Gourmet Kindergarten

Lingxiao No. 1, top-floor penthouse.

It was past 11 p.m.

The 300-square-meter luxury house was so quiet that only the faint hum of the central air conditioning could be heard.

The main light in the master bedroom wasn't on; instead, a warm yellow ambient light slanted down, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere in the room.

Shen Man lay on the velvet bed.

The burgundy silk nightgown had slipped down to her waist, as thin as a cicada's wing, and the curve of it sliding from her waist down to her hips was dazzlingly white.

A pair of feet were lazily propped up behind his head, his toes idly twitching.

The flickering light from the phone screen illuminated her delicate yet irritated face.

The page is currently showing "BOSS Zhipin".

She had been working on this screen for over half an hour.

The screening criteria are simple and straightforward: early childhood education, within the city.

The results of it?

It's just the same few overused job postings, and there's not a single one that looks good to me.

Quit, and your future is secure.

same.

Then switch to Smart Connect.

It's still the same.

"Tsk."

Shen Man slammed her phone onto the velvet pillow, rolled over, and stared at the ceiling.

She has enough money in her bank account to squander for eight lifetimes, and a limited edition bag is casually tossed on her bedside table, yet she's suffering from insomnia because she can't find a kindergarten teacher job with a monthly salary of a few thousand yuan.

Who would believe that if I told them?

But Shen Man just felt suffocated.

Every cell in my body was screaming, "I want to go to work!" That feeling was even more intense than the night before my college entrance exam.

The story begins two years ago.

Back then, Shen Man was the most restless "entrepreneurial prodigy" in the Shen family.

To prove to her father that she wasn't just a good-for-nothing who only knew how to spend money, she won three consecutive victories—

The first battle: spending five million on a high-end early childhood education institution.

The location selection, decoration, and hiring of foreign teachers all went all out.

In six months, the company lost everything.

The second battle: opening a children's craft workshop with three million.

They went for an artsy vibe, invited online influencers to review the store, and posted tons of notes on Xiaohongshu (Little Red Book).

Eight months later, it's all over.

The third battle: two million to open a baby bathhouse.

This time she learned her lesson, controlling costs and starting discreetly.

As a result, not even a splash was made, and the business went out of business after three months.

Three battles, three defeats.

Ten million was spent entirely on the children's track.

She wasn't just messing around; she genuinely loves children and truly believes she can make a name for herself in this field.

But reality doesn't work just because you try hard—it specifically targets and relentlessly grinds down those with dreams.

The night her biological father, Shen Dongliang, received the final battle report, his blood pressure soared to nearly 180. He paced around his study more than forty times, and finally, the hand he pointed at her trembled like someone with Parkinson's disease.

"My God! Ten million! Do you know how many bags ten million can buy? You just squandered it all! I beg you, please just stay home and stop wasting money, okay?"

Compared to her father's outburst, her mother, Wei Linjun, felt a pang of heartache.

Grabbing Shen Man's hand tightly, he pleaded earnestly, "Daughter, just stay home and live off your parents! Even if you live off them for the next life, we can support you. Don't go out and suffer, okay?"

Shen Man still tried to make a last-ditch effort: "But I..."

"But what? Didn't you say 'This time it will definitely work' before you left last time?"

Shen Man shut up.

I did say that.

I said it three times.

I accept my fate.

He's just living off his parents.

The first ten days were fantastic.

Waking up naturally, shopping for bags, and getting a spa treatment—what a blissful life!

On the twentieth day, I started to panic, feeling that life was simple, unpretentious, and boring.

On the thirtieth day, I felt restless and uneasy.

On the fiftieth day, the urge to start a business kicked in again.

But this time, her father kept a tight grip on the purse and wouldn't give her a single penny.

My mom also gave me an ultimatum: if you're really bored out of your mind, go back to your own company and become a nominal director.

Shen Man immediately refused.

Go to your own company?

Are you spending your days staring at reports and playing workplace power struggles with those old foxes?

Forget it.

She just wanted to be with innocent children.

If she wasn't paid, she wouldn't start the business. She happened to have a preschool teacher's certificate, so she directly used a "lower-dimensional attack"—she went to become a preschool teacher!

They had their eyes on the newly built Hanlin Bilingual Kindergarten, but they were too slow and all the spots were already filled.

As a last resort, they cast a wide net and waited for openings on various recruitment platforms.

After squatting for almost half a month, I didn't even get a single hair.

He sighed, picked up his phone again, and stubbornly scrolled down.

My fingers were about to slip away——

A message caught my attention.

Golden Sun Kindergarten is hiring early childhood educators.

"I've never heard of this kindergarten before..."

Shen Man frowned, then switched browsers and searched for the school's name.

The search results left her speechless.

The location isn't remote; it's right next to Hanlin Bilingual Kindergarten.

But the problem is... this place is so old and dilapidated!

The exterior walls are old, some even peeling off, and the iron railings look rusty, like relics from the last century.

In the past, she wouldn't have even glanced at a place like this.

But right now—

"Well, it's better than living this simple, boring life at home. If I'm not happy at work, I can always quit and continue sponging off my parents."

My finger hovered over "Communicate Now" for half a second.

Click to open and start typing.

"Hello, are you still hiring kindergarten teachers?"

After posting it, I felt it was too casual and wanted to retract it.

The moment my finger touched the screen—

hum.

"trick."

back in seconds.

Shen Man was stunned.

So dedicated in the middle of the night?

……

It has absolutely nothing to do with dedication.

Pei Qian had just fallen asleep.

To be precise, after finishing the game, I was completely exhausted, collapsed onto the bed, and my consciousness immediately went offline.

hum-

My phone vibrated.

Without even lifting his eyelids, he reached for his phone by muscle memory and glanced at it through squinting eyes.

"Hello, are you still hiring kindergarten teachers?"

Fingers moved faster than brains, and with a snap, they stabbed:

"trick."

Snapped.

I slammed the phone down on my face, and then it went out of power.

There was a moment of silence.

A certain string in my mind suddenly snapped to life.

and many more.

That message just now... someone applied for a kindergarten teacher position?!

Pei Qian abruptly opened his eyes, yanked the phone off his face, and stared at the screen.

You wouldn't believe it until you see it, and it really is true.

With a somersault, I sprang straight out of bed, my sleepiness vanishing instantly.

For Pei Qian right now, this news was like a thirsty desert traveler stumbling upon an ice-cold Coke.

Scroll down quickly.

Gone.

The other party did not send any more messages.

His gaze fell back on the "sign" he had sent out, and he felt a little flustered.

"Holy crap, is the other person thinking it's a bot replying?"

"No, we've finally got someone 'hooked,' we have to keep them here!"

Fingers flew across the keyboard:

"Sorry, I was just half asleep."

After posting it, I felt it was too hasty, like a pervert harassing people in the middle of the night, so I quickly added more:

"Our kindergarten is indeed recruiting early childhood educators. Do you have any relevant experience?"

Staring at the screen, waiting for a reply.

three seconds.

Five seconds.

ten seconds.

Finally, a line of text popped up on the other end:

"I have a preschool teacher qualification certificate and have worked in early childhood education before."

Pei Qian's eyes lit up.

Do you have a certificate? Do you have experience?

This can be!

Suppressing his excitement, he feigned composure:

"If you are interested, just bring your relevant documents and come to the park to see Director Pei at 8:30 tomorrow morning."

"Can."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

"Um."

At this point in the conversation, Pei Qian not only lost all sleepiness, but even became quite energetic.

When people are extremely clear-headed and have nothing to do, they tend to think about other things.

For example—his golden touch.

Since I can't sleep, I'll take a look at the system panel.