In a flash, Su Xinyi composed herself, wiped away her tears, and carefully put the money into her pocket.
"Dad, come with me to see our new rented house. It's spacious and not crowded."
"Okay, I'll go take a look." Su Qingwen's purpose in coming today was not just to deliver bed sheets and blankets.
The main reason was to check out the apartment the two were renting, fearing that Ye Beiping and Su Xinyi might have been scammed.
They set off without hesitation.
Ye Beiping first packed his things, then picked up his and Su Xinyi's bags and went to the front desk to cancel the room reservation, hoping to at least get back a few yuan of the deposit.
When they arrived at the door, Su Qingwen had already placed the bed sheets and blankets on a tricycle.
Ye Beiping was somewhat amused and exasperated by this action.
Since the car was already prepared, why did my father-in-law have to go through all that trouble of carrying things in and out?
But he dared not say such a thing at this time, lest his father-in-law appear somewhat foolish.
Su Xinyi was also puzzled, but she didn't say anything about her father's love.
"Beiping, can you ride one?" Su Qingwen asked Ye Beiping, pointing to the tricycle.
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Ye Beiping nodded immediately.
Bicycles are no problem, let alone tricycles.
“Okay, then you ride.” Su Qingwen helped Su Xinyi sit down, and then plopped down on the other side himself.
Ye Beiping didn't stand on ceremony; he got on the tricycle and released the handbrake.
The car drove smoothly on the road.
It's unclear whether it was Su Xinyi's good looks that attracted a lot of onlookers.
Why would a beautiful and elegant woman be sitting on a tricycle? At the very least, it should be a 28-inch bicycle.
Some young men even smacked their lips and said, "If it were my woman, I think I'd have her sit on the crossbar of a 28-inch bicycle so I could hold her and smell her fragrance every now and then."
"Hahaha." His companions burst out laughing upon hearing this, and even teased the young man who had spoken, "If you had a girlfriend this beautiful, you'd probably be the governor's son, right?"
"Hahaha."
...
Such discussions are not uncommon.
After all, this is the time when everyone goes to work, and there are many people and cars on the road.
People passing by would turn their heads to look at Su Xinyi for a while.
Beautiful things always attract attention.
Ye Beiping didn't care about this, after all, such gazes had no effect on him.
In this era, the gap between the rich and the poor is not large, and there are plenty of opportunities to make money.
Today you see me riding a tricycle, tomorrow you'll have to crane your neck to see me, because I'll be on an airplane.
At this moment, Ye Beiping could feel a gentle breeze on his cheeks, and a phrase from his past life suddenly came to mind: "Take a gamble and you might turn a bicycle into a motorcycle."
In today's terms, it would be like this: take a gamble, and your bicycle could turn into an airplane.
Indeed, most of those who took a gamble in the next few years bought private jets or business jets and even hired private flight attendants.
Ye Beiping doesn't need private flight attendants, and flight attendants aren't necessarily as pretty or have as curvy a figure as Su Xinyi.
Private jets are still something to consider.
Soon the tricycle arrived at Grandma Qiu's neighborhood.
Upon seeing the residential complex, Su Qingwen immediately understood: "This is one of the earliest employee housing complexes in Hangzhou. Your mother was very envious of it back then."
"But as Hangzhou developed faster and better, those staff housing complexes became more and more luxurious, and now people look down on the houses here."
As Ye Beiping listened to Su Qingwen's words, he was also filled with emotion.
Hangzhou is indeed developing rapidly.
Perhaps this generation felt envious when they were young looking at those workers' communities, but when Ye Beiping and his generation saw the high-rise buildings that slowly rose in the 1990s, they felt envious.
But the next generation sees more than just skyscrapers and villas; they have higher aspirations.
For example, sports cars, yachts, airplanes... well, all that's missing is a cannon.
After all, no major power in the world allows its citizens to own cannons.
When the tricycle came to a steady stop downstairs, some residents in the neighborhood all looked over.
The neighborhood is old, so naturally most of the residents are elderly.
They saw a young couple moving house and became curious.
Who would live in such a dilapidated house? Are they someone's children?
Different guesses surfaced in their minds.
Ye Beiping didn't pay much attention to that. After parking the car, he started busying himself with getting things.
"Xinyi, wait a moment, let me take my things upstairs first. The stairwell is so narrow, it might be crowded if you get bumped. Stand to the side for now, I'll come down and help you later."
"No need." Su Xinyi didn't think she was so delicate and showed a sweet smile: "I can walk up by myself. You can carry it a couple more times, so don't let Dad carry it."
"OK."
Ye Beiping nodded and took a few bundles upstairs.
Seeing how her daughter and Ye Beiping got along, Su Qingwen was very gratified.
However, he was looking around as people looked at him.
After all, this is where my dreams and aspirations came from when I was young.
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