"I should learn to be self-reliant too." Chen Liting gently pulled his sleeve out of her hand and subconsciously looked up at the second floor again.
For some reason, he was a bit worried the girl upstairs might see him being close with Ye Wanqing.
"But this is just a part-time job. How much can you really earn here? You might as well tell your uncle to arrange a job for you at the furniture city. You could earn more and have less pressure. The most important thing is that you wouldnât have to watch othersâ expressions."
Ye Wanqing wasnât sure why she didnât like the idea of Chen Liting working here part-time.
She had just seen that painting on the wall and thought it was very much Chiang Xiaoâs style.
Of course, she hadnât considered that this was Chiang Xiaoâs shop, but simply thought the owner might have bought a painting by Chiang Xiao, making her very jealous.
Anyway, she disliked anyone who liked Chiang Xiaoâs paintings.
So, she instantly felt a dislike for this shop.
No matter how well itâs decorated, how pretty it is, so what?
No matter how big or luxurious it is, so what?
Humph, it might close down within a few days.
Ye Wanqing thought darkly.
Previously, when she spoke like this, Chen Liting didnât think there was anything wrong with it, but for some reason, now hearing her talk, he felt that Ye Wanqing really lacked insight and ambition.
No matter how she put it, it was about him reaching out to his aunt for money or asking his uncle to arrange a job.
Heâs already so grown up.
"My uncle is very busy, and I donât know anything about furniture. I donât want to trouble him; I think being a Player is pretty good." As he spoke, he turned to Cheng Qiulian and said, "Auntie, what do you think?"
Cheng Qiulian had quite a good impression of him, but seeing how he couldnât stop insisting and kept pestering her for an immediate hire, she began to feel a bit displeased.
"Even if youâre willing to take a pay cut and help out, I still have to finish interviewing the others before deciding."
"This is outrageous," Ye Wanqing said in annoyance upon hearing this. She came together with Chen Liting, and his loss of face was as if her face was being lost too.
Upon hearing Cheng Qiulianâs words, she immediately said, "This is just a teahouse. Do you need to hold yourselves in such high regard? Who knows if anyone is applying for this job? Even with someone so qualified, you donât hire him right away. Whatâs with the arrogance?"
Cheng Qiulian, still composed, smiled slightly in response.
"Student, weâre just following the process and not elevating ourselves. Indeed, there are seven or eight people waiting to be interviewed after you."
"Seven or eight people, who knows what kind of riffraff they are?" Ye Wanqing snorted and said, "Liting is a sophomore at Zhongqing University. Heâs a good student, handsome, and plays the piano well. Not choosing him is your loss."
"To be honest, thereâs even someone from Capital City University behind you," Cheng Qiulian said calmly.
Ye Wanqing was stunned, looking at her in disbelief.
"How is that possible? A teahouse like this has students from Capital City University coming for part-time jobs?"
Anyway, she would never admit this teahouse was luxurious and elegant.
"No profession is noble or lowly," Cheng Qiulian said.
Hearing that someone from Capital City University was coming in for an interview, Chen Liting felt all the worse.
He could also tell Cheng Qiulian was somewhat displeased, and Ye Wanqingâs increasingly tactless words made him feel a hint of irritation toward her for the first time.