Zhao ii’s hair wasn’t in great condition. The hairstylist suggested she cut it short to shoulder length, get the ends perd, and finally dye it. Peng Hui had naturally black and shiny hair, so she went straight for straightening and nutritional care. Qian Sing originally had a dium-length ponytail. Without waiting for the hairstylist to offer advice, she proactively asked to cut it short, revealing her ears, with a middle-parted fringe covering the sides of her face, resulting in a cool and cute hairstyle.
The hair salon was located near Waterfront Flower City, a newly completed neighborhood with particularly good surroundings.
The three of them left the hair salon, deliberately winding through the complex intending to enter from the back gate, cross through the neighborhood, and head to a small accessory shop at the main entrance.
The three of them praised each other’s hairstyles, laughing and joking as they walked to the middle of the high-rise area of the neighborhood when Peng Hui suddenly stopped and grabbed Zhao ii and Qian Sing by the arm.
Thus, the three almost simultaneously saw the figures erging from the diagonally opposite stairway, backs turned to them, intimately holding each other.
Peng Hui signaled with her eyes and pouted: "Wait before going!"
Zhao ii looked at the two figures, feeling unfamiliar, and cluelessly turned to Peng Hui: "Who are they? Do you know them?"
The embrace between neck and waist showed a man who looked just over thirty. In the cold weather, he wore a crisp cashre coat on top and casual suit pants below, holding a young and beautiful woman in his arms.
The two ca out of the stairway affectionately. Unaware of what the woman said, the man turned his head with a smile and kissed her on the lips, showing the deanor of soone in love.
In the instant the man turned his face, Qian Sing was the first to recognize him, softly saying, "Peng Hui, it’s your brother-in-law!"
Zhao ii carefully identified the young woman; she wasn’t Peng Rui, but an unfamiliar woman.
She quietly asked, "Peng Hui, who is that woman? Does your sister know about this?"
"My sister definitely doesn’t know." Peng Hui stared blankly at her brother-in-law’s back for a few seconds and suddenly said, "ii, your phone has a high resolution, help take so pictures, quick!"
Zhao ii complied. That day, she secretly took several photos, one of which was the clearest, capturing the two embracing and talking sweetly side by side.
Peng Hui then transferred all the photos to her own phone. After transferring, Peng Hui suddenly said, "You guys go shopping. I’m not going. I have sothing to do!"
After saying that, Peng Hui turned and ran towards the neighborhood’s back gate. Zhao ii and Qian Sing chased after her for a couple of steps but gave up when they couldn’t catch up.
Qian Sing asked worriedly, "ii, do you think Peng Hui will be alright?"
Zhao ii wasn’t sure either. After all, it was just a few secret photos. At most, Peng Hui might show the photos to her sister, leading to a big fight between her sister and brother-in-law. Beyond that, she couldn’t imagine what major incident might occur.
After Peng Hui left, Zhao ii and Qian Sing picked a few accessories for her based on her usual preferences while shopping.
Zhao ii received a call from Shi Yang while shopping. He needed to go back to his hotown. Qian Jinqiu’s franchise was officially opening, and he planned to visit his parents as well, intending to stay a few days before returning.
Imdiately, Zhao ii wore a bitter expression, hugging Qian Sing and complaining, "My brother went to embrace the mistress, and I’m left to hold the empty room as the legitimate wife."
In the more than half a month leading up to the end of the year, all sales sectors hit a peak, with various discount promotions in full swing, sellers and buyers were equally excited and enthusiastic.
From Wednesday to the weekend, suddenly overnight, the official website of the brand car chain sales center in the southern district of the provincial city was flooded with dozens of complaint posts, all exposing the affair between sales manager Sun Yingyu and a salesperson in the store.
The posts, with pictures as evidence, stirred up a small-scale gossip wave within the entire brand company.
The posts were written in the perspective of a heartbroken mother, claiming to be the mother of Sun Yingyu’s wife, accusing him tearfully and bitterly of being a two-faced beast, using his position to seduce clients and exploit female store clerks, while discarding his wife like trash, describing everything in such detail that it could only be considered a moving plea for help.
The company’s dedicated internet departnt quickly intercepted the posts before they could spread any further.
However, the next day, new accounts began posting complaints on the official website again, the content a direct copy-paste from the previous day, and even on forums of all the cities and provinces where the brand’s stores were located, different accounts began deliberately spamming posts.
In no ti, these posts with pictorial evidence were pushed to the top, causing quite a stir.
Co Monday of the following week, the final exam results were out. Zhao ii arrived early at school, knowing Peng Hui and Qian Sing would sleep in, so she went to the teaching building alone to ask the teachers about the grades. Upon reaching the teacher’s office, she found out the report cards were with Zhang Jiahui.
Zhao ii peeked through the office door gap and saw only a few teachers chatting leisurely inside, as it was too early for other students to co inquire about grades.
To enter ant talking to Zhang Jiahui one-on-one, and to not enter ant idiotically waiting outside for soone to join and go in together, thus turning it into a group conversation.
Zhao ii didn’t hesitate much and chose the forr. She knocked on the door and politely addressed, "Teacher," as she walked in.
Upon seeing Zhao ii, Zhang Jiahui was slightly surprised and imdiately flashed a bright smile, waving at her, "What brings you here?"
Zhao ii: "... Aren’t the grades out today?"
Zhang Jiahui leaned in confidentially, "I already told your brother your grades over the phone last night."
Zhao ii gritted her teeth, feeling like a jar of old vinegar in her heart was shattered by a lightning bolt: "... Oh, really? My brother went back ho and didn’t tell ."
Zhang Jiahui didn’t even need to check the report cards, directly listing Zhao ii’s scores. Finally, she regretfully added, "You did well, but didn’t get the scholarship. Work hard next term!" She handed a few original soundtrack CDs from her drawer, "These films have particularly authentic pronunciation. Take them ho and listen carefully. If you can understand and repeat them from start to finish, you can directly apply for the CET 4 and 6 exams."
Though unwilling, Zhao ii reached out to take them, forcing a grateful smile, "Thank you, teacher."
Zhang Jiahui suddenly said, "Considering our relationship, don’t be so formal. Call ’sis’ in private and ’teacher’ in front of others."
Zhao ii nodded stiffly, swallowing the words, her heart in turmoil as she turned to leave the office.
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