The Kitty Became a Cutie and Was Pampered in the 80s
Chapter 391: Class Favorite (8)_1

Chapter 391: Chapter 391: Class Favorite (8)_1

"Ruan Lei, you’re talking nonsense. We just had dinner at eldest uncle’s house last night. Why are you always making things up?" They had all gone to the apartment building for a meal last night to celebrate for Shu Lang.

"As if you’d die if you didn’t argue with me!" Little Fatty was also getting worked up, glaring at Ruan Wei.

Ruan Wei pursed his lips, feeling wronged. He wasn’t making things up at all.

Ruan Jiaojiao laughed from the sidelines, picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks, and comforted him, "Brother, you should eat." She didn’t know why, but out of her nine brothers, although all were smart and savvy, it seemed only Ruan Wei was born a beat slow, always getting picked on by his younger brothers.

Ruan Wei looked at the meat in his bowl and felt a little better, continuing to eat his meal with relish.

The Ruanlin matriarch watched from the side, constantly complaining about how ugly they ate and how much they had, yet her eyes were full of love.

Ruan Jiaojiao looked at this one, and then at that one, her lips curving up unconsciously. At this moment, she felt so blissfully happy, wishing time could just stop right here.

For the first time, she felt a deep yearning. She wished time would freeze and not move forward because the scenes from her dreams and the premonitions from who-knows-where filled her with dread.

She—was afraid.

Afraid of the original host’s consciousness, the venomous look in those eyes, and above all... a deep-rooted resistance to Shu Jiao.

Thus, she cherished her current life all the more.

——

The day Shu Jiao came back was September 10th, coincidentally Teacher’s Day, the weekend, and also the auspicious opening day Qian Xiabai had calculated.

For Ruan Jianguo’s sake, to make a good show, Ruan Jianmin, Ruan Jianjun, and Ruan Jiandang from the three branches also took leave that day to help out at Ruan Jianguo’s restaurant.

Ruan Jianjun was a chef by profession, so of course, he was going to help out.

However, the chef Ruan Jianguo hired was not him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Ruan Jianjun, but he was unsure whether the restaurant would take off or if the business would be good. Ruan Jianjun already had a great job now, with a high salary and plenty of perks, a cushy position that others couldn’t even dream of. So, without certainty, he naturally didn’t want to ask him to come back to help himself.

The two brothers had a frank discussion about it. Ruan Jianjun expressed his understanding, and Du Qing had no objections either. They knew Ruan Jianguo truly had their best interests at heart. Besides, their current jobs had been secured through Shu Jiao’s efforts in the first place.

She was more grateful than anything else. There was no room for complaints.

Only Wu Le had a bit of a hidden agenda.

She was currently working at a textile factory. The job was exhausting, the pay low, and the holidays scarce. She had always envied Du Qing’s job with its high salary and leisurely pace, but her relationship with Shu Jiao had been lukewarm at best. Plus, she never imagined Shu Jiao to be so capable, so she didn’t make an effort to ingratiate herself.

Her current job was found by her own family. When she married into the Ruan family, Du Qing was unemployed, and she felt superior for it. Little did she expect she would end up being placed in the supply and marketing cooperative by Shu Jiao.

That was a cushy job many envied.

Now, seeing that the eldest branch had not only built their apartment building but also opened a restaurant, it would be a lie to say she wasn’t harboring some thoughts. Yet, for the moment, she kept them to herself, waiting to see how things went. If the restaurant did well, she thought of asking Ruan Jianguo for a job—you know, waiting tables or something. After all, hiring strangers costs money too, right? Why not hire her?

With these thoughts in mind, Wu Le was very enthusiastic in helping with the restaurant opening.