Chapter 784

After saying these words, Jiang Wan didn't even have the intention of waiting for Sang Juan's response and turned to leave.

Only then did Sang Juan notice that Jiang Wan was wearing a wool coat, a thick scarf wrapped around her neck, and the material of the hat on her head was also extremely good; it looked warm.

Just looking at her slender back, who could have imagined that this was the same Jiang Wan who used to have clothes covered in patches and could only gnaw on cornmeal buns with pickled vegetables for lunch?

The sky was filled with howling cold wind, and Sang Juan stood blankly by the pavilion.

A gust of cold wind poured into her collar, making her already cold heart feel as if it had been sprinkled with another layer of ice.

For a moment, she even became dazed, feeling that everything before her eyes was unreal.

The whole world seemed covered in a thin veil, unclear and intangible; a wave of dizziness surged up, and she had no choice but to lean against a pillar and sit on the cold wooden chair.

Little Cangcang flew to tell Lu Qiao: 【Little Master, after Jiang Wan left, Sang Juan didn't go anywhere; she just kept sitting in the pavilion.】

Lu Qiao had no choice but to put on her down jacket, fasten her hat, go downstairs, and head straight for the guard room.

The dormitory manager, Wang Laoshi, was not there, and her bicycle was leaning against the corner of the wall.

Actually, she used to put her bike outside, or secretly put it into her space when no one was around.

But this time, it was a coincidence—

The Beidu Instant Noodle Branch Factory had merged with the Pickled Vegetable Factory; the workshop of the Pickled Vegetable Factory remained, but a large piece of open space was allocated to the Instant Noodle Factory.

The General Food Factory was originally unhappy, but it couldn't withstand Old Min's thick skin; he ran to the higher-level leaders every day, pestering them with soft and hard tactics, and in the end, the leaders had to admit defeat and give that piece of land to the Instant Noodle Factory.

The General Factory had explicit regulations on land use, but Old Min didn't care; once the land was in hand, he wanted to build a workshop, and naturally, he had to recruit workers.

Wang Laoshi, the dormitory manager, had a daughter who had just returned from Inner Mongolia; she had spent several years herding horses and sheep on the grasslands, and her academic studies had long been thrown to the ends of the earth; she hadn't even participated in last year's exam.

Beidu was different from other places; although there were many factories, there were even more children of employees, and wanting to arrange a job was harder than ascending to heaven.

Positions for temporary workers all required relying on connections and going through the back door; in earlier years, a job sold for three hundred yuan, and nowadays, three thousand couldn't buy one.

Lu Qiao knew the situation of Wang Laoshi's family and told her about this opportunity at the first moment; if there was a suitable candidate, she should sign up quickly; if the political review was qualified, she had a few special recruitment quotas in her hands.

Wang Laoshi originally didn't want to use this favor, but opportunity knocks but once. Her daughter had learned almost no culture in Inner Mongolia, and being able to enter the Instant Noodle Factory as a worker was a good thing that countless people couldn't even beg for.

Consequently, Wang Laoshi's daughter became a specially recruited worker for the Instant Noodle Factory; once the news spread, countless people were envious. Special recruitment and normal recruitment were just different.

Because of this connection, Lu Qiao's bicycle was placed in the corner of the dormitory management office, and strangely, no one dared to gossip.

Lu Qiao took a look; it should have been related to the fact that many bicycles were parked here. However, Lu Qiao's position was the best.

At this time, the door to the dormitory management office was open. Little Cangcang told Lu Qiao that Wang Laoshi had gone to the restroom. Lu Qiao then pushed her bicycle out of the dormitory building and rode toward the pavilion by the lake.

Little Cangcang landed on her shoulder, and Lu Qiao rode very fast. The wind was particularly strong today, and she knew clearly in her heart that if it weren't for her special constitution, this wind would have long since made it impossible for anyone to ride.

Lu Qiao tilted her head and took a look at the little fellow on her shoulder—Little Cangcang's claws were like they had been installed with a thousand-pound weight; logically speaking, such a strong wind should have blown it away long ago, but its little claws were firmly gripping the down jacket, motionless.

Twenty-some minutes later, Lu Qiao rode to the pavilion by the lake and just happened to see two male students walking toward that side.

Lu Qiao didn't want Sang Juan to be disturbed, so she rang the bicycle bell—the bell sound was particularly crisp and bright, "ding-a-ling," traveling very far, like a car horn.

The bell sound made the two boys turn their heads in unison, and it also made Sang Juan, who was sitting blankly in the pavilion, stir; she saw Lu Qiao riding her bicycle toward this side.

Lu Qiao pretended to see her inadvertently and said: "Oh my, Sang Juan, I thought you had gone home; so you were sitting here? Hurry up and get on the bike, I'll take you to a place."

Lu Qiao's words seemed to carry magic; as the words fell, Sang Juan had already stood up from the cold wooden chair and walked toward her.

Lu Qiao grabbed her hand, and the warmth of the space was silently transmitted over...

This silly girl, if she kept freezing like this, there would really be problems.

Her body had already been affected by the cold.

Lu Qiao patted the back seat of the bicycle: "In a moment, I'll ride up first; once I've ridden steadily, you jump on. Can you do that?"

Sang Juan rubbed her frozen hands, hesitated for a moment, but still nodded: "As long as you don't ride too fast, I can definitely get on."

Lu Qiao said with a smile: "This actually reminds me of something from before; one time, I was taking a walk with my Qin Hengzhi, and we saw a young man with his newlywed wife. At first, the two walked while pushing the bike, and later they prepared to ride back.

The young man rode the bicycle up first, thinking his wife would sit directly on the back seat, but who would have thought the wife hesitated for a moment, and the bicycle rode forward several meters. When the young man stopped, the wife prepared to jump on, and as a result, she jumped—pop, and fell on her bottom."

Sang Juan's mood had been terrible, but she was amused by Lu Qiao's vivid description. But as soon as she finished laughing, thinking of the frustrating matters at home, the smile on her face disappeared completely in an instant; her chest felt like it was pressed by a stone, and even breathing wasn't smooth; that feeling of suffocation was truly uncomfortable.

She asked with a hoarse voice: "Don't worry, I know how to sit on this seat."

Lu Qiao mounted the bicycle and felt that Sang Juan had indeed jumped on easily. Subsequently, she carried Sang Juan and rode toward the apartment where Feng Zihan lived.

To tell the truth, Sang Juan had never been to this apartment area. Standing at the entrance, she was somewhat surprised and uncertain.

Lu Qiao patted her arm: "Don't worry, there won't be any problems coming here. I've already told the school leaders that I'm going home for half a month during the winter break, and during this half month, you have to help me look after Feng Zihan more. Her situation is a bit special, and she depends on her brother for survival. And most importantly, who knows, maybe one day, her father will come from Hong Kong to find Sun Lao for medical treatment."

Sang Juan's attention was attracted by Lu Qiao's words; for a moment, she almost forgot about Jiang Wan coming to find her, and asked curiously: "Lu Qiao, that very powerful Sun Lao you mentioned, who cured Chairman Zhen's son, is it him?"

Lu Qiao nodded: "That's right, it's him. You don't need to do anything special; just come and see her every two or three days."

Sang Juan nodded immediately: "As long as it's allowed, I can come every day."

Lu Qiao had a smile on her face: "Let's go, I'll take you to see Zihan."

Consequently, Sang Juan followed Lu Qiao into the Begonia Apartment.

Lu Qiao was free to enter and exit here.

Not only was it approved from above, but even the old butler, Uncle An, liked Lu Qiao coming.

When she came, not only was the young lady happy, but the young master was even happier...