Only after the two figures had walked far away did Lin Huiru step out.
How did Mu Wanwan end up here? And who was the man beside her?
She had seen clearly just now—Mu Wanwan and that man were chatting and laughing, looking unusually close. They had even walked out of the same house together. A single man and woman alone in one room… A smile slowly spread across Lin Huiru’s face.
She had only come to visit a classmate today, yet she had stumbled upon such a valuable discovery—catching Mu Wanwan in what looked like an affair with another man.
No wonder Mu Wanwan had been acting differently lately. Before, whenever she used Wen Lin to provoke her, Mu Wanwan would become agitated.
So it turned out she had fallen for another man.
Even heaven seemed to be helping her.
She had to make good use of this matter. If handled properly, she might soon get exactly what she wanted.
After parting ways with Ju Bairan, Mu Wanwan originally planned to go home to cook lunch. But as she passed by Xinhua Newspaper Agency, she noticed a recruitment notice posted outside:
High salary offered for one English translator.
She stopped in her tracks immediately.
These days, hardly anyone knew English, so translators were usually paid quite well.
Although she had been self-taught in her previous life, she had always had a knack for languages. By listening to the radio and studying books, she could handle simple translations.
She had planned to apply for university later and major in English. If she could take on translation work now, she could both earn more money and improve her English skills.
Her eyes lit up at the thought.
Without hesitation, she walked into the newspaper office.
Several staff members looked up at the sound of the door.
A middle-aged man wearing glasses froze briefly when he saw her face, then quickly stood and approached her with enthusiasm.
“Are you here to buy newspapers or books?”
Most visitors came for those two things.
Mu Wanwan shook her head. “I’m not here to buy anything. I saw the recruitment notice outside for an English translator and wanted to give it a try.”
“You’re applying to be an English translator?” The man sounded surprised.
“Yes.”
“Alright, then come meet our chief editor. You’ll need to pass his test.”
The man, Wang Yuan, didn’t really believe a young girl like her could be that proficient in English. He assumed she probably knew a few words and thought highly of herself.
Still, given how pretty she was, he brought her to the editor’s office.
“Editor Song, this comrade is here to apply for the English translator position.”
Song Ming looked up and assessed Mu Wanwan briefly.
“Wang Yuan, you may step out.”
“Alright.”
Once Wang Yuan left, Song Ming pointed to a stack of documents nearby.
“These are the materials we need translated. Let me be clear—you may attempt to translate one page. There’s an English dictionary over there.
But if I’m not satisfied, I won’t pay you anything.”
The material was not simple. It contained a large number of technical terms. Translating it without relying on a dictionary was nearly impossible.
Translation wasn’t just about recognizing words—it was about reorganizing them into coherent, fluent language.
Quite a few applicants had come these past days, but none had satisfied him.
Seeing how young Mu Wanwan was, Song Ming didn’t hold much hope.
“No problem!”
Without hesitation, Mu Wanwan took a page, found a seat, and began translating.
She was fully focused. Fortunately, her memory was excellent. Most of what she had learned in her previous life remained intact.
There were still technical and unfamiliar words she didn’t know.
It took her half an hour to complete the page.
“Editor Song, I’ve finished. Please see if it’s acceptable.”
She felt slightly unsure. After all, her English had been self-taught. Back then, Wen Lin often didn’t come home, and she had listened to the radio to pass the time, gradually turning it into a hobby.
Her level surely couldn’t compare to that of trained professionals.
So fast?
Song Ming frowned. Was she just being careless? That attitude alone lowered his expectations.
But when he read her translation, his expression changed instantly. Surprise flashed in his eyes.
“Who taught you translation? This is excellent!”
Mu Wanwan was startled. Judging by his reaction, her translation was quite good?
“I didn’t study under anyone. I just taught myself for a while.”
“Self-taught?” Song Ming’s eyes widened.
She nodded.
“That’s incredible! Alright—the position is yours. One yuan per page translated.
I currently have quite a lot of material. You can translate here or take it home, as long as you submit the finished drafts on time.”
Editor Song made the decision immediately.
“Thank you, Editor Song! I’ll take it home to translate and bring it back as soon as possible.
May I borrow this English dictionary as well?”
English dictionaries were hard to come by. With one in hand, she could do much better work.
“Of course. Take it home.”
Song Ming agreed readily and even walked her out personally.
Wang Yuan found it unbelievable. Had that young girl really been hired?
Then again, if he would have more chances to see such a beautiful girl in the future, he didn’t mind at all.
By the time Mu Wanwan returned home, it was already past eleven.
Song Tingyu, who had been chatting with Wen Lin in the bedroom, heard the sound and came out. The moment he saw Mu Wanwan, his face darkened.
“Are you even capable of taking care of someone? You were gone for so long and left Lao Wen home alone. What if something had happened?”
Upon hearing that Wen Lin was injured, Song Tingyu had rushed over immediately. Seeing Wen Lin alone at home had made him furious—clearly, Mu Wanwan hadn’t been attentive.
Mu Wanwan ignored him and walked straight into the kitchen.
Song Tingyu wanted to follow but was stopped by Wen Lin.
“Lao Wen! I think she never truly liked you. She just wanted to cling to you for a better life!
Before, she followed you around constantly, caring about every little thing. But now that you’re injured, she doesn’t bother. Has she dropped the act now that she’s achieved her goal?”
Song Tingyu was convinced Mu Wanwan had ulterior motives from the start.
“Song Tingyu, shut up.”
Wen Lin’s voice was cold and sharp.