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"Why am I so tired..."

Lin Wanqing sniffed, feeling extremely aggrieved.

In the morning, I thought it was a windfall – my salary would double and I'd have a chance to become a minister. I was so happy, thinking I'd hit the jackpot.

The results of it?

So even with doubled wages, it's all hard-earned money!

This isn't just cleaning, this is an extreme challenge!

She'll get angry with anyone who says cleaning toilets is easy!

Fortunately, it's time to get off work!

If anyone dares to make her, a cleaner, work overtime, Lin Wanqing promises to shove a plunger in their face!

Dragging his leaden legs, he slowly shuffled out of the department store.

The evening breeze, still carrying some residual heat, blew over, but instead of dispelling my fatigue, it made the aches and pains all over my body even more pronounced.

The bus swayed and pulled into the station. Lin Wanqing gritted her teeth, stepped up the stairs, swiped her card, and habitually walked to the back of the bus.

She finally managed to find an empty seat by the window, and she practically slumped down to sit, letting out a long breath, feeling as if all the bones in her body were about to fall apart.

The streetlights outside the window swept past one by one, and she leaned against the cold car window, but the smell of disinfectant and toilet cleaner lingered in her nostrils.

The smell seemed to have seeped into her skin, and no matter how much she wiped it off, she couldn't get rid of it.

"Today has been the worst day ever..."

She silently went through the events of the day in her mind, like a movie playing in her head.

President Qin's ambiguous smile.

The cleaning ladies in the cleaning department were all so dismissive of their work.

The toilet in the women's restroom on the third floor had been clogged for who knows how many days.

That damn hair on the fifth floor.

And then there's Zhao Ming, the guy with glasses, who actually took advantage of her mopping the floor and said in a sarcastic tone at the bathroom door, "Oh, Goddess Lin, you've finally met your match."

He only ran away after shoving a mop in his face and covering his nose.

Thinking of this, Lin Wanqing's lips curled up slightly.

Okay, that definitely felt pretty good.

"hiss--"

A sharp pain shot through her arm. Looking down, she noticed a red mark on her wrist, probably from when she was carrying a bucket of water.

She rubbed her wrist, sniffed, and a wave of grievance welled up inside her.

Forget it, I'll just have to put up with it.

Lin Wanqing sighed silently to herself, feeling that life had worn down her edges.

She looked up at the window; there were still seven or eight stops to go home, enough time for her to close her eyes and doze off for a while.

But just then, she suddenly felt a gaze fixed on her from the side.

She turned her head instinctively.

A middle-aged woman sitting next to her was frowning and looking her up and down with an undisguised look of disdain.

The woman was well-dressed and carried a stylish leather handbag; she looked like a white-collar worker from a nearby office building.

Lin Wanqing was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, the woman covered her nose with her hand and turned her body to the side of the aisle, as if Lin Wanqing had some kind of plague.

Then, she muttered something under her breath, not too loud, not too soft, just loud enough for the people around her to hear:

"This bus company is something else. They let just anyone on the bus. It smells like a toilet. Are they even letting people ride it?"

Lin Wanqing's face turned pale instantly.

She subconsciously lowered her head, shrank her shoulders, and wished she could squeeze herself into the gap between the seats.

The carriage was silent for a moment.

Then, whispers came from all directions like a tide.

"Hey, can you smell that? It really does smell."

"Is that the one in the gray clothes? She looks like a cleaner."

"Can't the toilet cleaners wash themselves before getting on the bus? It's so hot, and so many people are crammed together."

"Exactly, they don't even consider other people's feelings."

"Look at how young she is, she could do anything but clean toilets."

Every word was like a needle piercing Lin Wanqing's heart.

She wanted to say, "What's wrong with me working as a cleaner? I earn money through my own labor, what's it to you?"

But when she opened her mouth, she couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the middle-aged woman became even more self-righteous and raised her voice: "Hey lady, if you really have any self-awareness, get off at the next stop. Don't bother everyone here."

"Exactly, be more mindful of your manners in public places."

Someone nearby chimed in.

Lin Wanqing's shoulders began to tremble.

She wanted to cry.

That's so embarrassing.

She had never been so humiliated in her entire life.

After finally enduring until the bus announced its stop, the doors opened a crack, and Lin Wanqing almost stumbled to her feet, rushing to the door with her head down.

Lin Wanqing stood on the empty platform, and as the evening breeze blew, tears finally streamed down her face.

She raised her hand and wiped her face haphazardly, gritting her teeth and vowing in her heart: the first thing she would do when she had money was to buy a car!

I'm never taking the bus again, and I'm never going to suffer this kind of humiliation again!

After standing there for a while, she sniffed, took out her phone, gritted her teeth, and opened the ride-hailing app.

She was afraid she would burst into tears halfway back if she took the bus.

……

A dozen minutes later, the taxi stopped downstairs in the residential area.

Lin Wanqing dragged her tired body upstairs, took out her keys, and opened the door.

As soon as I opened the door, a refreshing scent of shower gel wafted out.

My best friend and roommate, Gao Lan, is reclining on the sofa.

Her body lay sprawled out, her long, snow-white legs casually draped over the sofa armrests, her toenails painted with cherry-red nail polish.

She had a face mask on, and her long, wet hair was draped over her shoulders, clearly indicating that she had just taken a shower. She was only wearing a loose-fitting silk slip dress, with the straps hanging precariously from her arms.

Hearing the door open, Gao Lan glanced up, a little surprised: "Wanqing? Why are you back so early today? Didn't you work overtime?"

She had barely finished speaking when she wrinkled her nose and sat up with a look of disgust: "Huh? What's that smell on you? Did you fall into the toilet?"

Upon hearing the word "toilet," Lin Wanqing could no longer hold back.

"Wow--!"

A loud wail erupted, like a flood bursting its banks, completely startling Gao Lan.

She quickly got up, ignoring the pungent smell on Lin Wanqing, and ran over barefoot, pulling Lin Wanqing into her arms.

"Don't cry, don't cry! What's wrong? Who bullied you? Tell me, and I promise I'll help you get revenge!"

"Is that Manager Wang from your department up to something again? Or is that bespectacled sycophant disgusting you again?"

"Or...did something happen at your home?"

"Don't just cry, tell me! Even if the sky falls, your girlfriends will hold it up for you! At worst, I'll call my backup guy number two; he works at the police station, he's the one who deals with all sorts of troublemakers!"

Gao Lan patted Lin Wanqing's back while offering a barrage of comforting words, her voice filled with urgency and heartache.

Lin Wanqing leaned against her chest, sobbing and trembling all over.

She cried for a full five minutes before she could recount, haltingly, the events of the day from beginning to end.

Gao Lan was stunned, her mouth agape.

"What?"

"Was your last blind date your boss's boyfriend?"

"Or is he a second-generation superstar?"

"A casual 600 million in benefits?"

……

Lin Wanqing suddenly raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, and pouted with a wronged expression: "No, is that the point? Shouldn't the point be that I was assigned to clean toilets?"

"Lanlan, can you help me analyze this? What exactly does President Qin mean? I still don't understand..."