After the divorce, I became a rich girl

Li Jiawei heard the sarcastic remarks of Section Chief Fang, and she really wanted to type out the WeChat message she sent to her that day and throw it in her face. But looking at Section Chief Fang's half-smile, she had to smile and say, "I know you are busy and must have a lot of things to deal with, so how can I bother you again? This time it was my fault. I will learn more from you in the future. Section Chief, don't worry, I will work hard."

After listening to this, Section Chief Fang nodded with satisfaction. After drinking half a glass of water, he smiled and said, "I know you are not the kind of person who likes to be lazy. By the way, the director cares about you very much, and you have finished your sick leave. It is best to report to her." At this time, Director Qiao happened to pass by the door and saw Li Jiawei.

As soon as Director Qiao came in, Section Chief Fang immediately put down his water cup, stood up straight and said, "Good morning, Director. Xiao Li's sick leave is over. I was just planning to have her report to your office."

Director Qiao smiled and greeted Section Chief Fang. "Good morning, Section Chief Fang. Xiao Li, how are you recovering?"

Li Jiawei smiled and replied, "Thank you for your concern, Director. I have recovered well." Then she picked up some apricots and bananas and handed them to Director Qiao, "Director, I bought some apricots. They are very sweet. Please try them."

Director Qiao took a few apricots and a banana and said with a smile, "Thank you. I'm relieved to see that you've recovered so well. If you feel unwell, tell Chief Fang in time and don't force yourself to do it. Work is important, but health is more important. I'll go back to the office first, you guys continue to work."

Director Qiao walked to the door, suddenly stopped, turned around and said to Li Jiawei, "By the way, Xiao Li, please write the application for public housing today and send it to Lao Liu, the clerk."

"Okay, thank you Director Qiao." Li Jiawei replied.

After Director Qiao left, Section Chief Fang picked up the teacup, leaned on the table, and looked at Li Jiawei with complicated eyes. "Xiao Li, the director cares about you very much. He even asked you to apply for public housing? Don't you have a place to live?"

Li Jiawei understood Chief Fang's intention. She knew the relationship between Chief Fang and Zhang Yi's family. She asked this question out of gloating. Although she felt bitter, she remained calm. "It's not that I don't have a place to live. It's just that the last time I worked overtime, the director happened to come back to get something. It was too late and the bus stopped running. The director sent me home and found that my current living environment was not very good, so he suggested that I apply for public rental housing."

"The supply of public rental housing is very tight. You are a temporary worker, so you probably won't be able to apply. But the director asked you to write an application, so you can give it a try." Section Chief Fang sighed, "Give it to me after you finish it, and I'll review it for you."

Li Jiawei nodded and said, "Thank you, Chief. Do you eat apricots?"

Section Chief Fang waved his hand and said, "Have you heard the saying 'Peaches nourish the body, but apricots hurt the body'? Eating apricots is not good for you. It's better to eat more peaches. I won't eat apricots. Just give me a banana."

Li Jiawei smiled and handed Section Chief Fang a banana, but she was complaining in her heart, buying peaches? Do you know how expensive peaches are now?

Afterwards, other colleagues came to visit Li Jiawei one after another, expressing their concern for her. When some female colleagues saw the gauze on her head, the first thing they asked was "Will it leave a scar?"

Li Jiawei smiled and replied, "The doctor said no."

"That's good." The female colleagues all breathed a sigh of relief.

The several kilograms of apricots and bananas we brought were eaten up before lunch, but fortunately everyone had come and had a little.

After get off work at noon, Brother Liu insisted on treating Li Jiawei to a meal as an apology. Li Jiawei could not refuse, so she had to agree. Considering that she needed to avoid certain foods due to the wound on her forehead, Li Jiawei suggested going to the newly opened wonton restaurant not far from the office to eat wontons. When Zhao Xue heard this, she also said she wanted to go, so the lunch originally for two people turned into a lunch for three people.

During lunch, Zhao Xue kept complaining about Section Chief Fang, "You said she's also an old comrade. When you were not around, Jiawei, she did a terrible job of collecting data. She couldn't even fill out the forms. How do you think she got to be the section chief?"

Brother Liu sighed, "Sister Fang used to be very capable at work, but now she may be about to retire, so she is a little slack at work, which is understandable. After all, Jiawei is under her command. Jiawei is capable and is basically responsible for the business of the General Affairs Department. Naturally, Section Chief Fang has a lot less time."

Li Jiawei modestly said, "Brother Liu, you praise me too much. In fact, a lot of the work was done under the guidance of Section Chief Fang." However, Li Jiawei felt that her words were extremely hypocritical. She was very dissatisfied that Section Chief Fang pushed all the work to her, while she leisurely drank tea, read newspapers and watched TV series every day, but she still had to speak well of Section Chief Fang in front of her colleagues.

With a salary of more than 4,000 yuan, she has to deal with a work life of more than 10,000 yuan. This hypocritical way of getting along makes her feel very exhausted.

Zhao Xue snorted when she heard this and said, "Don't say she's good at her job anymore. People can't always live on the glory of the past. Now she can't even figure out a budget, and she just flatters the director every day. Sister Li, how did you tolerate her until now?"

Li Jiawei smiled but didn't say anything. How could she bear it? Poverty made her endurance doubled. But she couldn't tell Zhao Xue this. Even if she did, she wouldn't understand. With a good financial situation, she might never have the feeling of powerlessness that Li Jiawei had in facing life.

Li Jiawei smiled and changed the subject, "These wontons taste good."

Brother Liu also smiled and agreed, "Yes, it tastes very good."

Zhao Xue looked at the expressions of the two people and couldn't help curling her lips in her heart, thinking that people in government agencies are indeed hypocritical. She knew very well that Brother Liu and Section Chief Fang had worked together for many years, so naturally he would not say bad things about her behind her back, which was understandable. But what about Li Jiawei? Section Chief Fang had given her a lot of trouble, but Li Jiawei was still defending Section Chief Fang, which Zhao Xue couldn't understand. Can't people be more sincere!

After lunch, Brother Liu and Zhao Xue went to the dormitory for a nap, while Li Jiawei returned to the office. When she came in the morning, she found that Section Chief Fang had left her a lot of work, including a lot of data that needed to be entered into the computer, and the first half of the year's expenses reported by many enterprises in the district did not match the budgets reported previously, so she needed to call each enterprise to check.

Faced with this pile of work, Li Jiawei felt the pressure doubled and a sense of powerlessness emerged in her heart, but she also knew that if she couldn't complete the work on time, Section Chief Fang would not let her go. She took a deep breath and started to work.

She knew very well that before she could be transferred out of the General Affairs Section, she could only try her best not to make mistakes in the face of Section Chief Fang's difficulties, so that she could stay in this position longer and not be fired.

But looking at the pile of documents on her desk, Li Jiawei still felt an indescribable irritation in her heart. She tapped the computer keyboard vigorously, as if venting her inner dissatisfaction. Then, she suddenly closed the folder in front of her, stood up, and walked to the window.

The midday wind blew hot air on her face, but it failed to take away the irritability in her heart. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Then, she took out her cell phone and called her mother Cheng Ping.