When Zhuo Minglan was stopped at the final step before leaving the country, she nearly fell into despair.
Over this recent period, she had begun to suspect that she was the "jinx" people called her. No matter how good an opportunity was, it always ended with the chickens flying and the eggs smashed, leaving her with nothing.
For example, when Zhuo Minglan had been transferred from the First Branch Factory to Shang Bin's side, it had been an opportunity countless people envied. Yet one perfectly ordinary land transaction had landed her in police custody.
Although a strict investigation and active compensation had cleared her name, by the time she returned, Shang Bin had already changed jobs. And because the "impact was bad," it was inconvenient to transfer her again.
Still, Zhuo Minglan had a nuclear weapon in her belly and a dog leash in her hand. She could casually find a suitor to marry, then advance when she could and defend when she had to. She did not have to worry about never getting another chance to turn things around.
But after settling down for only a few days, Lu Junyi changed his heart. He broke his promise that "I don't mind your past" and insisted on divorcing her.
Then the child was gone too. Rumors came crashing down like a storm, and some of the old women at her workplace slapped the label of jinx onto her.
And this time, she had finally latched onto Zhang Chaoxian and was about to head for the beacon of civilization to enjoy life, only to run into this tuition-refund matter again.
Was I really doomed to hardship all my life, with every struggle utterly futile?
Fortunately, the tuition Zhang Chaoxian had been ordered to return was not much—only twenty-three thousand dollars.
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