Watching her little girl's departing figure, Gao Ruoyun frowned slightly: "Rou Rou, really."
"Since I entered university, I haven't asked for any help. I earn my own tuition, I don't need living expenses, and now I have to find a job myself."
What was she thinking?
"Are we no longer close to each other?"
Since starting university, Zhong Rou has become very independent, refusing anything her family provides and relying entirely on herself.
He usually works part-time on weekends and during winter and summer vacations. Sometimes when he has no work, he comes home to visit his relatives and have a simple meal.
Gao Ruoyun was very worried about her little girl's behavior, wondering if her daughter was no longer close to her.
“My little sister has her own ideas, don’t worry about her,” Zhong Tingyue comforted her mother.
Zhong Tingyue, however, had no worries; she understood her younger sister.
It wasn't that she was distancing herself from them, but rather that Zhong Rou's independent thinking, which she had developed since childhood, was deeply understood and strengthened in college. Compared to the help from her family, she preferred to rely on her own hands to build her own empire.
This makes it more fulfilling.
This is a classic example of forcing yourself to endure hardship when there is none.
"Let her be."
Zhong Tingyue picked up some braised pork with her chopsticks and put it in her son's bowl. The latter's face twisted in displeasure. Zhong Tingyue said, "Children need to eat more meat to grow."
"I don't like it," Chu Zhiye replied.
"Children should not be picky eaters."
Zhong Tingyue said to her son and daughter, "Whoever eats that piece of braised pork will get a ten-yuan reward from me."
Upon hearing this, Chu Jin picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in her mouth, chewing happily. Zhong Tingyue immediately gave her daughter ten yuan, which the latter then gave to Chu Zhiye.
The two children each got what they wanted, looked at each other, and nodded in satisfaction.
Chu Fang laughed until his stomach hurt: "If your son doesn't like meat, then he doesn't have to eat it. Why do you have to do it this way? It makes you look like a clown."
Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes at her husband.
Not only did they not help, but they also made sarcastic remarks.
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Night fell.
Zhong Rou left the villa, stretched, and then took the subway to Wenqing School.
Upon arrival, I saw Wenqing standing under a streetlamp, dragging her suitcase. She was dressed in a white dress and looked like a graceful lady.
A nonchalant young man was talking next to her. Wen Qing stepped back, but the young man stepped forward.
The young man was overjoyed.
I actually met such a beautiful girl today, and she didn't reject me.
It's obvious... this girl likes him!
The refusal was merely a ploy to lure him in; the real intention was to bait him.
Woman, I've seen through your scheme, so just give in.
Just as he was about to continue his attack, he suddenly felt a sense of urgency. He instinctively turned his neck and saw a leg strike the lamppost with a loud 'bang'.
Are you sick?
Upon seeing her daughter arrive, Wenqing quickly hid behind Zhong Rou, who lowered her right leg and put her hands on her hips, saying, "Never seen a woman before, huh? Go home and crawl into your mother's belly."
"You woman..." The young man came to his senses and wanted to retort to Zhong Rou, but his eyes subconsciously glanced at the lamppost. There were obvious dents and bumps on the metal lamppost, which were the marks that Zhong Rou had kicked earlier.
He didn't say anything, but his lips twitched.
What I wanted to say suddenly fell silent.
The young man pointed behind him and shouted, "Look, an airplane!"
After saying that, the young man left with lightning speed.
Once he entered the school and saw the security guard, he patted his chest in relief.
Good heavens!
Kicked a metal lamppost and bent it—that's incredible!
bYd, if that kick had landed on me, would I still be alive?
Fortunately, I had a quick thinking moment.
I'm so damn smart!
Zhong Rou watched the young man disappear, then slowly withdrew her gaze: "Wenqing, don't be so timid. When facing that kind of jerk, you have to give him a good beating."
"Oh, I understand." Wenqing nodded.
That being said, she couldn't change it.
Then Wenqing handed the suitcase to Zhong Rou: "Rou Rou, these are books I bought from senior students. I've taken notes on them all."
"Hehe..." Zhong Rou took the suitcase and laughed.
"Will these things sell? Won't we lose money?" Wenqing asked doubtfully.
"No," Zhong Rou shook her head. "These things sell very well. They'll sell even better on secondhand trading platforms than brand-new books. I'll also find a few shills to say that the original owners of these books were from Tsinghua and Peking Universities, and that they were all highly accomplished. That will make them even easier to sell, and I'll make a fortune!"
"But my school isn't Tsinghua or Peking University."
"Yes, I am now." Zhong Rou said earnestly. "By the way, have you found an internship yet?"
“My mom wants me to work for her.”
“That works too.” Zhong Rou nodded. “Alright, I’m leaving now. Let’s have dinner together another day.”
"If you encounter someone like that again and feel you can't handle it, just call me and I'll take care of it."
Wen Qing nodded: "Okay."
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