My Son Might Be A Villain
Chapter 20: Job Hunting (2)

[Crazy Zhou]: Okay. Send me a copy of your ID card. I’ll send over the time and location to you in a little bit.

Crazy Zhou responded quickly after Su Ran had sent over a photo of her ID.

[Crazy Zhou]: What a pretty young sister.

[Crazy Zhou]: Time is Saturday from 9 AM – 11AM and Sunday from 1 PM – 3 PM.

[Crazy Zhou]: Dongshan Court Unit A-17.

[Crazy Zhou]: That’s their address.

Su Ran looked at the address sent over by Crazy Zhou.

WTF!

She had just swore to never step foot at that arena again. How was it possible that the first part-time gig she got was over at Dongshan Court?

Dongshan Court Unit A-16. That was the number that was carved into the original owner’s mind. She might forget her own birthday but not this string of numbers.

That was the address of the Song’s, the male lead’s family.

As for Unit A-17, it would be right across from the male lead’s house.

Can she decline now? Can she backpedal?

[su]: That place is a bit far from me. I’m afraid I won’t be able to get there on time. Perhaps you should look for someone else.

[Crazy Zhou]: /surprised.

[Crazy Zhou]: Please don’t! I’ve already posted the ad for over a day. You are the best candidate so far. It’s so late now. I don’t think I will be able to get any more responses. I am leaving tomorrow and won’t be able to replace anyone else. /bawls.

[Crazy Zhou]: Plus I have already told my student that I will replace them a replacement.

[Crazy Zhou]: If it’s too far, you can take a taxi. The pay is really good, $200/hour. You can circle the entire City Bei and still have money left over.

[Crazy Zhou]: Plus it’s an easy gig; very, very easy. Really. Just go. You will see what I mean by that when you get there!

“Easy” was an understatement. If her boyfriend hadn’t suddenly proposed to her and produced two plane tickets for destination wedding, she’d never give up an easy gig that pays so much.

Although she wasn’t sure why that family would hire some second-year student from a musical school as a tutor.

That was Su Ran’s question as well.

Anyone who could afford to live in Dongshan Court must be extremely wealthy. They’d at least hire someone of expert level, if not international level, when looking for any sort of tutors.

Even the original owner had a musician from Vienna to tutor her when she was still at the Su’s.

Wasn’t that family a bit sloppy on their hiring?

In the original owner’s memory, nobody was living in the unit across from the male lead.

She wondered if some other nouveau riche had moved in there after the original owner had phased out.

[Crazy Zhou]: Little sister.

[Crazy Zhou]: Little sister.

[Crazy Zhou]: Pretty please. I have waited two years for my boyfriend to propose. /pitiful look.

[su]: Alright.

When the original owner was banished by the Su’s, she was barely 15~16 years old and hadn't even graduated high school, let alone a college degree. She wouldn’t be able to get any jobs with that qualifications.

As for Su Ran herself, she had spent the last two years doing nothing but creating her own music. She had become practically useless in all areas because of her faithful little assistant’s attentive care.

Yet, the most pragmatic problem right now was, if she didn’t have income soon, she just might starve to death at home and became the first physical and mentally healthy adult who starved to death at home.

[Crazy Zhou]: Really?

[su]: Yes, I will go at the times that you’ve sent to me.

Thinking about it a bit, Su Ran sent over one more text “Congratulations on your upcoming nuptial”.

[Crazy Zhou]: Thank you. /cute.

“Perhaps they have already forgotten all about this female supporting cannon fodder already,” said Su Ran to herself after she had wrapped up her WeChat conversation. She looked into the mirror as though she was trying to prove something to herself.