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After being dismissed from the Textile Factory, it felt as if the entire world had lost its color to Huang Ling. She locked herself in her home, the curtains drawn tight, allowing darkness to envelop the room. Often, she sat by the window, her gaze blankly fixed outside, her mind replaying every moment spent at the Textile Factory—the scenes of working alongside her colleagues and the exhilaration of overcoming production challenges—now transformed into the most painful memories. At times, she clenched her fists in anger, resenting the factory's cruelty; at other times, she sighed helplessly, mourning her fate. She felt trapped in an airtight cocoon, unable to escape.
One day, Teacher Zhuang suddenly experienced a change of heart. Perhaps it was during a restless night when he remembered Huang Ling's merits, or maybe a few words of advice from others awakened his conscience. Regardless, he began to appear frequently in Huang Ling's life, offering concerned greetings and seemingly casual yet heartfelt assistance. He would bring her homemade meals; the aroma of the warm food seemed to gradually melt the ice in Huang Ling's heart. He also engaged her in conversation, and although she initially responded little, he patiently shared encouraging words, trying to pull her out of her despondency.
Days passed like this until Huang Ling encountered a glimmer of hope. Teacher Zhuang informed her that his nephew Peng Fei had a job opportunity available. It turned out that Peng Fei, a visionary and determined young man, had accumulated some funds through astute business operations and relentless effort. He had recently purchased a passenger bus and was preparing for its operation, needing to hire reliable employees. With a mix of anxiety and gratitude, Huang Ling went for the interview and secured a position selling tickets on the bus due to her diligence and strong communication skills.
At first, Huang Ling felt somewhat flustered in her new job. Standing by the bus door, she watched the bustling passengers with a hint of nervousness and confusion. However, she quickly adjusted her mindset, carefully observing each passenger's movements and softly reminding them to purchase tickets. She diligently counted tickets and money, meticulously recording income and expenses. At each stop, she announced the station name clearly and patiently answered various questions from passengers. In that small bus compartment, Huang Ling gradually found her rhythm in life; her smile began to return as hope sparkled once more in her once-clouded eyes.
After a long day on the bus, as the vehicle jostled along the road, Huang Ling felt her energy slowly draining away. Finally reaching the end of her shift, she dragged her heavy and exhausted body homeward as if it were leaden. All she could think about was collapsing onto the sofa at home to relieve her overwhelming fatigue.
However, when she opened the door with such longing, she was astonished to find Wu Shanshan's family sitting inside as if they owned the place. Instantly, Huang Ling's expression shifted from exhaustion to annoyance; displeasure surged within her like a rising tide. She slightly raised her chin and let a cold smirk creep onto her lips before dragging out her words: "Oh, who do we have here? Isn't this Shan Shan? You young ones sure are full of energy! While everyone else is quietly resting or minding their own business at home at this late hour, you come here wandering around instead of staying where you belong. Do you think my place is more comfortable than your cozy nest?"
Upon hearing Huang Ling's words, Wu Shanshan instinctively shifted uncomfortably as if exposed under scrutiny; her smile became forced as she struggled to muster an expression that resembled happiness. "Aunt Huang Ling," she said hesitantly, "we just came to visit."
"Just visiting?" Huang Ling scoffed lightly, filled with disdain and skepticism. Her gaze swept across the room like a sharp blade as if she intended to dissect any hidden motives lurking within these walls. Then she spoke again with a slightly raised tone: "I see you're quite attached to this house. You moved in under the pretense of renting for marriage with Song Ying. How long has it been? You must feel like you own it by now—forgetting that it's not even yours! Your little schemes are quite loud; do you think no one notices?"
Wu Shanshan's face flushed bright red like a ripe tomato; her lips trembled as she stammered: "Auntie, it's not what you think..."
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