The other party hung up the phone angrily, and she also put down her phone depressedly.
When she returned to her work station and looked at the plan she had just started to understand on her computer, she could only save it and send it to her email, planning to think about it when she went home in the evening.
On the way home on the subway, she leaned on her seat tiredly and looked at the crowds of people on the train, thinking about everything for a moment.
After only one day of work, she felt that life was not easy.
As the old saying goes, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
During the years she followed Wen Zhan, no matter how she drew the line, she still inevitably enjoyed a lot of the splendor and wealth of the upper class, and developed a more or less squeamish temperament.
On this day, the thought she spent on getting along with others was enough to make her tired.
But this is the life that I have fought hard for, and I cannot give up no matter what.
Everything is difficult at the beginning, but she believes that as long as she survives this adaptation period, things will get better and better in the future.
After getting off the subway, she had to walk more than two kilometers before entering the villa area.
And the villa area is also very big, so she has to keep walking...
A normally loving couple would definitely make a phone call right now, act coquettishly, and ask the husband to get out of the car and pick him up.
But she and Wen Zhan...
Forget it, let’s walk slowly.
As a result, just after entering the villa area, the phone rang again.
"Mu Wanqing, are you crawling on the road? A tortoise is faster than you!" Apparently, the long-awaited male host completely exploded.
Mu Wanqing was startled by the roar on the phone. She quickly put the phone away and waited until the roar was over before saying, "I'll be home soon, in ten minutes."
Hang up directly there.
She rolled her eyes helplessly, and although she was very tired, she quickened her pace and trotted back.
Aunt Zhou was waiting at the door of the house. When she saw her, she immediately came up to her and said distressedly: "Madam, you must be exhausted. The third young master is also true. I asked him to pick you up, but he refused. I asked the driver to pick you up, and he didn't. No, I don’t know how to care about women at all."
"It's okay, I'll just treat it as exercise." Mu Wanqing laughed it off and pretended not to care. In fact, she knew in her heart that Wen Zhan did it on purpose, deliberately making her embarrassed and retreating when she faced difficulties.
Before entering the living room, I heard the brother and sister crying loudly in the room.
I don't know if it was because I was hungry or because I had diarrhea, but I was crying so hard that I couldn't help but cry.
Mu Wanqing felt worried and quickened her pace unconsciously. After entering the house, she put down her bag and walked towards the children.
Wen Zhan stopped her with a cold face.
"What are you doing?" Mu Wanqing asked displeasedly as she raised her eyes, worried about her child.
The man's face was expressionless and he looked aloof. His eyes scanned her from head to toe like lasers, "You just came back from outside and your body is not clean. You should take a shower and change clothes before approaching the child."
"..." Mu Wanqing stared at him, unable to refute.
She squeezed the subway back and was indeed tainted with a lot of "popularity".
Wen Zhan has always been particular about this aspect.
He usually picks up children by himself, and when he gets home, he takes a shower and changes into home clothes before having fun with the children.
But even though she knew what he said was reasonable, Mu Wanqing still felt that this person was deliberately targeting her.
After a two-second stalemate, she could only obey and went upstairs to wash up and change clothes.
When she came down again, both children were tired from crying, and their eyelashes were wet and twitching. They looked extremely pitiful.
She quickly hugged her sister and went to breastfeed and comfort her, and then she switched to her brother to feed her.
After asking the confinement sister-in-law, the little guys are not hungry. Now the brother and sister are adapting to mixed feeding very well.
Then why do you keep crying?
Aunt Zhou explained: "As the children get older, they begin to recognize each other. As soon as it gets dark, they just want to look for their mother. If they can't find it, they cry. It's normal."
Mu Wanqing has attended a school for pregnant women and has an understanding of the physiological needs and performance of infants and young children in various stages.
But when I actually encountered it, it still felt beyond recognition.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Aunt Zhou's eyes were full of distress and guilt. She sighed and advised softly: "Madam...or, wait until the children are older and weaned, and you can go to work again."
Mu Wanqing looked down at her brother in her arms and remained silent.
She didn't know if this was what Wen Zhan meant, so she asked Aunt Zhou to persuade her.
She had been working hard for so long and finally took this step. If it ended right after it started, she didn't know how she would be ridiculed by Wen Zhan.
And this failure meant that she would lose her right to speak in front of Wen Zhan in the future and become even more subordinate to this man.
As the saying goes, don't compete with steamed buns for breath.
She doesn't want to give up easily.
"Aunt Zhou, I just started working. I haven't adapted to it yet, so it will be difficult. Once I get used to this rhythm and improve my work efficiency, I won't come back so late." After thinking for a moment, she glanced at Aunt Zhou. Respond gently.
After all, Aunt Zhou is a servant and has no right to interfere in the master's life. It's hard to say anything more after hearing this.
At night, the children slept soundly, and Mu Wanqing was so sleepy that she yawned.
Looking at the time, it was almost ten o'clock. She hesitated whether to work overtime or go to bed.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she cheered up and ran to the study room to continue working on the plan.
To refresh herself, she drank a cup of black coffee.
Just as she entered working mode, the study door was pushed open. She was too absorbed in it and didn't notice it. It wasn't until the man's figure had loomed over her head that she suddenly came back to reality and suddenly raised her head in fear.
Seeing that it was him, Mu Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at him and continued to stare at the computer screen.
Wen Zhan stood there lazily with his hands in his pockets.
After staring at her for three full minutes, the man said sarcastically and coldly: "How much salary does that lousy company give you in a month? Are you busier than me, the president of a group?"
Knowing that his dog's mouth couldn't spit out ivory, Mu Wanqing didn't care and explained calmly: "When I first joined the job, the leader assigned me such an important job, which shows that he trusts me. I want to prove myself. You have to do this project well, so you have to put in the effort.”
After finishing her words, before the man could reply, she added: "You go to bed first, don't wait for me. I won't be too late, I have to go to work early tomorrow."
Wen Zhan ignored her next words and only asked her previous explanation: "Prove yourself, and then what? Will the company give you a promotion and a salary increase?"
"..." Seeing the denial and ridicule in his words, Mu Wanqing frowned and said in a harsh tone, "I am a novice in the workplace and I don't dare to ask for a promotion or salary increase."
"Then why are you so tormenting yourself and hurting your children?"
"..." She couldn't answer, or maybe she didn't want to answer.
Wen Zhan continued to ask: "A clerical job like yours can cost you five thousand a month. I will give you ten times more salary. You can take good care of the children when you come back."
Mu Wanqing's hand stopped on the computer keyboard and she looked up at him.
Wen Zhan also looked at her, but in a condescending manner.
"So Mr. Wen, do you want me to become your employee?" She asked calmly, but her tone was dissatisfied.
