Tang Yue had been busy until the evening, and only after dinner did she return to her apartment. As soon as she entered the apartment, she saw Jin Yanyan. Jin Yanyan’s appearance also surprised Tang Yue for a moment. Such a beautiful girl, and she was sure to be her assistant?
Looking at her, she seemed like a delicate young lady, didn’t she?
Jin Yanyan gave off the impression of a pampered young lady who had never done any hard work. Did Sister An Yu really send her to be her assistant?
"Sister Tang." Jin Yanyan, who had been refusing to adjust her sleep for the jet lag, was just sitting in front of the sofa, looking at the books Tang Yue had placed there. When she saw Tang Yue return, she excitedly ran up to her, her eyes shining as she looked at Tang Yue, her voice also very sweet.
Sister Tang?
This title was quite fresh.
"You’re called Jin Yanyan, right?" Tang Yue sized up Jin Yanyan, who looked like a little girl who hadn’t grown up.
"Yes, yes, Sister Tang, my name is Jin Yanyan." Jin Yanyan, with a face full of excitement and sparkling eyes, pranced about happily as she introduced herself: "My name is Jin Yanyan, I am eighteen years old, just graduated from high school, didn’t get into university, but don’t worry, Sister Tang, I have been making clothes with my grandfather since I was young, I’ll make sure to handle everything perfectly as your assistant."
Tang Yue smiled and nodded silently, gesturing for Jin Yanyan to sit down. Being admired as if she were an idol, Tang Yue felt quite pleased in her heart. The young girl was beautiful and loved to smile, her dimples appearing when she did, which was especially cute.
"Sister Tang, really, even my grandfather praises how well I work." Jin Yanyan almost patted her chest in guarantee, much like the self-promoting Mrs. Wang.
"Mhm, no rush, you just arrived in the F country, right? Wu Xin said you still haven’t adjusted to the time difference, you should get some sleep soon, only with enough rest can you have the energy to work," Tang Yue spoke softly.
Jin Yanyan, who had been reluctant to sleep just now, was now yawning continuously and obediently went to bed.
Wu Xin had sent Jin Yanyan to a nearby hotel.
Tang Yue called Qin Anyu, and Qin Anyu, touching her belly, said: "Xiao Yue, don’t worry, I wouldn’t harm you, Yanyan is lively and might seem carefree, but she is very capable in her duties and actions, I think she could be of help to you."
"Also, don’t be fooled by her appearance, she looks like a pampered young lady, but actually she can endure hardships."
"I had a good impression of her even before, and since Jin Yanyan really likes you, I sent her to you. Xiao Yue, let her have a probation period, if it doesn’t work out, we can send her back."
Qin Anyu had almost guaranteed with a pat on her chest.
Tang Yue quietly hung up the phone, pinching the space between her eyebrows, hoping she could indeed be of help.
After taking a bath, she held the jewelry designs she had gotten from Kaya, and at the same time, even though she was never shown the new jewelry, she had been given a rough style to consider. She carefully looked at these designs and the collection of photos taken by Kaya’s models over the years.
Unconsciously, it was already midnight. Tang Yue rubbed her sleepy face, put everything from Kaya away, and then took out a bunch of envelopes from the drawer beside her bed, all letters written to her by Meng Siyu.
Unfortunately, since he had become busy, it seemed as if he had disappeared entirely, leaving Tang Yue to rely on these letters and photos to alleviate her longing.
She curled up on the bed, looking at a photo of the two of them together. Every time she looked at Meng Siyu’s handsome face, she felt like she was dreaming, and her mood would inexplicably improve.
No matter what happened, there was nothing to fret about, she had been reborn and married Si Yu, and was going to have a child, her life was complete.
As for those unhappy things, wasn’t she living her life for herself?
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