Chapter 11 What I envy most is someone who can earn 500,000 in one go.

Chu Rou looked worried and looked up at Mo Chi. "Do you think he's mentally ill?"

Seeing her worried expression, Mo Chi felt displeased and asked coldly, "You still care about him?"

Chu Rou nodded and then shook her head. "We were together for five years. He could be a little irritable at times, but he's never been like this before. Even though we broke up, I still hope he can be more normal."

Mo Chi remained silent.

Shen Luo wanted to say something more, but his phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, he said to Chu Rou, "It's Mom calling."

Chu Rou quickly waved her hand, "Don't talk about being with me, don't mention my affairs."

Shen Luo nodded, answered the phone, said a few words, and then hung up.

"Sis, Mom wants me to go home for two days. Are you coming back with me?"

"I won't go back yet," Chu Rou refused. "I'll go home later."

Chu Rou and the other two stuffed the things into the car.

Mo Chi drove back first.

Chu Rou drove Shen Luo home. After Shen Luo entered the house, Chu Rou stood at the door for ten minutes before finally stepping on the gas and leaving.

When they arrived at the rental apartment building, Chu Rou had a lot of things in her car, so she messaged Mo Chi to ask him to come down and help.

When Mo Chi received the message, he was somewhat unwilling. How could he, the young master Mo, be ordered around by this old woman!

But in the end, Mo Chi still went down to help.

After all the things were moved, Chu Rou sat on the sofa, panting heavily.

"Ugh, I'm exhausted. I just realized I have so much stuff."

Mo Chi stood with his hands on his hips, looking at the pile of things in the living room. "Just throw away the useless stuff, it's a pile of junk."

"Hey! How dare you talk like that, brat? How is my stuff considered junk?"

Mo Chi brought out two pieces of clothing, pouted, and said, "Your ex-boyfriend only bought you clothes like this? So stingy."

Chu Rou snatched her clothes back and held them up in front of her, saying, "What's wrong with these clothes? I bought them myself."

"You bought this yourself?" Mo Chi was taken aback. In his mind, a girlfriend's bags and clothes should be bought by her boyfriend.

He continued, "You bought the clothes yourself, so what do you need a boyfriend for?"

This time it was Chu Rou's turn to be stunned. "Huh? You mean you're looking for a boyfriend just to buy things? That's not dating, that's being kept!"

Mo Chi touched his nose. He knew quite a few people who kept mistresses. "Isn't it normal for a man to spend money on things for the woman he loves?"

Chu Rou didn't say anything more. When He Wei was with her, he didn't hesitate to spend money on her, and even when buying a house, he only put her name on the deed.

But what can he do? He still betrayed her.

Once Chu Rou caught her breath, she began to tidy up her things, and Mo Chi also went back to his room to busy himself with his own things.

By the time Chu Rou finished tidying up, it was already dark.

Remembering her promise to Mo Chi to cook something delicious for dinner, Chu Rou went to the kitchen to see what was in the refrigerator.

There were shrimp, fish, meat, and vegetables in the refrigerator, so cooking a few dishes wouldn't be a problem. Chu Rou wasn't quite familiar with Mo Chi's tastes, so she went to the door of Mo Chi's bedroom and knocked.

Mo Chi was watching the security camera footage from the bar. He stroked his chin. No wonder Chu Rou beat up that man; it turned out he was the one who drugged Chu Rou that night.

Chu Rou is quite skilled; her basic skills are solid, and she's not just all show.

Hearing a knock on the door, Mo Chi went to open it.

Chu Rou's smiling face was reflected in Mo Chi's eyes. "Mo Baobao, can you eat seafood? Can you eat spicy food? Are there any dietary restrictions?"

Mo Chi discovered that when the old woman was in a good mood, she would call him "Mo Bao Bao" (Mo Baby), and when she was in a bad mood, she would call him "brat" (Stinky Boy)!

"I'm allergic to seafood, but I don't have any other dietary restrictions," Mo Chi replied.

“You’re allergic to seafood,” Chu Rou frowned. She had wanted to fry some shrimp balls. “You’re really unlucky. Okay, I got it. I won’t buy seafood anymore.”

Chu Rou turned and went to the kitchen. Mo Chi followed her, leaned against the kitchen door, and watched Chu Rou tie on her apron and start working.

Mo Chi recalled what Chu Rou had said last night. He did indeed like her mature body, enjoyed the food she cooked, and quite liked hearing her call him "baby."

Actually, older women are quite nice.

Chu Rou turned around and saw Mo Chi, then put the potato and peeler in his hand. "What are you standing there for? Peel the potato."

Mo Chi looked at the potatoes, then at the peeler. Could he say he didn't know how?

Mo Chi squatted next to the trash can, trying to peel the skin.

"Hiss..." Mo Chi's index finger was cut.

Chu Rou heard the sound and looked over. She saw that Mo Chi's finger was bleeding. She quickly put down what she was holding and pulled Mo Chi to the edge of the pool.

Turn on the tap and wash your hands clean. "How can you be so clumsy? You can't even peel a potato. If you don't know how, then tell me! You've cut your hand before you've even finished pretending to be an elephant."

Mo Chi listened to Chu Rou's nagging with a dark face. He wanted to take back what he had just said. What was so good about this old woman!

Chu Rou then pulled Mo Chi out of the kitchen and made him sit on the sofa in the living room, saying, "Wait for me to go find some band-aids."

Soon, Chu Rou came out of the room, holding a band-aid and iodine.

She sat down next to Mo Chi, took out an iodine-soaked cotton ball with tweezers, and held Mo Chi's injured index finger to disinfect it.

A small piece of flesh had broken off from the knuckle of her index finger. Chu Rou grimaced as she looked at it. "Disinfection will hurt a lot, so bear with it."

Mo Chi hummed in agreement.

He looked down at Chu Rou's fair and delicate hands; her hands were small, and her fingertips were soft.

That night, she used those little hands to play with his little brother, and he couldn't resist giving her his first time.

Chu Rou tossed away the iodine-soaked cotton ball, took out a band-aid, and muttered, "You usually act like a spoiled young master, you can't do anything, how are you going to find a girlfriend in the future?"

Mentioning the word "young master," Chu Rou couldn't help but think of that night. Although she was not very clear-headed due to the effects of the drug and alcohol, she still remembered the physical pleasure she experienced.

That "young master" is really well-endowed and skilled in bed; he must make a lot of money. What rich woman wouldn't like someone like that?

It's a pity it's too expensive. Chu Rou calculated her salary and realized that it would take her two years of not eating or drinking to afford it once. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Why are you sighing?" Mo Chi asked.

Chu Rou chuckled, "It's nothing. I just suddenly realized my salary is too low. I need to work harder to earn more money."

"How much do you earn a month?" Mo Chi looked up at Chu Rou.

"I'll get around 20,000."

Mo Chi raised an eyebrow. "In City C, this salary is not bad."

Chu Rou stood up with the iodine solution in her hand, and sighed again, "Sigh! It's so frustrating to compare yourself to others. What I envy most is someone who can earn 500,000 yuan in one go."

Mo Chi: "What should we do?"