"We're getting married...we'll be living together, so we definitely need to buy the house together."

Liang Zhirou insisted that she had always held firm to her beliefs on this matter.

After saying that, she turned to look out the window and stared intently at the little girl downstairs, who was holding her father's and mother's hands respectively. Her gaze shifted from envy to sadness, but was quickly replaced by determination.

Unlike others, she didn't have parents to help prepare her dowry...

But she can work hard to earn it herself, relying on her own two hands.

Then, like other girls, she married him properly.

We can't let Chen Lu always give in to her.

Chen Lu noticed her gaze, paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and said, "You have such a handsome boyfriend standing next to you, and you don't even glance at him? Ha, woman, you're already tired of him, aren't you?"

The girl's eyes crinkled into a smile. "No, not at all."

Liang Zhirou quietly placed her hand in front of her and felt her heart beating a little faster than usual.

Even after all this time, looking at your face still makes my heart race. How could I possibly get tired of it?

After whispering to each other, the two returned to the living room together.

......

By noon, the two girls had finished packing up most of the small items, leaving the heavy lifting of the larger items to the only man present.

Liang Zhirou leaned over to offer help, but Chen Lu decisively refused.

She sat back down on the sofa, wiping the sweat from her forehead, before noticing the unread messages on her phone screen.

Upon seeing the transfer for the final payment on the artwork, the girl frowned in confusion.

Mu Zhimu: "Didn't you say the final payment would be made after the manuscript was submitted...?"

Amuro Tooru's runaway girlfriend: "Consider this an expression of our company's sincerity in cooperating with you. We are very willing to cooperate with you in the long term."

Mu Zhimu: "Thank you."

Amuro Tooru's runaway girlfriend: "Can I ask you a question? Why are you working so hard?"

I've never met an artist as efficient and on time as you before..."

Mu Zhimu: "I'm poor."

After replying to the messages, she spent a little time calculating how much it would cost to buy the electric scooter and clothes for Chen Lu, and then left some money for her mother.

After deducting all that, she estimated she would still have two thousand left, so she simply used the remaining two thousand to pay off her debts.

The moment the transfer message popped up on her end.

Chen Lu's phone, which was on the coffee table, rang immediately afterward.