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A Bao appeared somewhat uneasy. "Actually, I've always wanted to talk to you about this, but... my mom has never agreed to us being together. She thinks... you're not good enough for me."
Xiao Mei's heart sank. Although she had sensed this coming, hearing it directly felt like a weight pressing down on her chest.
She forced a light laugh. "Well, it's normal for your mom to look down on me; I don't even have a job right now."
A Bao quickly clarified, "It's not like that. My mom is just the type who is picky about everyone; it's not aimed at you."
Xiao Mei fell silent, staring at the coffee on the table. She knew A Bao was trying his best to explain, but she couldn't shake off a feeling of resentment. Why should she be looked down upon just because she was "unemployed"? Why could the family of a wealthy heir so easily label someone?
"Don't worry, I'm on your side," A Bao said gently, taking her hand.
Xiao Mei looked up and forced a smile. "I know."
That night, when Xiao Mei returned home, her emotions were a tangled mess. She suddenly felt that this relationship was like a tug-of-war; facing A Bao's mother's coldness and the harsh realities of society, she had to rethink her future.
"I can't go on like this forever," Xiao Mei muttered to herself as she stared at the ceiling.
She began to search more earnestly for that Key, trying to reclaim the wealth she had once overlooked. She understood that only economic independence would give her the confidence she needed.
Standing in front of the bookshelf in the living room, Xiao Mei rummaged through a pile of old folders. Hard drives, USB drives, and even notebooks from years ago were all haphazardly piled in a small box. She crouched down, her fingers sliding through a tangle of cables as she tried to find the USB drive that contained her Bitcoin Key.
"Not this one, not this one either..." she murmured softly, anxiety creeping in as she recalled the storage devices she had used before. She distinctly remembered having saved the Key well, but since moving houses, she had hardly touched these old items.
Bitcoin, once just a novel digital currency, has now become her last lifeline. Who would have thought that back when Xiaomei was a fresh graduate and a novice programmer, she was persuaded at a tech forum to invest a small amount of money in Bitcoin? During those years, her focus was solely on her career, and she never imagined that these Bitcoins would one day come in handy. Now, as time has passed, that investment has skyrocketed, becoming her only chance for a comeback.
She stood up, holding a dust-covered USB drive in her hand, gazing at the old label stuck on it, feeling a wave of frustration wash over her. Her room was in disarray; the desk, drawers, and even under the bed were all part of the battlefield she had searched through, yet the key she desperately needed remained missing.
At that moment, her phone screen suddenly lit up with a message from Zhang Xiaohu.
"Master, I have some new information."
Xiaomei stared at the screen, her fingers quickly sliding across to type a reply: "Go ahead, what news?"
Zhang Xiaohu replied swiftly: "Some colleagues say the company intentionally lowered the compensation. The actual compensation should be N+2, but they are only offering N+1."
Xiaomei furrowed her brow, her confusion deepening instantly. She had thought the turmoil surrounding her resignation was over, but it seemed the situation was far more complicated than she had imagined.
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