Chapter Eight: Unlimited Wealth – Who Wants It?
The flickering zeros on the screen stung Luo Yan's eyes. Her fingers trembled as she clicked "refund" with the fastest hand speed she'd ever used, then bombarded the other end with a phone call.
"Comrade Luo Muyang!"
"Oh, you're exaggerating," Luo Muyang chuckled on the other end. "It's only natural for a father to transfer some pocket money to his daughter; the organization will understand..."
"Understand my ass! Who gets 200,000 yuan in pocket money?! If you don't change your capitalist habits, I'll apply to be transferred to the Discipline Inspection Commission tomorrow and let you experience what it means to put family aside for the greater good!" Luo Yan was so angry that she almost crushed her phone. "I'm saying this one last time, my salary is enough to live on. I eat in the cafeteria, I live in the dormitory, and I'm as happy as a god! I don't need you to express your misplaced fatherly love with money! Goodbye! No, goodbye!"
She finished speaking in one breath, giving Luo Muyang no chance to refute, and abruptly hung up the phone, then decisively set his messages to "Do Not Disturb".
The world is temporarily at peace.
With a sigh of relief, I resigned myself to my fate and headed to the subway station, ready to go home and soothe my wounded heart and terrified nerves with a bowl of instant noodles with double the amount of pickled cowpeas.
On the other side, Luo Muyang, who had just been hung up on by his daughter, held his phone and hesitated for less than three seconds before a sudden idea struck him. If Yanyan didn't want it, he could give it to Feifei. If Feifei accepted it, wouldn't that be the same as Yanyan accepting it?
So he immediately transferred the 200,000 yuan to Xu Jingfei intact, with a note:
Feifei, it's getting hot, don't be too stingy with money, just say so if you need more.
Xu Jingfei, who was enjoying a sunbath with He Jun at the beach, heard her phone notification. She glanced at it lazily, saw the sender, smiled, accepted the money, and replied:
-?
Luo Muyang replied instantly:
- Cool-off fee. [Well-behaved]
Xu Jingfei:
-A new day, a new look! What got into my brain today?
Luo Muyang:
- Yan Yan's criticism is right; I can't solve problems with money alone. [Feeling wronged but obedient.jpg]
Xu Jingfei:
So this 200,000 is just paper?
Luo Muyang:
This is my love for you and Yanyan. [Heart emoji]
Xu Jingfei frowned as she looked at the aggrieved emoji on the screen that was completely out of character for Luo Muyang's age and status. She rolled her eyes elegantly, locked the screen, and continued to enjoy her boyfriend's massage, not intending to delve into what the father and daughter were up to.
A few days later, the sweet trip came to an end, and Xu Jingfei returned home.
As soon as she entered, she keenly sensed something unusual. What was wrong? The house seemed...too tidy! Based on her understanding of Luo Yan, this girl's living conditions when living alone should be like this: takeout boxes and dirty clothes flying everywhere, sofa and bed all the same color.
Xu Jingfei picked up the high-quality shirt and narrowed her eyes. This was definitely not something Luo Yan would be willing to spend money on, nor could she afford.
This level of spending... among the men she knew, only Luo Muyang could afford it. However, Luo Yan wished she could draw a line between herself and this living father, and she would consider it a loss if he even stepped one foot into her house, let alone leave her clothes behind.
If it's not Luo Muyang, then who is it?
Could it be... that Luo Yan found a rich boyfriend while she was away from home? And it even progressed to the point where she brought him home for the night?
This is incredible!
Just then, the sound of a key turning came from the front door.
Luo Yan wanted to take Jiang Sui's shirt away to the dry cleaners and return it as soon as possible before Xu Jingfei returned, so as to put this matter to rest in peace.
As soon as I entered, I saw Xu Jingfei holding that "evidence," her eyes sharp as Detective Conan's.
"Oh, Officer Luo's back?" Xu Jingfei waved the shirt in her hand, her tone playful. "As expected of my daughter, Xu Jingfei's daughter. Keeping a mistress hidden away? Tell me, which gentleman has such...unpretentious taste?"
Luo Yan's heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to remain calm and said, "If you have nothing to do, go do some square dancing. That's the kind of activity that's more suitable for someone your age... What 'snail prince'? I just borrowed a colleague's clothes the other day because I accidentally got them dirty. I need to take them to be washed and returned to them."
"A colleague? A male colleague whose shirt costs more than half a year's salary? Is your Culture and Tourism Bureau now hiring people based on the standards of the wealthy?"
"Ugh, aren't you annoying me? I told you we're just ordinary colleagues!" Luo Yan said angrily. "Give it to me now! I'm in a hurry to return it!"
"Are you in a hurry to meet him?" Xu Jingfei raised an eyebrow. "When will you bring him back for me to see? Let me see what kind of person he is that could make our Comrade Luo, who is wholeheartedly devoted to the Party, have worldly desires."
"What are you looking at! Nothing like that!" Luo Yan snatched the shirt away and stuffed it into the dry cleaning bag she had prepared, her face as red as a boiled shrimp. "Instead of wasting your time, you should worry more about whether your little boyfriend will swindle all your retirement savings!"
She snatched the bag and practically fled the house.
Xu Jingfei watched her daughter's hurried departure, a knowing smile appearing on her face. She then leisurely sent a message to Luo Muyang:
-Your daughter is dating someone, and her boyfriend must be quite wealthy.
Luo Muyang:
What?! Which blond bastard is trying to kidnap my daughter?! [Angry][Bomb][Knife]
After successfully igniting her father's anxiety, Xu Jingfei tossed her phone aside and went to find a face mask, humming a tune with satisfaction.
Luo Yan had just reached the entrance of the residential area with her dry cleaning bag when she bumped into two people she never wanted to see again: Wu Yuzhou and Yang Xin.
The two were getting out of a brand-new Porsche. Yang Xin was affectionately linking arms with Wu Yuzhou, smiling smugly. Wu Yuzhou was dressed in a casual suit, exuding an air of sophistication.
When they met on a narrow path, Luo Yan wanted to pretend she didn't see him and walk around, but Wu Yuzhou called out to her.
"Xiao Yan?" Wu Yuzhou's tone carried a perfectly measured mix of surprise and concern. "Long time no see. How have you been?" His gaze fell on the dry cleaning bag in Luo Yan's hand, which was clearly filled with men's clothing, and his eyes flickered slightly. "Have you got a boyfriend yet?"
Yang Xin suddenly exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Oh dear!" and said in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Oh, Yuzhou, what are you saying? Don't we know Yanyan? She's always focused on her work, how could she have a boyfriend... But Yanyan, a girl always needs someone to rely on. It's so hard for you to always be all alone." As she spoke, she affectionately pulled Wu Yuzhou closer, "Finding a boyfriend isn't just about looks; you also need to consider his abilities and character. He has to be like our Yuzhou, someone who knows how to care for others and is reliable in his career. Otherwise, if you just find some random Tom, Dick, or Harry, you'll suffer a lot in the future."
Luo Yan remained silent, only offering a cold laugh.
Even if she were stupid, she wouldn't fail to recognize that these words, seemingly caring but actually boastful, made her think, "I haven't even settled accounts with you yet, and you've already delivered yourself to my doorstep."
She deliberately spoke vaguely, but the words "this brand" and "pretentious," coupled with her seemingly complaining yet actually boastful tone, accurately conveyed the message that "this man is rich and pretentious."
Wu Yuzhou's smile faded slightly, and his eyes became more scrutinizing: "Oh? Which family's young talent has caught Xiaoyan's eye? When will you bring him out to meet us?"
Yang Xin paused for a moment, then put on that fake smile again: "That's right, bring it to us so we can take a look and let us check it out for you. After all, you're a rather naive person, so don't get fooled. These days, I've heard of quite a few people who pretend to be rich but are actually drowning in debt."
Luo Yan smiled even more brightly: "Thank you for your concern, but he's usually quite busy and doesn't like to get involved in crowds. He just works at an IT company managing some small tasks." She deliberately spoke casually, but inside she was filled with the pleasure of revenge.
"Heh... I thought it was something important, just a programmer..." Yang Xin laughed even more contemptuously. "What kind of company is it? Tell us so we can all see... Is it some third-rate little company? The economy is tough these days, you should be careful about layoffs!"
"Xin'er, don't be like this." Wu Yuzhou tugged at Yang Xin and smiled at Luo Yan: "By the way, Xin'er and I are getting married at the end of next month. We haven't gotten together in a long time. Bring your boyfriend and come have a drink at our wedding." As he spoke, he took out a carefully designed gold-embossed invitation from his pocket and handed it to Luo Yan: "You must come."
Looking at the glaring red invitation, Luo Yan felt as if the balloon she had just blown up had been stabbed hard with a needle.
It's sad, heartbreaking, but mostly it's a dilemma!
Where is she going to conjure up a real "rich boyfriend" right now? But based on the basic principle of not losing face, she'll satisfy her urge to talk first. Whether she has a boyfriend or not doesn't matter; what matters is infuriating this arrogant couple!
Taking the invitation, Luo Yan's smile was impeccable: "Okay, I'll ask about his schedule. But he's been working on some big project lately, a key government-led project, so he's very busy and might not have time. I'll try my best to take him there."
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Wu Yuzhou nodded with a smile, but his eyes held a deeper look.
Yang Xin pursed her lips, clearly not believing that Luo Yan really had a "rich boyfriend".
Watching the couple leave hand in hand, Luo Yan looked at the invitation and dry cleaning bag in her hand. After a brief moment of pleasure, all that remained was endless regret.
Oh no, I've blown my own horn too big and now it's backfired!
Is it too late to take back what I said? I need an answer urgently.
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