1547: C1547 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1475

C1547 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1475

The slender fingers paused for a moment, then knocked on it, "I once stayed in the United Kingdom for half a year, and I have a good ability to read and write, and also have the ability to handle matters independently."

She spent half a day writing down her resume, then went to the printing shop next to the coffee shop and typed up her resume before hurrying to the company that wanted to interview her.

She didn't know what to do. A car that was about to reverse stopped and stretched out her head. She waved at the car and said, "I've never seen your car before. It's here for some business."

Ding Yiyi nodded at him and smiled. "It's a pity there's no parking space."

"There's more up front, but you might not be able to find it if you're not a staff member of this building. Come here, I'll go there." The man glanced at her Porsche, smiled and said, "No need to delay it, I like it a lot. Although I can't drive, but I'm willing to give way to it."

Ding Yiyi was amused by this mysterious person and his inexplicable reasons. She watched as the other party drove off in the opposite direction, no longer evading the rescue.

In the meeting room, a woman brought her a cup of tea, "Sorry, sorry, please wait a little longer, the interviewer has something to deal with, so he will be five minutes late."

"Alright." Ding Yiyi smiled at her, then sat back in her seat and waited patiently.

The door was pushed open. "Sorry I'm late." A clear and bright voice rang out, followed by a figure walking over to the table opposite Ding Yiyi. When the figure saw her, it was stunned for a moment.

That man was the one who made way for Ding Yiyi. They were stunned as they didn't expect him to be far away from the interviewer.

"Hello." He smiled and stretched out his hand, then added, "It's fate."

"Yeah." Ding Yiyi smiled and shook hands with her.

After the two sat down, the secretary closed the door, leaving the two of them space to communicate. The man flipped through her establishment, then put his hands together on the table, "Let me introduce our company. Our company is in the clothing market in Europe and the United States, I'm the vice president of the company.

Ding Yiyi nodded. "I've been in England for half a year, so my ability to read and write is pretty good."

The man nodded, opened her resume and read for a while. Then he picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, "Our job is pretty tiring. Sometimes, after we come back from one country, we have to leave for another country before the jet lag returns. It's really tiring."

"It doesn't matter. There is no job that isn't hard. I'm ready." After Ding Yiyi finished speaking, she noticed a trace of uneasiness flashing across her eyes.

The man took another sip of his coffee, then pushed her resume up to her and lifted the frame that slid down his nose. "Let's put it this way, Miss Ding. What we need is an employee who can work for a long time, not a rich young lady who plays in a company because her family is rich and boring."

Ding Yiyi's heart ached as she stared at the resume in the middle of the table. It turned out that the other party thought that she was only applying to this company because she was bored and had no intention of interviewing him from the start.

"Sorry for delaying your interview." She stood up, leaned forward to take her resume in her hand, turned around and said, "Perhaps I don't meet the requirements of your company to recruit this position, but I know that it takes time and effort for a company to recruit a person. I won't simply apply for a position just because I want to play around."

After she finished speaking, she quickly walked out of the door. She even almost brought down the trash can at the door, which attracted quite a few people to look in her direction.

After returning home, she tiredly threw her purse on the sofa. Looking at the empty room, she remembered that Ye Nianmo said that he couldn't come back for the overtime meeting.

Was it because he had nothing to say to her or even because he didn't want to talk to her? This thought was too terrifying. She couldn't help but tremble, wanting to give herself more information, but she didn't know what to do.

She was lying on the sofa, air-conditioned and not at all hot, the cool wind blowing on her cheeks as if she were stretching out the pores of a hot day.

I was wrong not to leave Hai Ziyu alone in the car. I had to tell him that, but I also didn't regret what I had done. Every life was precious. She thought about what she had to say to him later, and fell asleep at the same time.

Ye Nianmo had a full day's worth of meetings. He stopped the car in the garage and walked towards the door. When he saw the faint light shining through the window, his footsteps paused slightly.

On this day, whenever he had free time, he would think of her. He would think of her smile and acting like a spoiled child. Occasionally, he would think of her tears. If it weren't for the reason holding him tight, he thought, he might have abandoned everything to come back to her and kiss her.

He went inside and saw his beloved woman curled up on the sofa, sleeping. She was still wearing the dress she wore during the day, and her high heels were still on as well. From the looks of it, she was rather tired.

He walked over to her and bent slightly over her sleeping form. The other person was sleeping soundly, and the cold air seemed to have turned cold. She grabbed the pillow in her arms and shrank back against the sofa.

He sat on the sofa with her legs on his lap and helped her take off her shoes. Then he put them neatly on the floor in the corner of the sofa.

"Bastard." The person that was sleeping suddenly let out a mumbling sound. She hugged her pillow and fell asleep. Feeling a hand reaching down from her neck, she slowly woke up.

Ye Nianmo still kept his posture of bending down to pick her up. Due to the posture, the two of them were very close. When she looked up, she saw his chin.0

Seeing that she had woken up, he stopped and stood up straight. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Go to your room and sleep. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Ding Yiyi glanced at the clock. When she thought that he could work late because he wanted to avoid meeting her, she felt infuriated.

"I'm not feeling well today. I want to sleep alone." He jumped up from the sofa and realized that his high heels had been neatly placed on the table. She looked at him and saw that his lips were tightly pursed. She panicked and left with her handbag.

Back in her room, she threw herself on her bed. Her mind was extremely clear, without a single bit of sleepiness. Her ears subconsciously listened for any movement outside.

She heard steady footsteps coming up the stairs, as if by reflex, to the door of the room, and then the footsteps stopped, and then the sound began again, and she walked away.

There were no lights on in the room, and her shiny black eyes were beautiful in the dark, like the finest obsidian inlaid in a doll.

It wasn't until morning that she finally fell asleep, but a few hours later, she woke up abruptly. When she opened her eyes, she looked at the time and saw that it was breakfast time.

She went downstairs and found Ye Nianmo still sitting at the dining table, with rice porridge and fried dough sticks in front of him. Sitting at the other end of the table, no one spoke to each other. The air was filled with the breath of silence.

"I'm done eating." Ye Nianmo got up and picked up his suit jacket. He walked in front of her and tried to touch her hair, but she dodged.

His hand went stiff in the air, then was quickly withdrawn, followed by the sound of his shoes striking the floor.

When Ye Nianmo left, Ding Yiyi picked up her spoon and took a sip of congee. However, she couldn't feel the taste of the congee in her mouth.

She was pleased with herself, for she had his compromises, and she had avoided them, had refused them, had held on to the victory, and, soon, the success had turned into a confused regret, she rose and walked quickly to the door.

When she opened the door, she could see the silhouette of the car leaving the front door. She didn't chase him, but stood quietly by the door, her eyes full of regret and self-blame.

At the corner, the car did not drive away. Ye Nianmo sat in the driver's seat and watched everything through the rearview mirror. Her chagrin, her remorse, and her eagerness to stay were all absorbed into his mind until she turned and walked back to her room. He drove away again.

When Ding Yiyi returned to the house, her heart was still very sad. It was as if all the strength in her body had been wrenched out of her body, and the things in her hands felt like they weighed at least a thousand pounds.

The doorbell rang, and she jumped up, her calm heart pounding again, thinking, 'Is it him? Is he back? Did something fall? '

Without much time to think, she eagerly ran downstairs and opened the door with an uncontrollable joy. When she saw the cleaning staff at the entrance, her bright smile turned into a wry smile.

The cleaning staff had never seen such a pleasant surprise on the face of a gentle lady, so he could not help but speak up, "Madam, I'm here to clean up."

"Okay, please come in." Ding Yiyi opened the door to let him in. When she saw that he was starting to clean up the table in an orderly manner, she went upstairs …

Just as he went upstairs, he heard the phone ring. "Hello, may I ask if this is Miss Ding?"

"Yes, hello." Ding Yiyi thought that it might be an interview and felt a bit nervous.

"We are personnel department of Great Ocean Jewelry International Co., Ltd., and we have received your application for an interview. When do you have the time to come over for an interview?"

"I have the time right now. If your company has no problems with the timing, I can go for an interview today."

After a few hasty words with the other party and the time of the interview, Ding Yiyi rushed out. This time, she didn't drive, but chose to take the bus to the interview instead.

In the meeting room, a well-groomed woman with large glasses flipped open her resume. "I think your specialty is jewelry design, so why did you apply for a senior translator?"

"I think I can qualify for the position of senior translator." Ding Yiyi knew that the other party would ask, so she answered confidently.

The other looked at her. "We actually have a position of assistant designer now. If you had two choices, which one would you choose?"

Without any hesitation, Ding Yiyi blurted out, "Advanced Translator". Her heart thumped as she finished her sentence, as if she had already answered something that went against her heart's wishes.

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