CHAPTER 113: CHAPTER 113: BECOMING A TRAINING INSTRUCTOR

When the time comes, in a couple of years, when the second child is a bit older, then let the daughter transfer her job to the family’s second child...

Sun Ailan felt delighted thinking about it, and acted immediately, going to find Chunyan right away.

Yang Chunyan is a pretty girl, but years of farm work have left her skin a bit tanned.

She’s used to a tough life at home and originally thought about marrying someone with better conditions, but who would’ve thought Sun Wenbing’s family’s conditions were even worse than hers.

It’s really a shame, she has considered many families, only noting that he looks good.

Alas, she has no power to speak at home, her parents disagree, and she has no way around it.

Sighing, Yang Chunyan packed her things and went home, and upon arrival, saw her mother, Sun Ailan, sitting with a gloomy face in the main room.

Tired and thirsty from a morning of work, she walked over and poured herself a big cup of water, gulped it down completely, wiped her mouth, then asked, "Mom, what’s wrong?"

"What’s wrong? Isn’t it because of that family, Su Wenbing’s? I went to them today to discuss your marriage, and they still put on airs. They should remember who was begging to marry you back then."

Yang Chunyan’s enamel cup banged loudly on the table, leaving a shallow dent.

"You rascal, how can you be so careless and damage this good table?"

Sun Ailan, being quite upset, proceeded to scold Yang Chunyan.

Yet, Yang Chunyan didn’t hear it at all, her face flushed with excitement, as she seized her hand: "Mom, you’re serious about agreeing to let me marry Wenbing?"

Deep down, Yang Chunyan indeed favored Sun Wenbing.

Amongst those she met, he was by far the most handsome, had a decent job, albeit his family was a bit poor.

"Isn’t their third daughter working at the city department store now? I told them that as long as they give you their daughter’s job, they can marry you, and without asking for a dowry."

Yang Chunyan furrowed her brow at the news: "Mom, why would anyone give me such a good job? I think just marrying him and working hard together with Wenbing is enough."

"Pah, nonsense? No job and no dowry? What do you take your mom for, a fool? Besides, that job is for your brother, don’t even think of anything shady, just transfer it to him when he’s old enough."

Yang Chunyan heard that and lowered her gaze: "But if they disagree, there’s nothing I can do."

"What’s wrong with you? As long as Sun Wenbing agrees, everything else can be arranged."

Sun Ailan looked at her in disappointment, "Go find Sun Wenbing now, I don’t care what you do, make sure he agrees to marry you."

Yang Chunyan bit her lip: "I understand, mom."

Compared to others, she certainly hoped to marry Sun Wenbing.

During the weekend, Sun Wenbing and Su Fusheng helped Liu Cuilan in the fields, giving her a day to rest at home.

Just as Sun Wenbing finished his labor, preparing to go home for lunch, he heard someone calling his name.

Turning around, he saw Yang Chunyan standing cheerfully at the edge of the field.

Su Fusheng nudged him with his elbow: "Bro, it’s her coming to see you."

Sun Wenbing looked at the person in the distance but didn’t move closer.

Initially, he had quite a favorable impression of her; hardworking, gentle, and understanding.

However, after the dowry incident, his impression of her had sharply declined, and now seeing her, he felt nothing.

"What do you want?"

Facing his emotionless eyes, Yang Chunyan fidgeted with her clothing, her expression slightly embarrassed.

Sun Wenbing seemed to deliberately keep his distance; she couldn’t approach even if she wanted to initiate.

Remembering what Sun Ailan had told her, she gritted her teeth and approached, stopping a step away from him.

Su Fusheng signaled to Sun Wenbing: "Bro, I’m heading home first."

After Su Fusheng left, Yang Chunyan blushed and stepped closer.

"Wenbing, you’re sweating all over; let me wipe it for you."

As she spoke, she took out a handkerchief to help Sun Wenbing wipe the sweat, but he disdainfully dodged before she could touch him.

"Say what you have to say, otherwise I’m heading home."

Sun Wenbing turned his back, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

His voice was cold, devoid of the warmth they shared during their initial meeting.

Yang Chunyan bit her lip, her face reddening, as she cautiously approached: "Wenbing, I’ve always felt..."

Her gaze flickered, and suddenly she stumbled, uncontrollably leaning forward.

She aimed to seize the moment and hug him from behind, but as she was about to make contact, Sun Wenbing swiftly stepped aside.

Yang Chunyan couldn’t react in time, her face planted into the dirt, her meticulously applied makeup instantly concealed beneath a layer of soil.

Hearing the commotion, Sun Wenbing turned back puzzled, seeing Yang Chunyan climbing up with a face full of dirt.

His expression paused: "Comrade Yang, what happened?"

Yang Chunyan gritted her teeth: "I didn’t stand well and accidentally fell." Looking at her disheveled state, Sun Wenbing couldn’t help but chuckle.

Yang Chunyan was so angry that her handkerchief nearly tore.

How come she never realized he was so straightforward?

Thinking of Sun Ailan’s words, she persisted: "Wenbing, I have something important to tell you; can you come to my house tonight after dinner?"

Yang Chunyan’s eyes briefly flickered with calculation.

Sun Wenbing: "Why not say it now?"

Yang Chunyan blushed: "Everyone’s here, I’m too embarrassed to speak."

With that, she turned and fled, taking a few steps before looking back: "Wenbing, do come tonight."

After saying that, she ran shyly away.

Watching her depart, Sun Wenbing’s gaze deepened, wondering what scheming these antics were about.

Meanwhile, Su Xiaoxiao was conducting training for department store employees.

Approaching the training room door, she overheard discussions about her inside.

"Why should a newbie conduct training for us?"

"Yeah, she’s been here a few days, still baffled herself, and she’s supposed to train us?"

"Maybe it’s nepotism, I heard she’s involved with the department store manager’s son."

Listening to the escalating chatter, Su Xiaoxiao walked over and pushed the door open.

The door swung open, silencing the voices, with numerous eyes suddenly fixed on her.

Among the diverse expressions facing her, Su Xiaoxiao calmly took her enamel mug and stood by the lectern.

Putting down the mug, she smiled at the audience: "Hello, I am your training instructor today..."