Lu Hao was wondering, when he suddenly heard Song Jiajia sob.
Lu Hao quickly asked, "Mr. Song, what's wrong?"
"Brother Lu, actually, I'm not the one engaged to you. I, I, I'm sorry." Tears streamed down Song Jiajia's face, making her look incredibly pitiful.
"Mr. Song, if you have something to say, say it properly, don't cry."
Lu Hao directly raised his hand to wipe away Song Jiajia's tears.
Song Jiajia instantly felt her face blushing and her heart racing.
Though she didn't forget to cry.
"Ah Hao, what's wrong?" An old woman's voice came from inside the house.
"It's nothing, Grandma." Lu Hao shouted into the house.
"Mr. Song, why don't you come inside and talk?" Lu Hao suggested.
Song Jiajia nodded and didn't refuse.
Seeing this, Lu Hao's expression darkened a bit.
...
The next day
Sang Yu finished breakfast, slung her small backpack over her shoulder, and headed out.
She didn't have many friends here, and wandered aimlessly down the street.
If it had been earlier by a decade, she could have gone to build villages, but now, it wasn't necessary.
How could she possibly find a way to escape the Song Family?
"Help! Help! Someone's snatching a child, save my child, save my child!"
Sang Yu was walking when she heard someone calling for help.
She instinctively turned her head and saw a man running towards her with a child in his arms.
She hated traffickers the most. She looked around for any kind of weapon and grabbed a wooden stick, swinging it at the man's leg.
The man was caught off guard and fell to the ground.
The child in his arms fell out too and began to wail.
Sang Yu seized the moment and hit the man with the stick.
But Sang Yu was naturally not very strong and was physically frail, causing no real harm.
The man directly reached out and grabbed the stick, snatching it from Sang Yu's hand.
"Stupid woman! You're looking for trouble!" The man swung the stick at Sang Yu's head.
Sang Yu quickly hugged her head, thinking she was doomed, that her head would be split open.
But the anticipated pain didn't come, instead, she heard the man scream.
Sang Yu cautiously opened one eye, meeting a pair of deep, bottomless eagle eyes.
Sang Yu's heart skipped a beat.
The man had already been subdued by two other men.
The man standing in front of her was tall, seemed to be about six foot one.
His face was chiseled, his profile cold and hard, his sturdy frame exuding a strong hormonal aura, enough to cause anyone to blush with merely one glance.
The black eyes contained a deepness, looking somewhat dangerous.
"Comrade, are you okay?" Jiang Jingming looked at the girl in front of him.
She had a pair of eyes as clear as water, seemingly capable of washing away the world's dust, her eyelashes trembling slightly like the glow of morning dew.
Her face was as fresh as a flower in first bloom, elegant and unworldly, her brows and eyes showing a faint curiosity, her lips pink and enticing.
"I, I'm fine."
"My child, my child."
The woman whose child had been taken rushed over, seeing the child on the ground, hurried up and picked him up.
The boy wailed in his mother's arms.
The woman continuously bent and thanked Jiang Jingming and Sang Yu, "Thank you, thank you."
Sang Yu shifted her gaze from the man to the woman, "It's okay, check if the child is hurt."
"Okay, okay."
"Comrade, are you alright?" Another man, having tied up the trafficker, asked Sang Yu.
Sang Yu shook her head, "I'm fine."
"Glad to hear that. We'll take this trafficker to the police station now." The man said.
Sang Yu nodded, "Okay."
Then she unconsciously glanced at Jiang Jingming.
As luck would have it, their eyes met again.
Sang Yu quickly withdrew her gaze, clutching her small bag, turned and left.
Jiang Jingming looked after Sang Yu as she departed, feeling a bit frustrated.
He had a fiancée, how could he find himself attracted to another?
If that were the case, what face did he have to face his fiancée?
"Boss?" The man beside him waved his hand in front of Jiang Jingming.
Jiang Jingming cleared his thoughts, turned to the man and said, "Take him back."
The man was speechless, that's exactly what he had said. What had the boss been thinking about? So engrossed?
The man picked up the trafficker on the ground and followed in Jiang Jingming's footsteps.
"Boss, don't you think that girl just now was particularly good-looking?" Lin Wen asked.
He just realized that the girl was very beautiful, like a little bunny.
Jiang Jingming's mind flashed back to the girl's face, indeed she was pretty, especially those eyes.
"I wonder if that girl has a boyfriend, if I had known, I would've left some contact information." Lin Wen said somewhat frustrated.
Jiang Jingming suddenly stopped, looked at Lin Wen, and spoke with a serious tone, "Lin Wen!"
"Present!" Lin Wen instinctively stood at attention.
"You mustn't casually discuss female comrades out in public!" Jiang Jingming's expression was stern.
Lin Wen replied, "Yes, Captain!"
Only then did Jiang Jingming continue walking, satisfied.
Lin Wen felt the captain seemed a bit off.
But discussing female comrades was indeed not good, it wasn't good for their reputation.
He never expected the captain to care so much about the reputation of female comrades.
...
After bidding farewell to Jiang Jingming and the group, Sang Yu continued to walk down the street.
Finding a job these days was really not easy.
Yes, Sang Yu wanted to find a job here; otherwise, how was she supposed to support herself?
Others couldn't be relied upon, she could only rely on herself.
Once she saved enough money, she planned to leave here and move to Beijing.
Buy a courtyard house, wait for its value to appreciate, and then she'll be a little rich lady.
But after wandering for quite a while, she still hadn't found any place hiring.
Feeling a bit tired from walking, she sat down in a bookstore, only to notice the newspaper office across the street.
It suddenly occurred to her that during this time, one could directly submit articles to the newspaper office and get paid.
Even though her writing might not be strong, she could draw.
She could draw comics.
Sang Yu's eyes lit up suddenly, yes, draw comics, she could submit them to the newspaper office.
Immediately she felt energized, and went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy pencils and paper. Resources were limited, so she would start with simple sketches.
Even after such spending, almost all of her remaining money was gone.
But if she could buy materials, then she wouldn't worry about not having money later.
Having bought the supplies, she headed home, only to hear some kind of commotion at home.
Faintly, she heard Chen Jinlan's voice cursing.
Sang Yu felt curious, she walked slowly up the stairs.
They were currently living in a three-story tube-shaped building, at the doorway and staircase, many people had gathered,
seemingly to watch the commotion.
Someone saw Sang Yu, "Sang Yu, you're back?"
Sang Yu nodded, "Auntie, what's going on?"
The aunt looked at Sang Yu and said, "What else could it be? Seems like your cousin brought a man home, claiming she wants to marry him, your aunt is about to explode with anger."
Man? Sang Yu was shocked!
Sang Yu: "If I end this way, who could I attract? I don't even know if I can attract anyone, the author said she wanted to change it to an ending that attracts people, handed the task to me, but how could I end it? The author has gone a bit mad.
Here's the deal, for the sake of my face, take a look, consider it a good deed, I'll show everyone a talent: Drawing."
Ten hours later
Sang Yu: "Alright, I've drawn everyone's likeness, and I wish you all riches!"
Song Jiajia: "Don't mind, the author has gone crazy from writing recently."
Sang Yu: "Me too, but as her real daughter, I don't dare say it, afraid she'll write me off."
Song Jiajia: ...