A life of financial freedom

Seeing the departing figure of her little girl, Gao Ruoyun frowned slightly: "Rou Rou is really..."

"Ever since she went to university, she hasn't wanted any help, earning her own tuition, refusing living expenses, and now even finding her own job."

"What is she thinking?"

"Is she not close to us anymore?"

Since starting university, Zhong Rou had become very independent, refusing any help from home and relying entirely on herself.

She usually worked part-time during weekends and summer and winter vacations, sometimes visiting her family when she didn't have work, just for a simple meal.

Gao Ruoyun was very worried about her youngest daughter's behavior, suspecting that her daughter was no longer close to her.

"Little sister has her own ideas, don't worry about it," Zhong Tingyue comforted her mother.

Zhong Tingyue wasn't worried; she understood her younger sister.

It wasn't that she was estranged from them, but rather that Zhong Rou's independent thinking, formed from a young age, had been deeply understood and strengthened in university. Compared to help from home, she preferred to rely on her own hands to build her own world.

This gave her a greater sense of accomplishment.

This was a typical case of needlessly enduring hardship.

"Let her be."

Zhong Tingyue picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into her son's bowl. The latter twisted his face, unwilling, and the former said, "Children need to eat more meat to grow taller."

"I don't like it," Chu Zhiye replied.

"Children can't be picky eaters."

Zhong Tingyue said to her son and daughter, "Whoever eats that piece of braised pork, I'll reward them with ten yuan."

Hearing this, Chu Jin picked up the braised pork and put it in her mouth, chewing happily. Zhong Tingyue immediately gave her daughter ten yuan, and the latter gave the ten yuan to Chu Zhiye.

These two children each got what they wanted. They looked at each other and nodded in satisfaction.

Chu Fang laughed until his stomach hurt: "If the son doesn't like to eat meat, then don't eat it. You have to use this method. It makes you look like a clown."

Zhong Tingyue glared at her husband.

It's bad enough that you don't help, but you're still making sarcastic remarks.

... ...

Night fell.

Zhong Rou left the villa, stretched, and then took the subway to Wenqing School.

As soon as she arrived, she saw Wenqing standing under a streetlight, dragging a suitcase, a graceful and beautiful lady in a white dress.

Next to her was a young man with a roguish air talking. Wenqing retreated, and the young man moved even closer.

The young man was delighted.

Today, he actually met such a beautiful girl, and she wasn't even rejecting him.

This was very obvious... this girl liked him!

The refusal was just a ploy to catch him, actually wanting to hook him.

Woman, I've seen through your conspiracy, you'll just obediently submit.

Just as he was about to continue his advance, he suddenly felt a sense of urgency, subconsciously tilted his neck, and saw a leg strike straight into the lamppost, making a 'bang' sound.

"Are you sick?"

Seeing her friend arrive, Wenqing quickly hid behind Zhong Rou, while the latter put down her right leg, hands on her hips: "Haven't you seen a woman before? Go back and crawl into your mom's belly."

"You woman..." The young man came back to his senses and wanted to retort a few words to Zhong Rou, but his eyes subconsciously glanced at the lamppost, which had obvious dents and bumps on its metal surface, the marks of Zhong Rou's kick.

He didn't say anything, and his mouth twitched.

The words he wanted to say suddenly became silent.

The young man pointed to the back and shouted, "Look, a plane!"

After speaking, the young man left this place with lightning speed.

After entering the school and seeing the security guard, he patted his chest.

Oh my!

Kicking a metal lamppost crooked with one kick, that's too fierce, right?

BYD, if that kick hit me, would I still be alive?

Fortunately, I had a flash of inspiration.

I'm so TM smart!

Zhong Rou watched the young man disappear, then slowly withdrew her gaze: "Wenqing, don't be so timid. When facing that kind of idiot, you have to hit them hard."

"Oh, I understand," Wenqing nodded.

Although she said so, she couldn't change it.

Then Wenqing gave the suitcase to Zhong Rou: "Rou Rou, these are the books I bought from the senior students, all with notes."

"Hehe..." Zhong Rou took the suitcase and let out a burst of laughter.

"Can these things be sold? Won't you lose money?" Wenqing expressed doubt.

"No," Zhong Rou shook her head. "These things are very easy to sell. Putting them on a second-hand trading platform is even better than selling brand-new books. When the time comes, I'll find a few shills to say that the original owners of these books are from Tsinghua and Peking University, and that each of them has achieved something in their studies, then they'll be even easier to sell. I'll make a big profit!"

"But my school isn't Tsinghua or Peking University."

"It is now," Zhong Rou said with a serious face. "By the way, have you found an internship?"

"My mom wants me to follow her."

"That's fine too," Zhong Rou nodded. "Okay, I'm leaving. Let's have dinner together another day."

"In the future, if you encounter an idiot like that and you feel like you can't handle it, just call me directly, and I'll handle it."

Wenqing nodded: "Okay."