Yu Shulan rolled her eyes several times at those words, but ultimately didn’t say anything else nasty.

Inside the Luo family, they were all in the reception room. The dining table had been turned into a temporary office desk, covered with draft paper, books, and dictionaries.

Ma Yi’er was frowning at several printed sheets of paper in front of her, with a few crumpled sheets of paper discarded by her hand, as if she had hit a roadblock.

Luo Qiaorong looked up from the dining table, her expression weary: “You two are here? Have you eaten?”

“We have.” Sheng Weixia looked at the scene and asked, “Are you working? Is there anything I can help with?”

Luo Qiaorong asked them to sit down and pushed a small stack of papers towards her: “Then I’ll be shameless and ask you to help. This chapter is a little easier, Xia, you try to translate it.”

She smiled apologetically, “It’s my fault for slacking off during the holidays, now I have to catch up. Don’t worry about the style or wording, just translate it plainly. I’ll polish it up later.”

Hearing this, Sheng Weixia sat down and took the paper, Yu Shulan was unhappy: “If you guys are all working, what am I supposed to do for fun?”

Ma Yi’er was still annoyed about the sentence she was stuck on, raised her eyebrows and said rudely: “Aunt Rong said we came to help, little kid, go away!”

“Alright, alright.” Luo Qiaorong waved her hand. “Shulan, go to my study and find a novel to read. If you’re bored, I’ll have the driver send you back.”

“It’s so boring to go back!” Yu Shulan refused.

Sheng Weixia had already started writing, her head didn’t lift: “Didn’t you have to do your exercises? How many have you done?”

Hearing this, Yu Shulan instantly wilted and obediently took out her exercise book and stationery box from her bag.

This stark contrast even made Ma Yi’er look up: “Yu Shi made Yu Shulan do exercises? And he even set a limit? Is the sun rising from the west?”

“What?” Sheng Weixia still didn’t look up, her pen tip swished across the draft paper, making a rhythmic, crackling sound.

“Yu Shi only has one sentence for Yu Shulan: The Yu family can afford to support a useless person!” Ma Yi’er said in a deep voice, mimicking Yu Shi’s cold face reprimanding someone.

“Ma Yi’er!”

Sheng Weixia finally paused and glanced at Yu Shulan’s exercises. Good heavens, she had only done one set of English multiple-choice questions in a whole night: “If you keep arguing, you won’t finish.”

There were still five days before school started. Doing one set a day might be easy for an ordinary senior high school student, but judging from Yu Shi’s limited requirements, it wasn’t easy at all.

This sentence seemed like a spell, sealing Yu Shulan’s endless retorts. She shut her mouth and started doing her homework.

Luo Qiaorong was surprised: “Wow, I thought it was Yu Shi speaking, it’s so effective.”

What happened, why could Yu Shulan actually listen so well?

Yu Shulan mumbled with a look of indignation: “I’m being magnanimous!”

The living room returned to silence, only the sounds of turning pages and writing could be heard, occasionally mixed with a sigh from Ma Yi’er.

At noon, the maid came out and asked Luo Qiaorong if it was time for dinner. She rubbed her sore shoulders and neck, surprised to find that Sheng Weixia, who started later than them, had already finished translating the last page of the draft.

“So fast?!” She couldn’t believe it. She picked up the Chinese translation next to her and quickly skimmed through it. The more she read, the slower she went. After reading a page, she was completely stunned. “Xia, how did you translate so fast and so well!”

Such accurate translations, such concise and elegant writing style, and not only that, she hardly made any corrections, writing it down perfectly!

“This chapter is relatively simple.”

Sheng Weixia wasn’t afraid of being exposed.

Although her written English level might be no worse than her Chinese, she was still a bit nervous. After all, this draft was just a popular novel, and besides, her English and Chinese scores in the college entrance exam were very convincing.

“You can’t say that.” Luo Qiaorong had already picked up the next page of the draft, the more she read, the more excited she became—she had found a treasure, she really had found a treasure!

This was a textbook for a supplementary reading course on British and American literature that she was responsible for editing. It selected some short stories by contemporary American and European writers.

It was very challenging for a translator to translate the author’s writing style while maintaining accuracy.

Her own English wasn’t good enough to be completely free, and she only dared to say that she would try to be accurate first. After school started, she would ask colleagues from the foreign language department to help proofread. But she didn’t expect Sheng Weixia, a freshman who, strictly speaking, wasn’t even a college student yet, to be able to reach this level!

Ma Yi’er also leaned over, grabbed the draft that Sheng Weixia was translating, and after reading the first page, she was stunned: “My god, you even know this kind of Indian slang? I just looked it up in the dictionary, I couldn’t find it!”

She stammered for a while, “Are you really not considering our foreign language department?”

“Stop arguing.” Yu Shulan domineeringly pulled Sheng Weixia to her side, hugging her. “I’ve finished my exercises, you should check them for me!”

“No, I have to get you into our department as soon as possible.” Luo Qiaorong put down the urgent draft and picked up the phone to dial a number. “I have to arrange your transfer as soon as possible.”

A few minutes later, she had a look of joy on her face, “I’ve made an appointment, I’ll take you to meet the department head in two days!”

“Thank you so much!” Although it wasn’t necessary to transfer, time was precious, and she didn’t want to go back to her old profession.

Luo Qiaorong muttered: “Maybe it’s me who should thank you.”

You see, the translation and freshman work assigned to her by the department head seemed to be settled.

Looking at Sheng Weixia, who was looking at Yu Shulan’s practice papers with a calm and gentle expression, Luo Qiaorong suddenly remembered what Yu Shi said when he came to her door to ask her to take care of Sheng Weixia. He said that she didn’t like to trouble people, and she didn’t like to be in the limelight, so don’t let her notice her arrangements.

Then she laughed again. It was really like the sun rising from the west to see Yu Shi so concerned about someone.

Thinking about what she had seen and heard over the years, those who had tried to get close to Yu Shi but received no response at all, could not imagine that he could lower himself and ask for help for someone he liked.

In one afternoon, Sheng Weixia single-handedly translated a complete short story, plus she started the next one.

The total amount translated by Luo Qiaorong and Ma Yi’er combined was less than half of hers.

The overwhelming difference made Ma Yi’er, a foreign language department prodigy, feel a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, Yu Shulan was biting her pen tip, watching Sheng Weixia grade her papers with a nervous expression, so they didn’t start fighting.

“Not bad.” Sheng Weixia put down her pen and pointed to the knowledge points she had written next to the wrong answers. “The quality of the questions you did this afternoon is much better than this morning. You can probably get a score in the 70s on this paper. Your grammar is not very fluent, you need to read more articles.”

“Oh.” Yu Shulan was convinced. “Then I’ll go back and continue doing math, are you good at math?”

She didn’t even know, but her face was clearly saying, “You have to take care of me.”

Sheng Weixia was actually good at math.

After all, she studied finance in her previous life, and math played a significant role in her undergraduate studies.

“I’m okay.” She said conservatively, then shook her head. “But I have something to do tonight, you do it first, and I’ll check it for you tomorrow.”

“Okay!”

Luo Qiaorong heard Sheng Weixia say she was going out to do something, so she arranged for the driver to send her.

With Luo’s car, Sheng Weixia confidently went to the bank to withdraw cash first. When she arrived at Jiang Pengtao’s workplace, she just happened to catch them leaving work.

When Jiang Pengtao came out, his close colleagues all had teasing expressions: “Wow, your girlfriend? No wonder you’ve been hiding her so well, she’s so beautiful!”

He angrily punched several of them: “This is my cousin!”

The teasing turned into flattery: “Brother, you’re my brother, introduce us.”

“Get lost!”

Jiang Pengtao walked to Sheng Weixia, who was smiling: “Let’s go, don’t pay attention to these lecherous guys!”

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he felt that his cousin was even more beautiful than the last time he saw her, and she was also very easygoing.

He handed the braised beef his mother had asked him to bring to Sheng Weixia, then talked about the situation with the seller: “The old man said to meet him at 6:30 to sign the contract. I found a real estate agent to be the middleman, we’ll just be there on time.”

Real estate agents were common in those days, usually with a regular job and doing this part-time to make some extra money.

It was still early, so Sheng Weixia suggested they eat first before going.

Jiang Pengtao nodded. Thinking about how he had seen Sheng Weixia get out of a car with a special license plate, he thought he had to tell his father about this. So he asked: “Xia, what kind of car brought you here?”

“It’s my friend’s family car.” Sheng Weixia didn’t want to talk about it, so she asked, “Pengtao, how are Uncle and Auntie?”

“They’re both fine.” Jiang Pengtao returned to that topic, remembering his colleagues’ teasing, he couldn’t help but be cautious. “You’ll meet many male classmates from wealthy families in college, you have to learn to discern their character.”

Jiang Pengtao’s expression made her think of Jiang Mingzhi’s concerned and cautioning expression.

Sheng Weixia walked beside him, smelling the smoke and fire from the alleyway, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

Sheng Weixia smiled: “Brother, it’s a female friend’s family car. I don’t know what her parents do.”

“Oh, okay.” Jiang Pengtao scratched his head.

Maybe he had heard his dad say it too many times, that his cousin had a hard time. He couldn’t help but want to be nice to her. He said something he usually only said to his own sister—he wouldn’t do this for Gu Qingwei.