Traffic jams are common in big cities. It took Yan Mo three hours to reach Jingyang Community, which was a two-hour journey.

Yan Mo stood at the door of his small villa and rang the doorbell.

"The young lady is back."

The person who came to open the door was the aunt who had worked in Yan Mo's family for more than ten years. Her name was Zheng Hong, and Yan Mo called her Aunt Hong.

Yan Mo didn't see his mother, so he asked, "Where's my mom?"

Whenever she comes home for the Chinese New Year, her mother is usually the first to come out to greet her.

"He went out early in the morning. Recently, the master has been leaving early and returning late."

Needless to say, they must be busy with company affairs.

Aunt Hong was about to take the suitcase from Yan Mo, but Yan Mo refused.

After entering the house, the aunt said, "Miss, I will make breakfast for you."

"Auntie Hong, no need. I've already eaten at my grandpa's house. Go get busy!"

Yan Mo went to the second floor and opened the door. He took a deep breath and felt the smell of home. The layout of the room was the same as before, even the fresh fragrance was unchanged.

Putting down the suitcase in her hand, Yan Mo looked at the time. It was still early for the agreed time, so she rolled up her sleeves and began to pack the luggage she brought back.

Looking up, Yan Mo saw the packages piled up in the corner. He gave up and decided to clean them up when he came back in the evening!

She didn't buy anything on a regular basis, and it was only when she moved that Yan Mo discovered the horror.

There are so many of them that it will take at least a day or two to sort them out.

"Ring, ring, ring..." the phone rang.

Yan Mo stopped what she was doing and picked up her phone. It was Gong Ling, one of her iron triangle members, calling.

"Yan Mo, I'm at your door."

Gong Ling's clear and pleasant voice came from the phone. Yan Mo stood up, walked to the balcony and looked towards the door.

A hot, stylishly dressed girl leaned against a very cool black motorcycle and waved enthusiastically at Yan Mo. "Mo Mo, come down quickly."

Yan Mo quickly returned to the room, took a sun-protective jacket, turned around and went downstairs.

Passing by the living room, Aunt Hong was mopping the floor. After a moment's thought, she said, "Aunt Hong, I'll clean up the room myself when I get back. You can just take away the cardboard boxes at the door."

"Okay, Miss," Aunt Hong said again after remembering something: "By the way, Madam just called and said that Miss and her brother-in-law will come over in the evening."

Yan Mo responded and left the house.

Seeing her bestie coming out, Gong Ling stepped onto the motorcycle, threw a helmet to Yan Mo, and patted the seat behind her: "Girl, get on the bike. I'll take you for a ride."

“…Okay.” Yan Mo took the helmet, put it on, and got in the car.

Melbourne is a coastal city and it is still very hot in October.

The locomotive was moving very fast and a strong wind blew up. Only then did Yan Mo, who was sitting on the locomotive, feel the slight chill of autumn.

More than ten minutes.

They arrived at the Harborside School District. Standing at the entrance to the complex were two real estate agents, hired by Yan Mo to take photos of her house and put it up for sale online.

Yan Mo took them into the community, found the apartment, went upstairs, took out the key, unlocked the door and entered the house.

The house was neither big nor small, and the decoration was quite new. Yan Mo remembered that the decoration fee was her first salary.

"Miss Yan, no one has lived in this house yet!"

The two agents entered the house to take a look, their eyes showing joy. This location by the harbor, with north-south ventilation, this kind of house that is neither too big nor too small and exquisitely decorated is the most popular in the market.

"Well, it was renovated two years ago. I was abroad and it has been empty here ever since." She sat on the sofa in the hall, stroking the furniture she had worked so hard to buy, with reluctance in her eyes.

Gong Ling: "Are you really going to sell it? Are you willing to do so? This house was your father's eighteenth birthday gift to you."

"Hang it up first. If they're okay, we'll take it down then."

Yan Mo smiled indifferently.

Converting real estate into cash is not a matter of one day or one night, so it is always better to make preparations in advance. She has always been a prepared person.

Gong Ling beside her patted her shoulder and said, "You really haven't changed at all. You are calm and thoughtful in dealing with things. I admire you."

"Don't call me sister, sister, I'm still one day older than you." Yan Mo rolled his eyes and slapped Gong Ling's hand away.

At this time.

The agent had finished taking photos and collecting the necessary information. They found Yan Mo and asked, "Ms. Yan, how much are you going to sell this house for?"

Yan Mo turned his head and glanced at Gong Ling, signaling her to calm down.

Yan Mo had just returned to China, so Gong Ling, who had been staying in Mo City, of course knew more about the housing prices in Mo City than Yan Mo.

After getting a signal from Yan Mo, Gong Ling began her performance, and Yan Mo became the hands-off boss.

This was what they had discussed when they came. For the eloquent Gong Ling, dealing with people was much better than Yan Mo.

After the price was preliminarily determined, Gong Ling suggested holding a welcoming banquet for Yan Mo in the evening.

Yan Mo refused.

The reason was that her mother called and urged her to go home.

Seeing Gong Ling's disappointed look, Yan Mo promised to treat her to dinner tomorrow.

Gong Ling then reluctantly sent her home.

As soon as they arrived at the door of their house, they ran into her sister Yan Jing and her brother-in-law Tang Jie.

Yan Mo and the others were wearing helmets and the motorcycle was parked in a corner, so they didn't recognize it.

Tang Jie, who was walking in front, saw that his wife was still lagging behind and shouted impatiently, "Yan Jing, hurry up, stop dawdling."

Yan Jing responded gently: "Coming."

Yan Mo saw his sister holding the baby in one hand and carrying something in the other, and he clenched his fists, wishing he could go up and punch the man.

Why did he scold her sister when he had nothing in his hands?

"Tsk tsk, Yan Jing is just too easy to bully. That's why your brother-in-law exploits her so recklessly." Gong Ling couldn't stand it any longer and complained, "If it were me, I would have thrown something in his face a long time ago. Marriage! I'd rather be in a lifelong relationship with my boyfriend!"

Gong Ling suddenly put away her smile and turned to look at Yan Mo with a serious expression: "Yan Mo, have you really thought it through? Agree to your mother's arrangement. Tang Jie was chosen by your mother for you. It was because you suddenly went abroad that she arranged him for your sister. How is it now? In just a few years, it has become like this. The waters of the rich are deep, and it is not right to be a rich wife."

Yes, her sister is a wealthy wife.

Seeing his sister living like this, Yan Mo felt like his heart was stabbed by a needle.

But her mother only saw the surface and wanted her to marry a rich man like her sister.

It is not so easy to enter the upper class circle. Her mother doesn’t know it, but Yan Mo knows it.

My younger sister has never had a good life. She has a shrewd mother-in-law who dislikes her for giving birth to a daughter. Her husband is a mama's boy who doesn't come home early in the morning or late at night. She lives a worse life at home than a servant.

With such a life, Yan Mo would rather marry someone of equal status.

However, the blind dates her mother arranged for her were all from the upper class of Mo City.

"I know. I know my limits. I just promised them to take a look first." Yan Mo took off his helmet and handed it to Gong Ling.

"I feel relieved when you say that. If you have any difficulties, just tell me."

Ignoring the incessant ringing phone, Yan Mo thanked him and rang the doorbell.

Gong Ling smoothed her hair, put on her helmet, and walked away.

After entering the courtyard, Yan Mo did not go into the main house immediately. She washed her face with clean water first, and only went in after calming down.