Chapter 108 People from different social classes
Chapter 108 People from different social classes
Lu Congyue became increasingly angry, so at just over 10 a.m., someone came to Zhuang Qingxiang's door to discuss building a house.
Lu Congyue had thought of everything: a bedroom and a bathroom. Zhuang Qingxiang had no objections.
However, the workers felt that the two children were too young and that starting construction directly might frighten them. They suggested that she either move out temporarily with the two children or wait a few more months until the children were six months or a year old before starting construction at home.
Upon hearing that it would frighten the child, Zhuang Qingxiang immediately said that she would not start construction for the time being and would discuss it with Lu Congyue first.
They have nowhere to move now; Guan Jing and Kong Yazhen are living in the old warehouse.
The workers left again, saying they were going to talk to Director Lu, which gave Zhuang Qingxiang time to calm down and continue embroidering the ornaments.
Kong Yazhen, who had been angered and driven away by Lu Congyue, quickly found Guan Jing and angrily complained that Lu Congyue's attitude was really too bad. Guan Jing hurriedly comforted her.
"That kid comes from the countryside, he has no manners when he talks! But you have to look on the bright side, he got to where he is now through his own abilities. Your father and your Uncle Lu both think highly of him. He'll be transferred to a provincial position after a couple of years here, at least a bureau chief or deputy bureau chief, right? Then you'll be a bureau chief's wife. And after a few more years, with the help of your elders, you can get transferred back to Beijing. The position is easy to arrange..."
Kong Yazhen had heard these words countless times at home, otherwise she wouldn't have left her job to make this trip.
Actually, she quite liked Lu Congyue's type. He came from a rural background, was naturally shorter than her, was virtuous and had no ex-girlfriends, and was also simple and capable. After marriage, he would manage everything at home and outside, and she could just enjoy the good life.
but……
"What should we do with that nanny?" Kong Yazhen asked irritably. "She's prettier than me."
"Even if she were a celestial beauty, our family would never approve. A rural widow, does she think she can reach for the heavens? We're not even in the same social class; she doesn't deserve it!"
Guan Jing spat, utterly disdainful, "Lu Congyue is out of his mind. There are plenty of girls in the city who wouldn't be interested in him, but he's taken a fancy to this slut! But men have their moments of confusion. Once he sobers up, he'll know who will be the best choice for him."
When Kong Yazhen heard the words "broken shoe," her eyelids twitched, and she immediately told Guan Jing about the fat and lovable chef she had met that day.
"Their relationship is definitely not simple! It seems Lu Congyue also knows about this..." Kong Yazhen curled her lips, "Country folks really know how to have fun. I wonder what that widow is up to."
"Not just the cook, I heard that a worker at the factory was arrested because of her! Tsk... shameless womanizer. If Lu Congyue dares to marry her, do you believe your Uncle Lu would die of anger on the spot?"
"Is that so?" Kong Yazhen was very surprised and pulled Guan Jingzai aside to ask her in detail.
After listening, she frowned, feeling that the worker who was arrested was quite wronged.
It was Zhuang Qingxiang's own indiscretion that led her to seduce someone and then deny it, which forced an older comrade to take the risk.
"They might have already slept together," Kong Yazhen frowned. "Doesn't Cong Yue think it's dirty?"
"Whether she sleeps with one or two, it's all the same. She's a widow, not a virgin. Who knows if she's slept with anyone or not? So what if she has?" Guan Jing shook her head.
"Pah! Someone as filthy as her doesn't deserve to prepare a gift for Mr. Ross..." Kong Yazhen said indignantly, feeling that touching Zhuang Qingxiang's things would make her hands dirty.
I heard that Mr. Ross is a very picky person, and he certainly won't accept Zhuang Qingxiang's dirty stuff.
However, if Zhuang Qingxiang's gift cannot be delivered, then Lu Congyue will definitely have to prepare another gift, which must be quite difficult.
Kong Yazhen's eyes lit up as she thought about it, and she told Guan Jing about it.
Upon hearing that Zhuang Qingxiang was preparing embroidery as a gift for Mr. Ross, Guan Jing scoffed, "What could a country bumpkin possibly offer? Don't embarrass yourself, this matter..."
Guan Jing smiled, holding Kong Yazhen's hand. "I think we should handle this. We can just say it was you who prepared it. Yue-ge will definitely remember that, and that will bring us closer, right?"
"But what should we prepare?" Kong Yazhen wondered.
"Just prepare the embroidery," Guan Jing said with a smile. "I can handle this. When the time comes, even a fool would know which one to choose when the two embroideries are presented."
Kong Yazhen hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not reveal what she had seen.
Zhuang Qingxiang's embroidery was nothing to be ashamed of. Although it was not yet finished, the lifelike white cat was already beginning to take shape, and her embroidery skills were truly excellent.
However, Aunt Guan is older and knows many people, so the things she brings out are definitely not inferior to Zhuang Qingxiang's!
Thinking this way, Kong Yazhen swallowed the matter completely.
Guan Jing, still thinking about the gift, went out to inquire again and confirmed that the embroidery Zhuang Qingxiang was holding was meant for Mr. Ross. Apparently, the factory had been racking their brains trying to come up with a gift, so they agreed to Zhuang Qingxiang's suggestion.
Haha, these people in the factory are out of their minds, actually agreeing with the opinion of a country bumpkin.
And that widow probably made that suggestion to curry favor with Lu Congyue, right?
Bah! As long as she's around, that widow can forget about it!
Guan Jing went out after finding out the news. She hadn't prepared anything else when she came, but she had a friend who should be able to find some very good embroidery.
After Guan Jing left, Kong Yazhen was bored by herself, so she thought of going to Lu Congyue's house to get to know his adopted son.
She has plenty of money, and if Lu Congyue insists on adopting the child, she will agree. It's like raising a cat or a dog; she can just leave the child at home and raise him without much effort.
However, when Kong Yazhen was about to reach Lu Congyue's house, she was stopped by the security personnel. They explained that it was Director Lu's house, and Director Lu had ordered that no unauthorized personnel were allowed to approach. Otherwise, if anything happened at the house or if any important documents were lost, the security personnel would be punished.
Kong Yazhen was so angry that her vision blurred.
What does Lu Congyue mean by this?
She, a deputy director, was described by him as a suspected enemy agent?
"Fine, I won't go then! You just wait!" She stormed off to Lu Congyue's office, determined to get an explanation.
Lu Congyue had just seen off the construction workers and agreed to start construction in a few months. He had just sat down to look at the materials in his hand when Kong Yazhen rushed in.
"Brother Cong Yue, what's wrong with the security personnel at your factory? Why are they stopping me from going to your house?"
Lu Congyue frowned, not even lifting his eyelids, and said coldly, "Comrade Kong Yazhen, don't you even know the basic courtesy of knocking before entering a room?"
Kong Yazhen choked, her face darkened, and walked to the door, banging on the door panel twice.
"Is this okay now?"
Lu Congyue remained unchanged: "I have limited time. If you have something to say, get to the point. If not, then leave!"
"What kind of attitude is this?!" Kong Yazhen, her temper flaring, finally snapped. "Lu Congyue, is this how you treat guests who have come from afar? Who is really being impolite here?"
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