Lu Hao was puzzled, when suddenly he heard Song Jiajia sob.
Lu Hao hurriedly asked, "Mr. Song, what's wrong with you?"
"Brother Lu, actually, it's not me who is engaged to you, I, I, I'm sorry." Song Jiajia's tears fell like raindrops, looking pitiful.
"Mr. Song, whatever it is, let's talk it through, please don't cry first."
Lu Hao directly raised his hand and wiped away the tears from Song Jiajia's face.
Song Jiajia immediately felt her face flush and her heart race.
But she didn't forget to keep crying.
"A Hao, what's happening?" A voice of an elderly woman came from inside the house.
"Nothing, grandma." Lu Hao shouted towards the people inside.
"Mr. Song, why don't we talk inside." Lu Hao suggested.
Song Jiajia nodded, not refusing.
Seeing this, Lu Hao's eyes darkened.
...
The next day
After breakfast, Sang Yu left home with her small backpack.
She had no friends here and wandered aimlessly in the streets.
If it had been a decade or so ago, she could have gone to develop rural areas, but now, it's no longer necessary.
What could be a way to escape the Song family?
"Help, help, someone's stealing my child, save my child, save my child!"
Sang Yu was walking when she heard someone shouting for help.
Instinctively, she turned her head and saw a man running towards her with a child in his arms.
She detested human traffickers the most, checked if there was any weapon around, and randomly picked up a wooden stick to hit the man's leg.
The man, caught off guard, fell straight to the ground.
The child in his arms also fell out and started crying loudly.
Sang Yu, seizing the chance, swung the stick at the man.
But Sang Yu was not strong, coupled with her frail body, it didn't cause much harm.
The man raised his hand, grabbed the stick, and wrestled it from Sang Yu's hands.
"You damned woman! Looking to die!" The man swung the stick at Sang Yu's head.
Sang Yu hastily covered her head, thinking she was doomed, that her head would split open.
But the expected pain never came, instead, she heard the man scream.
Sang Yu cautiously opened one eye, just meeting a pair of deep hawk-like eyes.
Sang Yu's heart skipped a beat.
The man was already subdued by two other men.
Standing before her was a tall man, seemingly about 1.85 meters tall.
The man's face was chiseled, with strong side profile lines, a robust physique, exuding a full hormonal aura, making one's heart race with just one look.
His dark eyes were deep and a bit dangerous-looking.
"Comrade, are you alright?" Jiang Jingming looked at the girl in front of him.
She had clear eyes like water, as if they could cleanse the world's dust, her eyelashes trembling slightly like morning dew.
Her face was like a freshly blooming flower, fresh and refined, a faint curiosity in her brows and eyes, pink lips, sparking imagination.
"I, I'm fine."
"My son, my son."
The woman whose son was taken rushed over, quickly picked up the child on the ground.
The child cried loudly in the mother's arms.
The woman bowed repeatedly to Jiang Jingming and Sang Yu in gratitude, "Thank you, thank you both."
Sang Yu removed her gaze from the man, looked at the woman: "It's alright, just check if the child is hurt."
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Comrade, are you alright?" Another man, after tying up the trafficker, looked at Sang Yu and asked.
Sang Yu shook her head: "I'm fine."
"Good that you're fine. We'll take this trafficker to the police station now," the man said.
Sang Yu nodded: "Alright."
Then she unintentionally glanced at Jiang Jingming again.
By chance, their gazes met once more.
Sang Yu quickly looked away, clutched her small bag tight, and turned to leave.
Jiang Jingming watched Sang Yu's departing back, feeling a bit frustrated.
He already had a fiancée, how could he be moved by someone else?
If it were like this, what face would he have to face his fiancée?
"Boss?" The man beside him waved a hand in front of Jiang Jingming.
Jiang Jingming gathered his thoughts, turned to the man, and said: "Take the person back."
The man was speechless, he had just said that, what was the boss lost in thought about? So engrossed?
The man picked up the trafficker on the ground, followed in Jiang Jingming's footsteps.
"Boss, don't you think that girl was particularly beautiful?" Lin Wen asked.
He just recalled, that girl was really pretty, like a little rabbit.
Jiang Jingming's mind flashed back to that girl's face, indeed beautiful, especially those eyes.
"I wonder if that girl has someone, should have left an information note," Lin Wen lamented.
Jiang Jingming suddenly stopped, looked at Lin Wen, and said in a serious tone, "Lin Wen!"
"Present!" Lin Wen instinctively stood at attention.
"You must not casually discuss female comrades outside!" Jiang Jingming's expression was stern.
Lin Wen said, "Yes, captain!"
Jiang Jingming was finally satisfied and continued walking.
Lin Wen felt the captain seemed a bit odd.
But indeed, discussing female comrades wasn't good, damaging their reputation.
Unexpectedly, the captain was someone who cared about female comrades.
...
After parting with Jiang Jingming and the others, Sang Yu continued walking on the street.
These days, finding a job was really difficult.
Yes, Sang Yu wanted to find a job in this place, otherwise, how would she support herself?
You couldn't rely on others, only on yourself.
Once she saved enough money, she would leave here, she wanted to go to Beijing.
To buy a courtyard house, wait for it to increase in value, then she'd be a little rich woman.
But after making a big circle, she still didn't see any place hiring.
She walked till she was a bit tired, found a bookstore to sit, and suddenly saw a newspaper office across the street.
She suddenly recalled, during this era, you could directly submit articles to newspapers and receive a fee.
Although her writing wasn't good, she could draw.
She could draw comics.
Sang Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, yes, drawing comics, she could submit comics to the newspaper.
Instantly, she was motivated, went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy pencils and paper, limited by conditions, she could only start with simple sketches.
Even so, she spent all the remaining money she had.
But as long as she could buy materials, she wasn't afraid of later income being cut off.
After buying the items, she headed home, only to hear what sounded like a quarrel at home.
She vaguely heard Chen Jinlan's scolding voice too.
Sang Yu was a bit curious and slowly walked upstairs.
They were living in a three-story tube-shaped apartment, with a lot of people gathered by the door, and by the stairs, seemingly watching the commotion.
Someone saw Sang Yu, "Sang Yu, you're back?"
Sang Yu nodded: "Aunt, what's going on?"
The aunt looked at Sang Yu and said: "What else? Seems like your cousin brought a man home, said she's going to marry him, your aunt is about to be furious."
Man? Sang Yu was shocked!
Sang Yu: "If I end it like this, can I attract anyone? I don't even know if it can attract people. The author said she wants to change to an attractive ending, handed the task to me, but how would I know how to end it? The author is a bit crazy.
Let's do this, everyone take it as doing a good deed, on my part, watch a performance by me, Sang Yu: drawing."
Ten hours later
Sang Yu: "Alright, I've drawn everyone's portrait, along with wishing all of you great wealth!"
Song Jiajia: "Ignore her, the author has gone crazy writing."
Sang Yu: "I am too, but I'm her dear daughter, don't dare say more, afraid she'll write me off."
Song Jiajia: ...