A Young Woman's Heart

"I'll pay!"

"Hey, you two have been living together for so long, why are you still arguing about who pays?"

Wang Jiale on the other end of the phone did not answer; judging from her voice, she probably paid in the end.

Hua Yinyin was already standing in front of the bathroom mirror with her phone in hand, brushing her teeth with a "glug glug" sound.

"Hello? Yinyin?"

"Hmm—uh!" Hua Yinyin spat out the mouthwash, then turned on the tap and filled the cup with water. Before rinsing her mouth a second time, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Shall we go over there now?"

"Whatever you want, I'll go after I wash up, but it's quite far from here." After saying that, Hua Yinyin spat out her mouthwash again, and it took her a while to spit it into the sink.

"Yinyin, did you buy the face wash I recommended last time?"

"I bought it—but it's not really suitable for me. Lele, do you have dry skin?"

"Hmm, wait, you don't have dry skin?"

"I guess I am... but anyway, my skin gets very oily and uncomfortable after using yours, so I'll stick with the one I bought before—I feel that cheap domestic brands are pretty good too, why do I have to use imported ones?"

"Hmm... Imported goods are always better, right? Otherwise, how could they be exported overseas? Or we could buy goods that our country can export, since anything that can be sold must be good."

"Lele is such a child," Hua Yinyin clicked her tongue. "Business isn't that simple."

"Anyway, I'm fine with it. But, has Yinyin ever seen Xiaoyao's face oil?"

"I know, I even lived with her."

"Huh—when did this happen?"

"That day... um, we went back together to attend my great-grandfather's funeral, and when we came back it was the weekend, so I stayed at her house. Little Yaoyao uses Ya Shuang."

"Pfft, yeah, why is she still using such old-fashioned things?"

"Hmm... as long as she thinks it works well, that's fine. Besides, Xiaoyaoyao isn't as rich as your family~ Our Miss Wang~" Hua Yinyin said jokingly.

"I don't think so. It's just that Xiaoyao is naive and doesn't care. Look at her, she doesn't pay any attention to skincare."

"That's true. She doesn't even like to use face wash—even though there's some in the bathroom, we have to gently remind her to use it once."

"Xiaoyao probably doesn't need a face sponge to wash her face, right?"

"Pfft, how could she possibly use something like that?" Hua Yinyin chuckled as she looked in the mirror and took out two face sponges from a small drawer next to her. "But Xiao Yaoyao is naturally gifted and doesn't need these. Her face is already very smooth."

"It's precisely because you're so talented that you need to take good care of yourself!" Wang Jiale retorted. "Postnatal care is also very important."

"It doesn't matter. I actually think she's quite nice that way; she has a unique, carefree beauty."

"Hmph, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, nothing I say will make a difference."

"Hmph, so what if I like Yao Yao!"

"You can't marry her anyway~"

"Lele, what are you thinking? Liking someone doesn't mean you're in a romantic relationship."

I don't believe a single word of what you said.

"If you don't believe me, fine. Tsk, could it be that Lele is jealous because I haven't pinched her cheeks lately?"

"What are you talking about?!" The sound of a car horn and gusts of wind came from the other end of the phone, indicating that she had already left the noodle shop and was on the street.

"Phew, I'm done washing up." Hua Yinyin looked at herself in the mirror and skillfully braided two pigtails. "It feels like my hair has grown longer recently."

"Really?"

"My braids are so long now, I can swing them around all I want!" Hua Yinyin swung her braids at herself in the mirror, then laughed at her own childish action. "I'll go see if Xiaoxi is home!"

"Hurry up and go!" This time, it was Sanhua Tongjue who spoke up.

"Have Tongjue and Xiaoxi gotten together yet?"

No!

"Speaking of which, this semester is almost over, so even if we're together, we won't have much time left, right?"

"You have no idea, Yinyin. Yesterday, Tongtong was telling me in bed that she wanted to find a chance to take advantage of Xiaoxi."

"Ugh, what a terrifying woman," Hua Yinyin teased. "Won't he be too weak to walk the next day?"

“If you don’t play to that extent, it means you haven’t had enough fun,” she said.

"I didn't say that!" Sanhua Tongjue seemed a little embarrassed.

"Tsk tsk, that's terrifying. Don't drain Xiaoxi dry. Hmm, how about Xiaoxi and her brother go together? Maybe Tongjue will be the one who gets drained."

"I only like cute boys!" Sanhua Tongjue shouted loudly, and Wang Jiale's embarrassment could be felt even through the phone.

"Then I'll see if your favorite cute boy is here." Hua Yinyin casually slipped on the shoes by the door, walked next door, and knocked on the door.

Three full minutes passed, and no one responded.

Is anyone there?

"Yinyin, how am I supposed to answer you when you ask that?"

"Oh right, I forgot."

"Pfft, Gin-Gin is starting to become just as absent-minded as Haruka."

"Not bad, this is called a couple's resemblance!" Hua Yinyin was quite pleased, but she stood at the door for a few more minutes, and still no sound came from inside.

"How are things? Aren't you home?"

"He shouldn't be home." She walked back to the door, felt for the keys in her pocket, bent down to put on her canvas shoes, and then slammed the door shut.

"I'm going out!" Hua Yinyin said, but the other party did not hang up the phone. In order not to turn off the signal when entering the elevator, she even walked down the stairs.

Going down from the top floor of the building with an elevator, the steps look like you're going down a mountain.

The building's safety passages are well-designed, and even during the day, sunlight shines in through the windows without the lights on.

Unlike some high-rise buildings where the entire stairwell is dark and damp.

"Ugh, there's dog poop here, how disgusting!" Hua Yinyin jumped forward in disgust, stepping over the dog poop on the steps. "Don't you have any sense of public decency?!"

"I guess the dog goes downstairs by itself and comes to use the toilet by itself?"

"Then you should go downstairs to get it."

"Dogs have no sense of public morality."

"Don't animals like to relieve themselves in the grass?" Hua Yinyin stepped over another pile of feces, which looked like human feces, not dog feces.

The stairwell, which was originally very clean, became unbearable to stay in because of this excrement.

"Phew, finally out..." Hua Yinyin looked at the bright sunshine overhead. Although it was only December, she felt that winter was already close.

Are you taking the bus?

"Hmm, if not, I'll call a taxi." Hua Yinyin muttered, then suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no, I forgot my phone! What a hassle, I have to go upstairs to get it. No, I'll definitely take the elevator this time."

"Wait, wait... Yinyin... your phone..."

"I left my phone at home!"

"How did you make the call?"

"Huh? Eh? Hmm...right!"

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Chapter 214: Decorations for Mobile Phones

Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan arrived at the shop at a leisurely pace, just in time for lunch.

Su Tang had a special treat today—it seems to be some fish innards she picked up from the market.

These are mostly things the boss doesn't want. If you have a good relationship with the boss, it's perfectly fine to ask for some every day.

Anyway, it's just trash that's going to be thrown away anyway.

Mo Xueyao was enjoying the crispy candy, but the fishy smell was a bit too strong, so she couldn't help but take a few steps away.

A garbage truck was parked across the street, collecting trash from the bins.

Mo Xueyao originally thought that several different trucks would come, but in reality only one came, and all the different kinds of garbage were dumped into the same garbage truck.

The work is obviously very busy, otherwise the garbage truck, which usually doesn't appear at noon, wouldn't be here.

The staff hurriedly packed up the trash, stuffed the ones that had fallen on the ground into the garbage truck, climbed back onto the truck, and drove away quickly.

Their destination was another trash can not far from here.

"What's wrong? It's the middle of the day, aren't you going to take a break?" the father greeted a sanitation worker who was passing by.

He has never selectively communicated with people based on their status or position.

Whether for business or otherwise, his reputation in this area is indeed very good.

"Sigh." The sanitation worker, a woman in her forties, sighed as she leaned on her broom. "No chance to rest today! The supervisor is inspecting."

"There's no trash on the ground anymore, so the inspection won't bother you, will it?"

"No, the boss has to see us working, otherwise he'll dock our pay."

"That strict?"

"Isn't that how it is? I need to find somewhere to sweep." The sanitation worker waved his hand and hurried away.

Mo Xueyao looked at it and couldn't help but yawn: "What kind of formalism is this?"

"There's nothing we can do, it's the same everywhere, from companies to sanitation workers, no one can escape it." The father lit a cigarette. "Ah, things were better before."

“How was it good before? We ate from the same pot, and we didn’t even earn money for our work. We had to work every day and stuff.”

“Hey, you little brat, what do you know if you didn’t experience that era?” Her father gave her a disdainful look. “Back then, when we worked in the factory, even the leaders were on equal footing with us. Sometimes when a leader didn’t come often, we would tease him, saying that he was getting further and further away from the working class, and they would be a little scared!”

"But we still have to work, don't we?"

"Who said we were forced to work?"