cheng almost dropped her phone in her excitement. She calmed herself down, cleared her throat, and then answered the phone.
“Sorry to call you at such a late hour. Are you going to sleep now?” Eric’s beautiful voice came from the other end of the phone, and Xu Cheng’s heart began to race.
“No. I’m not going to bed. I’m just working on a script.”
“Am I bothering you?”
“Not at all!” Xu Cheng replied immediately, then she realized she had lost her calm. She was making herself too easy to read.
From the other end of the phone came Eric’s low, sexy chuckle. “Miss Xu, you are adorable.”
At that very moment, Xu Cheng knew she was in love.
After that night, Xu Cheng and Eric kept in touch. Eric would even ask Xu Cheng out for dinner and coffee sometimes.
