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Chapter 163 Your husband is really jealous

Upon hearing Liang Yi's words, the department head left with a smile.

With Liang Yi involved, An Min's appointment at the translation station is sure to be successful.

He didn't stay there either, leaving his time with the couple.

Liang Yi was anxious to see An Min still hesitating.

This is a fantastic thing, and something Anmin has always dreamed of.

He took Anmin's hand, sat down beside her, and whispered words of advice.

“Minmin, I know you’re reluctant to part with Si’an and Shouye, and you can’t let go of them. But the head of the department came to visit in person, this is such a rare opportunity.”

"Didn't you always say that you felt frustrated because you had no use for your Russian skills? Now your chance has come."

He pointed in the direction of Sister Wang's house next door and continued.

"Sister Wang is a straightforward, efficient, and kind-hearted person. We're not asking her to help for free; we're paying her. Our family and she usually get along well, so she'll definitely be happy to help."

We can have her come over during the day to help look after the child, and then we can take care of the child ourselves after get off work. It won't interfere with anything.

"Just give it a try. If you really miss your child and can't continue, you can come back. At least you won't let the director down."

Anmin looked at her babbling daughter in her arms, then at her son kicking his legs on the bed, her heart wavering between the two.

She really wanted to go there; that was her area of ​​expertise.

Spending all day around the stove and the kids can get boring sometimes.

"Okay, I agree."

Liang Yi is right, she has to give it a try.

She loves children, but first and foremost, she is herself.

"I'll go find the director right now; he shouldn't have gone far."

Liang Yi smiled and got up to chase after the department head.

Not long after, he returned with the news.

"Next Monday, at eight o'clock in the morning, I'll go with you to the institute to report for duty!"

An Min nodded emphatically: "Yes!"

After accepting the job, Anmin took the things and went to see Sister Wang the next day.

As soon as Sister Wang heard about it, she agreed without hesitation.

Anmin offered to give her money, but Sister Wang got angry with her.

In the end, after some hesitation, Anmin left the money and tickets she had brought under the fruit basket.

Sister Wang is a kind person, so they can't really give her nothing.

Monday arrived in the blink of an eye.

Anmin got up early in the morning, fed the two children well, and prepared everything she needed, including diapers, formula, and baby clothes.

I gave it a lot of instructions and handed it over to Sister Wang, who had come over early in the morning and was all smiles.

"Big sister, thank you for your hard work. If Si'an cries, just hug her. Shouye is a good girl; she'll just whine when she's hungry..."

"Don't worry, girl! I'll make sure you get all plump and healthy! You should go to work now, don't let anything interfere with your work!"

Sister Wang laughed heartily and pushed Anmin out the door.

An Min followed Liang Yi to the research institute's translation station, turning back every few steps.

She was wearing the research institute uniform that Liang Yi had brought back; it was a very nice dress.

The navy blue color scheme makes a person appear mature and composed.

The environment was lovely. People were coming and going with their documents, speaking familiar Russian words. Anmin's heart suddenly stirred, and she felt a bit like she was back in college.

The director was showing her around and introducing her to her colleagues when they suddenly heard a commotion at the door. It turned out that the senior technicians had arrived early. The director quickly pulled Anmin over to help greet them.

As soon as Anmin arrived, she saw a tall Soviet man gesturing wildly and talking to a translator whose face was flushed. The translator was sweating profusely and clearly didn't understand much.

Anmin listened intently and immediately understood that the Soviet man was not speaking standard Russian; his accent was heavy with local dialect and mixed with technical terms.

She stepped forward naturally and took over the conversation in fluent and clear Russian: "Comrade Andrei, you're asking where the lubricating oil specifications for this batch of equipment are, right? Please wait a moment, I'll look it up for you."

Upon hearing this, the Soviet expert named Andrei's eyes lit up, and he looked at Anmin with delight: "Yes, yes, yes! Oh, comrade, thank you so much! You finally understood!"

Upon closer inspection, he was even more surprised: "An Min!"

He actually saw An Min here?
"You've started working at the translation station?"

Andrei wanted to go up and give her a hug, but when he thought of Liang Yi, he withdrew his hand.

Despite his tall and strong physique, he was no match for Liang Yi, a soldier who had served in the army and seen battles.

Good heavens, he really just admires Comrade An Min, he doesn't mean anything else.

But Liang Yi is too petty and jealous.

Andrei was overjoyed. He grabbed Anmin and praised her to his companions, "It's her! Her Russian is exceptional! Better than most of the translators I've ever met!"

The director beamed with pride and proudly introduced, "Comrade Andrei and Comrade Anmin are now new members of our translation station!"

"Great!"

Andrei praised it highly.

A string of Russian words came out of his mouth, and it was clear that he was very happy.

However, this scene made the translator who hadn't understood earlier, as well as several other veteran translators in the station, look rather unpleasant.

Especially that female translator named Liu Yan, she was a senior member of the station and usually formed a small clique because of her seniority.

Seeing that the newcomer An Min not only won the director's favor but also made a name for herself right away, being praised by the Soviet experts, she felt extremely envious.

As soon as the director and the Soviet expert left, Liu Yan said sarcastically to the person next to her, "Wow, she's really capable. She's only been here for one day and she's already hooked up with the expert. I wonder if it's because she speaks Russian well or something else."

"A little better at your job."

An Min turned her head, smiled, and said this to Liu Yan.

Do you really think she's some pushover?

Liu Yan was surprised that An Min dared to talk back in public, and her face darkened as if she had been doused with a bucket of ice water.

The two female colleagues behind her, who often hung out with her, were also stunned, probably because they had never seen such an unconventional newcomer.

"What do you mean?"

Liu Yan gripped the folder tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.

"I've worked at the translation station for five years, and I've handled more documents than you've ever seen. Who gave you the right to call yourself professional?"

Just as An Min was about to speak, the director returned with Andrei, who was holding the equipment specifications.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, he smiled and tried to smooth things over: "Why are you all gathered here? Anmin just arrived, so please help her out. Liu Yan, could you help Anmin familiarize herself with the technical documents from last week? The Soviet comrades want to discuss them this afternoon."

Liu Yan reluctantly agreed, and deliberately bumped into An Min's arm as she turned around.

An Min ignored it, took the folder handed to her by the director, and her heart skipped a beat when her fingertips touched the leather cover.

This is the life she wants.

Anmin spent the entire morning buried in piles of documents.

Russian technical terms jumped into view like old friends, and the mechanical drawings that I had studied in the university library suddenly felt familiar.

She took notes as she read, her pen scratching on the paper.

Occasionally, I would look up at the window and see sunlight filtering through the sycamore leaves onto my desk, so warm it made me want to smile.

"Anmin, want to go to the cafeteria for lunch?"