Chapter 20

Wen Jin had been very busy recently. Busy to the point that day and night blurred together.

She was short on money.

Poverty could make a person lose part of their vigilance. She had not noticed it before. Now, after deciding to earn money amid her busyness, Wen Jin recalled the chain of coincidences that had happened one after another. Suddenly, her heart became clear.

Being short on money should not exist in her retirement life.

This shell of the original owner had been chosen after a thousand selections and ten thousand picks. From the perspective of probability, it was absolutely impossible for force majeure factors to repeatedly obstruct Wen Jin’s recuperation again and again.

As an old employee of the Quick Transmigration Bureau, she still had this level of sharpness.

Unlucky things had appeared one after another.

Unless the director of the Quick Transmigration Bureau had thrown away his brain and taken a shell full of loopholes to trick her.

But Wen Jin was covered in model-worker medals, and retirement was the reward for being an outstanding employee.

If the director outwardly obeyed but secretly manipulated things behind the scenes, who would still work seriously in the future? The Quick Transmigration Bureau’s reward and punishment system might even collapse.

No leader with a brain would do that.

Then why had a perfectly good retirement shell suddenly developed so many problems?

Most likely, her luck was poor, and this plane had a loophole.

Among Wen Jin’s previous cleanup duties, ninety-nine percent of loopholes came from book transmigrators and reborn people in various planes who knew the future.

This group of people knew the future, possessed advanced knowledge, and were not content with the current situation. Therefore, it was very easy for them to change later plotlines and push the main storyline into the unknown.

Then the lives of the other protagonists and supporting characters in the plane would be swapped around. This was very similar to the inexplicable poverty Wen Jin was currently encountering.

As for who the bug was and how it should be solved?

Wen Jin definitely would not care. What did it have to do with her?

The one who should care was the director.

If there really was a loophole causing the plane to collapse, the director would arrange for her colleagues to come over and clean it up.

Wen Jin neither confirmed nor denied this.

As long as it was not a certain woman coming down.

Everything else was fine.

Thinking up to this point, Wen Jin’s expression stiffened a little. Then she looked again at the petite and adorable Omega before her, her brows furrowing slightly.

This person was her employer.

As for why she had become her employer, that began three days ago.

Because the unclear situation had become increasingly urgent, and poverty had seriously affected Wen Jin’s living environment.

After she recovered, she realized that if her guess was true and a loophole had appeared in this plane, then no matter who came down to repair it, if old colleagues met, didn’t Wen Jin still need face?

Her current situation was that she ate Ruan Tingzhi’s food, slept in Ruan Tingzhi’s bed, and was basically no different from someone living off a woman. Not to mention that morning when Wen Jin woke up and discovered that her hands and legs had naturally slipped into the girl’s sleepwear. Her first reaction had not been, Ah! Save me.

Instead, it had been: Oh, so soft!

If this got out, she would pretty much be freeloading. If it spread back to the Bureau, Wen Jin’s glorious reputation would be completely ruined.

People needed face. Retired big shots like Wen Jin needed it even more.

Earn money. Stay away from [stolen content]freeloading. With this behavioral motivation, Wen Jin stopped putting on airs.

Thanks to the generous reward from the previous PK competition, Wen Jin quickly figured out a way to make money.

The amount of money she needed was relatively large. On the Ancient Earth Culture Forum, there were high-paying translation help posts every day.

Just as she was preparing to work hard, Wen Cheng found her.

Wen Jin still remembered how the vice dean had sat in front of his desk like a statue of Maitreya Buddha.

He slowly spread a page of notes across the desk.

“You have quite a few ideas about traditional Chinese medicine storage!”

Wen Jin glanced at it. These were the notes she had recorded in the laboratory not long ago.

Dean Wen’s tone carried unconcealed praise. “Following the viewpoint you proposed, the traditional medicine room placed the two medicinal materials you mentioned in the same glass bottle. After three days of sample testing, they discovered that storing medicinal materials with mutually complementary properties together actually preserved their medicinal properties better than storing them separately.”

Wen Jin crossed her arms and yawned with an old-godly calm.

What could she say?

Should she ask why they could not let her go? Was it interesting to keep staring at her?

She had clearly done nothing in the laboratory. Yet this group of professors wished they could take a microscope and magnify even a fingernail-sized flaw of hers.

At first, Wen Jin refused to admit anything, putting on a look that said, I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Unfortunately, Professor Wen no longer believed Wen Jin’s disguise.

The way he looked at Wen Jin was like he was looking at a piece of unpolished jade that needed to be personally shaped by his hands.

“In the second half of the year, the Federal Research Institute has a confidential research plan regarding the development of a new type of physical enhancement agent. The location is the only resource town currently developed in the Senade star system. Teacher plans to bring you along to join it. Can you do it?”

Wen Jin refused in one breath.

Professor Wen saw through her thoughts at a glance and smilingly interrupted, “There’s no rush to give an answer. You still have half a year to decide. Teacher is not interested in you hiding your abilities, and I will also do everything I can to help you conceal them.”

Professor Wen was very good at proceeding step by step. He presented his sincerity, then brought the topic back to the research team.

“Secret research projects generally don’t involve many people. The information of all participants will be entered into the AI terminal and undergo high-level encryption. So if you want to better hide your strength and personal information, you should properly consider Teacher’s suggestion.”

In the little old man’s cloudy eyes was the shrewdness of someone who saw through human hearts.

What looked like a simple explanation struck directly at Wen Jin’s greatest current demand.

She feared trouble.

But at the same time, she had to master this world’s method of preparing potions as soon as possible and prepare medicine to ease her mental strength. To be a little vulgar, she also needed to earn money and repay debts.

Joining the secret research project Vice Dean Wen mentioned, which would last several months, could both hide her personal information as much as possible before she had backing, and give her room to make use of her remaining talents, allowing her to shamelessly earn dirty money through translation without scruples.

The conditions Professor Wen offered were extremely tempting, but Wen Jin did not show much emotion on her face.

She remained in the posture of a negotiator and listened quietly.

Only after the other party laid out all his chips did Wen Jin ask, “I have a question. Do you recruit people this casually?”

Wen Jin was very smart. She had entered negotiation mode.

Her reaction speed was extremely fast.

Just based on the brief traditional Chinese medicine formula notes she had accidentally shown off in the video earlier, it was impossible for an interstellar intellectual and old fox like Vice Dean Wen, who handled everything thoroughly, to casually give a spot in a confidential research project he was participating in to a student like her, who had not even personally prepared a potion before.

Vice Dean Wen was indeed very interested in her, but no matter how interested he was, at most, he would develop a cherishing-talent mindset.

Perhaps it was understandable that he had used the excuse of toilet-cleaning to lock Wen Jin in a laboratory to study.

However, trying every possible way to persuade her to participate in an interstellar encrypted research project was absolutely not something Vice Dean Wen alone could decide with a slap of the table.

Vice Dean Wen’s expression became extremely vivid. He paused slightly, then looked at her strangely and called out Wen Jin’s StarNet ID. “Salted Fish Jin.”

Wen Jin also froze. She had not expected to overturn so easily, without the slightest obstacle.

Wen Jin had always been cautious, but in the end, poverty had interfered with her rational judgment.

To earn money, Wen Jin had first lurked on the Ancient Earth Text Translation Forum. Only after learning enough about the safety and confidentiality agreements did she use the main account Salted Fish Jin to accept the high-paying encrypted document translation mission posted on the forum by the Pharmacy Department’s doctoral student.

She had never expected that, despite both parties having signed a confidentiality agreement, this kind of error would occur.

Should she go argue with the platform and demand a personal-information leakage fee?

Wen Jin narrowed her eyes and rubbed her chin.

Poverty had driven her mad.

In the end…

“It has nothing to do with the platform,” Vice Dean Wen told her directly. He had discovered her identity because Federal University’s campus network was connected, and [stolen content]anyone who knew a little about technology could trace the user’s IP through the connection.

In addition, yesterday, both parties had signed the contract with electronic signatures. Wen Jin had signed with her own handwriting.

Vice Dean Wen had been studying Wen Jin’s notes recently. Her handwriting was very beautiful, with its own sharp strokes and natural style.

It was purely by accident that Vice Dean Wen had recognized it.

Fortunately, after tracing Wen Jin’s IP, he had conveniently strengthened Wen Jin’s StarNet address.

“If you join the new potion preparation project that will begin forming early next year, then you can completely stop worrying about IP address leakage. The authorities will encrypt all personal information of the participants.”

Without a doubt, Professor Wen had grasped all of Wen Jin’s current needs. He straightforwardly laid out the problem that worried Wen Jin most.

Wen Jin listened without changing expression, but in truth, she was already tempted.

With the calm of an old deity, she probed Vice Dean Wen for information and fully understood the rights and obligations of project participants.

When she was about to leave, she withdrew her smile and met Vice Dean Wen’s gaze. Neither servile nor arrogant, she said, “You revealed the confidential project contract to me in such detail. Aren’t you afraid I’ll turn around and sell it to a rival for money?”

Vice Dean Wen’s smile stiffened.

The negotiation instantly reversed.

Wen Jin bent her finger and tapped the door. The unpredictable aura she had carried earlier vanished completely. Her red lips curved slightly, and she gave Vice Dean Wen a teasing smile. “Thank you for telling me all this.”

“I’ll adapt to potion preparation work as soon as possible.”

When she spoke, her eyelids were always drooping, making her look listless, sleepy, and improper.

But once she put away that lazy expression, her tone became steady and calm, without many emotional fluctuations. Yet for no reason, people could hear sincerity in it.

Vice Dean Wen’s smile returned to his face. He walked to the doorway and patted Wen Jin’s shoulder. “If you have any difficulties, you can come to me.”

After coming out of Vice Dean Wen’s office, Wen Jin regained her vigilance.

First, she quickly signed an agreement with Vice Dean Wen for the Senade Planet research internship next semester, also leaving herself a back road for madly rolling in money.

This was also why she had been leaving early and returning late recently.

Aside from her work at the botanical garden, Wen Jin had taken a local errand-running job from the school work office.

Of course, her errand-running fee was rather ridiculous: one errand mission was priced at five hundred thousand Federation coins.

As for why it was this high, it was to deceive people’s eyes.

Her StarNet identity had now been set as a confidential IP, so she was not afraid of being exposed.

On the Ancient Earth Culture Forum, there were as many bounty translation tasks as she wanted to accept.

It was easy to earn quick money, but if she suddenly earned such a large amount, anyone would be shocked.

Even if no one asked, if Ruan Tingzhi, who understood her current situation, asked about it, how would Wen Jin explain?

And there was also Luo Xi. As the scummy A creditor, she was constantly paying attention to Wen Jin’s financial situation.

Once Wen Jin recovered her cautious state, she would not allow herself to trip again over something this stupid.

Thus, after thinking it over repeatedly, she posted a high-priced errand-running mission on StarNet.

Originally, she had not expected anyone to accept the order. Wen Jin had planned to leave it up for a few days, switch to an alt account, and accept her own order, giving her income an obvious public source.

She had set the threshold for the errand service to be extremely picky, following the “three noes” principle: no sex work, no manual labor, and no dating.

In the end, there really was a rich Omega woman with a questionable brain who accepted the order.

It was the delicate Omega standing before her now.

Her name was Zhen Xintong, twenty-one years old, the youngest beloved Third Miss of the Zhen family, one of the four great ancient martial families. Perhaps because she was the only daughter in the family, she had been spoiled from childhood to adulthood, and her personality was also extremely soft.

She spoke in a delicate, soft voice. There was only one flaw: often, before she could say two sentences, tears would immediately flood up in her reddened eyes like a river bursting its banks.

Wen Jin was already an adult sister. The last time a former colleague had gasped and cried delicately in front of her, Wen Jin remembered that she had seemed to turn the cold aura on full blast, lifted that person’s chin, brushed past their shoulder, and became a noble, cool beauty.

The little girl’s eyes were red. Wen Jin held back the urge to yawn.

She patiently waited for the employer to finish speaking.

“Do you need to go now?” Wen Jin bent down and took a handkerchief from her pocket.

She had bought it together with Ruan Tingzhi last time they went shopping. Most of the time, Wen Jin was particular.

For example, other people might use tissues to wipe their sweat, but Wen Jin liked to be pretentiously refined, using a handkerchief embroidered with peonies to lift her hair and wipe the fragrant sweat beneath her hairline. It was shamelessly seductive.

Of course, she herself had no awareness of that.

Wen Jin handed the clean handkerchief she had used to Zhen Xintong so the girl could wipe her eyes. On the surface, she looked like a gentle, caring older sister. In truth, her heart had no waves at all.

There was no liking, pity, or any other thoughts. Although the female Omega before her might very well be pregnant, no matter how miserable read the original at bailiantales.com she was, could she be more miserable than Ruan Tingzhi? Wen Jin had never seen Ruan Tingzhi cry.

After listening to tearful complaints without a point for quite some time, Wen Jin became a little impatient. Her face put on a comfort that could be called gentle. “Don’t cry. Have you tested it yourself with a pregnancy test? Confirmed two lines?”

Zhen Xintong shook her head, ignorant and dazed.

So she had done nothing.

Wen Jin handled this kind of matter with ease. She sighed and gave a suggestion. “Then let’s test first. I’ll go downstairs later and buy you a pregnancy test. If it shows two lines, Sister will take you to the hospital.”

Wen Jin felt this both saved time and reduced costs.

After all, the sun outside was so bright, and she did not really want to make an extra trip.

Little did she know that this desire to avoid going out was too strong. Because she overperformed it, her peach-blossom eyes were stained with romance, and her gaze, which could be called gentle, stared straight at the Omega before her, giving the impression of deep, focused affection.

Who could withstand Wen Jin’s slow, tender, charming gaze?

Ruan Tingzhi could not withstand it, let alone the inexperienced Omega before her, who had muddleheadedly ended up having relations with an Alpha in the bathroom after half-resisting and half-yielding.

Zhen Xintong’s face flushed, and she nodded in infatuation.

Subconsciously, she extended her wristband. [read the original at bailiantales.com]At this moment, she suddenly remembered that she had bought the service but had not paid.

Zhen Xintong shyly and timidly reached for Wen Jin’s hand, attempting to press her wristband against Wen Jin’s.

“Mm-hm. Sister’s service is really good. Five hundred thousand is too little. I’ll give you a villa too.”

When Ruan Tingzhi came up the steps, this was precisely the sugar-mommy-like hint she heard.

Yet Wen Jin said nothing and simply handed over her wristband decisively, accepting the Omega’s money in front of her.

So…

A mouthful of foul anger surged completely into Ruan Tingzhi’s heart, impossible to press down.

Money!

So it was for money!

And here she had thought that using money would be a desecration of this person.

Wasn’t it just for money? Did she not have any?

Enough that this person had to go outside and desperately look for another fem[unauthorized copy]ale Omega to live off?

Was her food not soft enough?

Ruan Tingzhi lifted her head with a sinister gaze. The fact that she did not immediately tear these two into ten thousand pieces already showed her restraint.

As if sensing something, Wen Jin looked past Zhen Xintong’s shoulder and met her roommate’s eyes, separated by three steps.

Their gazes met. With a clang, Ruan Tingzhi smiled without warmth and smashed the functional water in her hand into the trash can behind the two of them.

On the phone, Ji Lan was stunned by the loud noise. She complained, “Miss Ruan, Boss Ruan, Family Head Ruan, are you trying to make me disabled?”

Ruan Tingzhi stared straight into Wen Jin’s eyes. The corners of her lips pieced together a flawless cold smile. With a click of her tongue toward the phone, she said, “That’s all your vision amounts to? If you’re disabled, it’s at most a matter of keeping you. Is ten billion enough? I’ll gift you another hundred mining planets.”

Wen Jin: “…”