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Chapter 7: Saving Little White Flower in Workplace (7)

After sending her resume, all that was left was anxious waiting.

Shen Qingwei clutched her phone, checking it every two minutes to see if there was an email notification or to confirm the phone’s volume was on, ensuring she wouldn’t miss a call or message due to it being on silent.

Time ticked by slowly.

Shen’s mother left after lunch for her part-time cleaning jobs, working at several households in a day. With her gone, Shen Qingwei was alone in her room.

After another disappointment, Shen Qingwei, holding her phone, collapsed onto the bed in frustration.

Usually, a resume might get a response within an hour if lucky, but if unlucky, it could go unnoticed by HR for days.

Lying there for a bit, her phone felt like a lifeless stone, silent as ever. She rolled over, got up, and reopened her laptop, which she had closed earlier.

“Zhao… Xing… Yue.”

Typing Zhao Xingyue’s name into the search bar one character at a time, she hit enter. In less than a second, the webpage refreshed with numerous links related to Zhao Xingyue.

How exceptional could one person be?

Graduating from the world’s top university in a top program, invited back as an outstanding alumna to give a speech within three years, with a dedicated display room in the university’s history museum showcasing her awards and certificates from her student days.

After thoroughly reviewing Zhao Xingyue’s resume, Shen Qingwei suddenly felt her own status as an outstanding S University graduate was utterly insignificant in comparison.

She found a video of Zhao Xingyue’s speech at her alma mater. The website showed it had millions of views, with the comment section filled with reactions and remarks about how many times people had rewatched it.

Shen Qingwei scrolled through two pages and found someone claiming to have watched it 203 times, once a week, ever since the video was uploaded.

In the video, Zhao Xingyue looked younger, with a hint of baby fat on her face and large, round eyes, brimming with the vitality of youth as she spoke.

Shen Qingwei recalled reading that Zhao Xingyue had started school young, skipped grades, and was not yet twenty when she graduated. So, in this speech given three years later, she was probably around twenty years old.

Shen Qingwei gazed at the woman in the video, about her own age—

She was so spirited and confident, as if all obstacles and difficulties were merely stepping stones destined to be crushed under her high heels.

The video left Shen Qingwei’s heart racing.

S University had many outstanding women—her seniors, professors, and even classmates were never short of talent. But none had ever inspired her like Zhao Xingyue, igniting a deep yearning to become someone like her, to stand by her side as an equal.

Suddenly, her silent phone rang.

Fumbling to close the laptop, Shen Qingwei held the phone to her ear, cautiously saying, “Hello…”

“Hello, this is XX Insurance—”

Click.

Shen Qingwei slammed the hang-up button, her expression sour.

What a waste of her excitement!

Zhao Xingyue, watching this scene, nearly spit out her coffee.

If she wanted, she could hear everything on Shen Qingwei’s end, including the phone call, so she caught the half-spoken sales pitch just as Shen Qingwei did.

She knew why Shen Qingwei was so excited to answer the call and understood her disappointment now. But Zhao’s, as a company with strict procedures, had a fixed process for screening and notifying candidates. It wouldn’t bend just because of the president’s word.

Besides, while she had promised Shen Qingwei a job at Zhao’s, she never guaranteed which department she’d join.

Good positions went to the capable. If Shen Qingwei had the skills to impress the interviewers, she’d naturally get a role and salary matching her abilities. If she was truly a naive little white flower with no skills, the company had plenty of idle positions.

The unexpected insurance sales call disappointed Shen Qingwei deeply, but it wasn’t entirely bad. After hanging up, she noticed her nerves had calmed. When the real notification call came, she was able to take two deep breaths and answer calmly.

“Hello, this is the Zhao Group…”

Zhao Xingyue, propping her chin, observed the phone interview.

Shen Qingwei performed better than expected. Though her personality was soft, her professional skills were solid. Her academic knowledge was thorough, showing strong learning ability and diligence.

The interviewer was clearly satisfied, and with instructions from above, they promptly scheduled an in-person interview for the next day.

“Nine o’clock? Okay, no problem, I’ll be there. Thank you.”

Hanging up, Shen Qingwei let out a long breath, unable to stop smiling. She fell back onto the bed, overwhelmed with unprecedented happiness and satisfaction.

How to describe it? This felt even better than when she got her first interview call from Zhou’s!

Tomorrow, she’d go to Zhao’s. She wondered if she’d see Zhao Xingyue, or if Zhao Xingyue would remember her. She was so busy—she might have forgotten… No, no, she wouldn’t. Shen Qingwei recalled a Weibo post she’d seen while searching for Zhao Xingyue, where an employee marveled that Zhao Xingyue remembered their name after meeting only once at a company meeting.

With such a good memory, Zhao Xingyue couldn’t possibly forget her.

Thinking that Zhao Xingyue remembered her, sweet bubbles fizzed in Shen Qingwei’s heart. She pulled the blanket over her face, rolled around a few times, and giggled muffledly into it.

All this excitement over a single interview call, without even knowing if she’d get the job?

Zhao Xingyue thought Shen Qingwei’s threshold for excitement was hilariously low.

But it was amusing.

Perhaps it was exactly this personality that kept Shen Qingwei from turning bitter and vengeful, becoming a malicious ghost seeking revenge in the human world, even after enduring so much torment from Zhou Yongjia. Instead, she arrived at the Underworld with resentment and confusion, seeking answers.

Zhao Xingyue couldn’t give her answers but could give her a new life.

A life without Zhou Yongjia, one that matched her destined path.

…

Around eight o’clock, Shen’s mother unlocked the door.

Her eyes were filled with exhaustion, but her face carried a smile. “Xiaowei, look what I brought you!”

She held a plastic bag with a few pieces of charcoal-grilled pig’s trotters.

“We ate late at Sister Liu’s today. I arrived just as they started dinner, and she insisted I eat with them. These trotters were leftovers, and she told me to finish them, but I thought you hadn’t eaten yet, so I brought them back for you.”

Bringing home leftovers from others wasn’t new for Shen’s mother. When Shen Qingwei was younger, she found it embarrassing—her family wasn’t starving, so why take food from others? Now, grown up, she saw her mother’s heartfelt intentions.

The leftovers Shen’s mother brought back were delicacies they could rarely afford, maybe once a month. Each time, she claimed she’d eaten at her employer’s, never touching the food herself, leaving it all for Shen Qingwei.

When she was younger and naive, Shen Qingwei complained but believed her mother, eating everything clean. Now, she didn’t buy it.

Her mother might have eaten at the employer’s, but with her personality, she’d be lucky to have picked up a few bites of vegetables, let alone meat.

Shen Qingwei put the meat in a bowl, sat her mother at the table, and took a bowl of cold rice from lunch, soaking it with hot water. She sat down at the table.

“One piece each, our bond stays strong. This one’s for you, this one’s for me.”

Shen’s mother said, “Oh, I already ate.”

Shen Qingwei played coy. “You ate, but you still have to eat. If you don’t, I won’t either. Your call.”

Shen’s mother hesitated. “Then… I’ll take the small one?”

Shen Qingwei agreed readily. “Deal.” Then she quickly grabbed two larger pieces, both mostly bone.

After a satisfying dinner, Shen Qingwei fell asleep filled with anticipation for tomorrow.

Those with hope always wake earlier than others. Before dawn, Shen Qingwei tiptoed out of bed.

Old houses had poor soundproofing—any noise could be heard by everyone under the same roof.

Her mother, older and a light sleeper, was affected by her illness and medications, making it hard to fall back asleep once woken, leaving her tired all day. So Shen Qingwei was careful not to disturb her.

Applying subtle, professional makeup, Shen Qingwei made faces at herself in the mirror, then stood and spun around, checking if her outfit was appropriate.

Just before leaving, her heart suddenly raced.

Ignoring her high heels, Shen Qingwei clattered to the balcony, grabbed the clothes she’d washed and hung last night, and hugged them, rubbing her face against them.

Zhao Xingyue, please bless her to pass this interview.

Watching this, Zhao Xingyue’s eyes softened like water touched by a spring breeze.