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"Indeed, it's the Xiaomei I know!" Zhang Xiaohu said happily, giving her shoulder a friendly pat. "You have your own convictions; that's amazing!"
Xiaomei looked at Zhang Xiaohu, feeling a warmth in her heart. She knew that this path was not easy, but with him by her side, everything seemed bright and hopeful. As time went on, their relationship continued to deepen, and the trust between them grew stronger.
During lunchtime, Xiaomei and Zhang Xiaohu went to a nearby restaurant. They sat by the window, enjoying their meal while chatting about amusing work stories. Xiaomei's mood lifted even more; although Peter's request had bothered her, she knew she had taken a significant step forward.
"You are truly incredible!" Zhang Xiaohu exclaimed, playfully nudging Xiaomei's shoulder. "I can't believe you actually turned Peter down to his face; that was refreshing!"
"I was just protecting myself," Xiaomei replied with a faint smile, secretly pleased with herself. She understood that refusing Peter was not only for her own sake but also for those he had hurt in the past. She hoped they could receive the respect they deserved rather than being discarded like she had been.
Sunlight streamed through the curtains into Xiaomei's apartment, bringing a touch of warmth to the morning. However, inside her heart felt like the calm before a storm; she had a premonition that something unusual might happen today.
The doorbell rang, causing Xiaomei's heart to skip a beat. She knew that at this hour, it was unlikely to be a friend. Sure enough, when she opened the door, she found herself face-to-face with A Bao's Mother—a poised yet somewhat stern middle-aged woman. Her face was etched with dissatisfaction and skepticism.
"Hello, Xiaomei," A Bao's Mother said, her tone devoid of warmth and cutting straight to Xiaomei's core like a knife.
"Hello, Auntie," Xiaomei forced a smile, though turmoil brewed within her.
"I want to talk to you," A Bao's Mother stated bluntly, without any pleasantries.
Xiaomei gestured for her to come in while pondering what exactly she wanted to convey. Sitting on the sofa, A Bao's Mother scrutinized Xiaomei with piercing eyes as if trying to see right through her.
"Xiaomei," she began, her tone slightly cold, "A Bao is my son, and of course I want him to have a bright future." She paused before continuing. "However, I'm very concerned about your recent situation."
"I understand your concerns, Auntie," Xiao Mei said calmly, though she had already built up her defenses. She had no intention of letting A Bao's Mother easily sway her determination.
"He always brings you up, especially during that time when you were unemployed," A Bao's Mother’s voice grew increasingly stern. "I know how you feel about him, but you need to understand the gap between you two."
Xiao Mei felt a surge of discomfort in her heart. Did A Bao's Mother see her only as an unemployed girl? She could not allow such prejudice to affect her emotional life.
"Auntie, I understand what you're saying," Xiao Mei replied, lifting her chin slightly with determination in her eyes. "But I believe my worth is not solely defined by my job. A Bao loves me, and I love him. I believe we can face any difficulties together."
"Do you really think you can overcome everything?" A Bao's Mother scoffed. "Your unemployment is an undeniable fact. Do you think A Bao should waste his time on you?"
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