"Right, Feng Yi didn’t go to work today? Oh, I see, well then, you two hurry to the factory to handle the procedures. Feng Yi is becoming a regular worker, and you are reporting directly... Yes, in your work, you must be conscientious, and don’t forget to flip through your old textbooks when you have free time. Okay, that’s it, goodbye!"
Knowing what Mrs. Qi had done for Feng Yi, Old Master Feng truly felt ashamed. Therefore, with a phone call this noon, he turned Feng Yi’s temporary job into a regular position and secured a regular spot for Mo Yan as well, as a way of thanking Mo Yan for taking Feng Yi in.
Originally, Feng Yi was at work when he got the notice from the factory office. Emotion overtook him instantly, and he used the excuse of feeling unwell to return to Mo Yan’s house, where he lay in bed motionless.
In the end, it was Mo Yan who coaxed out the reason. Right now, she was dragging Feng Yi out to call Kang Li. On one hand, she wanted to seek advice from Kang Li; on the other, she hoped to persuade Feng Yi through Kang Li not to push away the job he had due to the resentment in his heart.
As for pride, sometimes there’s no need to consider it at all.
Especially when dealing with one’s own father, a father who owed much to himself, what’s the use of talking about pride?
In short, there’s a saying, if someone offers you a favor, just accept it wholeheartedly. Whether or not to acknowledge the sentiment can be considered later!
After ending the call, Kang Li returned to bed to resume being her "salted fish"...
As the fifteenth of the first lunar month passed, April arrived in the blink of an eye.
That afternoon, Kang Li sat in the wicker rocking chair in the yard, enjoying the warm sunshine with her eyes closed, inhaling the faint jasmine fragrance carried by the fresh breeze.
"Knock knock knock!"
"Come in."
Hearing someone knocking at the courtyard door, Kang Li slowly opened her fox eyes, picking up the red-colored novel rested on her abdomen, borrowed from Mrs. Qi. Well, ’borrowed’ is a term used loosely here; it’s more like Mrs. Qi saw Kang Li’s interest in the book and outright gave it to her.
She casually closed the book and placed it on the side table, sitting up straight and looking towards the courtyard door, only to see a face, unfamiliar yet somewhat recognizable, come into view.
The visitor, acting quite familiar, approached Kang Li and seated herself in the small armchair beside her.
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