"You..."

Chu Yuying's fantasy was so adorable that Yu Shiyue was immediately overwhelmed with maternal love. She reached out and gently ruffled Chu Yuying's hair, her eyes smiling: "When you really manage to make money every time you breathe, you probably won't have time to sleep anymore."

"Too."

Chu Yuying felt very comfortable being massaged. She squinted her eyes and purred softly, just like a kitten.

"But... what's the background of that blond kid's family? He's only a few years older than me, yet he owns a house like this. And now even his sister is doing it, buying houses worth millions just like that. What exactly does his family do?"

Chu Yuying, having enjoyed being fondled, broke free from Yu Shiyue's grasp and looked at the spacious and bright house before her, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

The blond-haired boy never mentioned his family background, a fact that Chu Yuying had long suspected.

Could this blond-haired guy, who looks like a loser, actually be a rich kid?

“Everyone has secrets. Maybe Xia Che’s secret is his background. At least I’ve never met him. It’s strange that someone his age would live alone. And haven’t you noticed? We’ve never met his parents, and Xia Che doesn’t seem to have ever had any contact with them.”

When the secret was mentioned, Yu Shiyue subtly looked away.

She didn't think owning a house in a luxury neighborhood was anything special. If she didn't rebel and followed her parents' decision to follow the life path they had planned for her, she probably could own several houses like this.

But as she said, everyone has secrets.

Sometimes, not digging too deep into someone's secrets is a form of respect.

"That's right!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Yuying seemed to wake from a dream and slapped her forehead.

It has to be Sister Xiaoyue!

Thinking about it carefully, Xia Che seems to be in the same situation as me.

Could it be just as I thought before... that Xia Che is actually an orphan as well?

Chu Yuying stroked her chin. If he weren't an orphan, even if there were family conflicts, she wouldn't abandon her son.

Even wealthy families who live abroad and can't come back for years wouldn't never make a phone call, right?

With so much money, why would they care about the cost of international phone calls?

"Thinking about it this way, Little Yellow Hair is quite pitiful, but he has never shown any sadness. Instead, he is lazy all day long... It's just that his personality is a bit awful."

Chu Yuying wasn't good at praising people. Even when she was praising someone, the tone would shift in the second half, subtly venting her dissatisfaction.

She can cook, is gentle, thoughtful, and reliable.

If only my personality were a little more perfect, and I could cut off that damn side-swept fringe and get a new hairstyle...

Isn't that the template for the perfect boyfriend?

"So we were lucky; the landlord was a good man."

Yu Shiyue smiled slightly, glanced around unintentionally, and asked in confusion, "Strange, Sister Xiaolu just went to the toilet, why isn't she out yet?"

After moving, Wen Chenlu served each of them a cup of fragrant tea, and then went to the bathroom under the pretext of having a stomachache. Half an hour has passed, and she still hasn't come out.

"He might be constipated."

Chu Yuying shrugged, then looked at the fragrant tea on the coffee table in front of her. Her big eyes darted around, and she picked up her own cup, giggling as she handed it to Yu Shiyue: "Sister Xiaoyue, how about we switch? I feel like your cup tastes better than mine."

"Aren't they all the same?"

Yu Shiyue planned to let it cool down a bit before drinking it, so she held it in her hands the whole time. She was a little puzzled when she heard Chu Yuying's request.

"Oh dear, I don't like drinks that are too hot. Your cup looks like it will cool down faster. Let's switch."

Chu Yuying stuck out her tongue. She had a cat-like tongue and had never liked eating food that was too hot since she was a child.

Even in winter, when the temperature drops to several degrees below zero, Chu Yuying would let her food cool down before eating it.

For Chu Yuying, eating hot food or drinking hot water was like taboo knowledge—an indescribable, evil habit.

despise!

"Fine, I can't do anything with you."

Yu Shiyue didn't care; she was fine with either hot or cold drinks, and she swapped with Chu Yuying.

"Hehe, thanks!"

Chu Yuying held up the paper cup, ready to drink. She really wanted to taste what the fragrant tea brewed by the rich tasted like.

Just as the paper cup touched his lips, about to flow into his mouth...

"Wait a moment!"

A sharp shout suddenly rang out, startling Chu Yuying. Her hand trembled, and the fragrant tea in the paper cup almost spilled.

"Sister Lulu, what are you doing..."

Chu Yuying recognized the voice and turned her head in dissatisfaction, about to complain, when she saw Wen Chenlu rush out of the bathroom with a tense little face, like a cat with its fur standing on end. She snatched the paper cup from Chu Yuying's hand and threw it into the trash can.

After finishing all that, Wen Chenlu walked quickly to the dining table with a blank expression, poured a new cup of fragrant tea from the teapot, then quickly walked back, put it in Chu Yuying's hand, and said indifferently, "Drink this, this one has gone cold."

Without looking back, Wen Chenlu walked back into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

The two were left standing there dumbfounded.

The two women looked at each other, their faces full of question marks.

"What's going on? Was that Sister Lulu just now?"

Chu Yuying stared blankly at the cup of cooled tea that had suddenly appeared in her hand, then looked up at the bathroom, her little head filled with big question marks.

"She really is... a woman as swift as the wind."

After trying for a long time, Yu Shiyue finally found a word in her brain's vocabulary that could barely be used to describe Wen Chenlu.

"Are all rich people like this? I heard that in Saudi Arabia, if the tea served to guests has been sitting for a while, say more than ten minutes, it has to be replaced with fresh tea to ensure the taste and to show respect to the guests. Could it be... that's what Sister Lulu means? She respects us a lot?"

Chu Yuying took a sip of the fragrant tea and felt the aroma lingering on her teeth. Her eyes lit up slightly: "It really is like that! It's such a delicious tea. Sister Xiaoyue, you should try it."

"Perhaps... what you said makes sense."

Yu Shiyue nodded, her expression strange as she reluctantly agreed with Chu Yuying's statement.

Ever since they started helping Wen Chenlu move, she's been acting rather strangely, always doing things that they can't understand. Is this really a rich person's quirk?

But how come I've never heard of it before?

Moreover, what Sakura just mentioned about Saudi customs...

It's completely fabricated, isn't it?

"It is indeed good tea."

Yu Shiyue took a bite and agreed.

...

Inside the bathroom, Wen Chenlu was squatting on the floor, hugging her knees, drawing circles on the floor with her fingers.

"It failed again..."