yournovel Chapter 308 Money is just another way of being with us.
Chapter 308 Money is just another way of being with us.
Chapter 308 Money is just another form of companionship with us
"I wonder if you've ever felt this way: when we sleep cuddling, it's unbearably hot inside the covers, but as soon as we get out, it's unbearably cold—"
"Great! Let's buy one!"
As Lin Yourong finished speaking, her gaze swept past Yu Huan's high nose bridge and looked out the driver's side window.
As the sun sets, the sky is bathed in golden light, creating a magnificent spectacle. The towering skyscrapers gleam brilliantly in the afterglow.
Lin Yourong gazed at the beautiful sunset, and asked with a smile in her voice, "An air conditioner costs at least several thousand yuan. Do you have any money on you right now?"
Yu Huan held the steering wheel firmly with one hand, her eyes focused on the road ahead, and said, "I have a bank card!"
"I'll reimburse you when we get back."
Yu Huan gently stroked the back of her hand, their fingers intertwined, and teased, "Rich woman, you really think of me as a gigolo?"
Lin Yourong's gaze shifted to his sharply defined face.
With a hint of coquettishness, she said half-jokingly, "Hmph, isn't it good to be my gigolo?"
Yu Huan followed her lead and replied in a joking tone, "Okay then, I'll rely on my wife to support me from now on!"
"You've only just started working!"
Lin Yourong paused, then suddenly said with a serious expression:
"Honey, if you don't like working at the newspaper, you can transfer to an administrative unit in a few years—"
Yu Huan chuckled, a warm feeling washing over her, and said, "Was this your mom's or your dad's idea? You didn't tell them I wanted to quit my job, did you?"
Lin Yourong stared at the windshield and said weakly, "I only told my mom a little bit... not too much. My dad probably doesn't know yet."
"Oh." Yu Huan nodded, relieved.
Putting everything else aside, at least at the newspaper, one could still thrive by taking advantage of information asymmetry.
Transferring to an administrative unit sounds wonderful, as it would make one a proper public servant.
But by then, we'll be completely in the dark.
He has to work hard every day to gain experience and compete with all sorts of shrewd people, which goes against his principle of "lying down and developing".
Wouldn't it be a million times more comfortable to invest and run a real business while riding the wave of the times?
Most importantly, you don't have to be a gigolo or a kept man!
Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Lin Yourong couldn't help but ask, "What do you think?"
Without hesitation, Yu Huan replied, "I didn't look at it much."
Lin Youren couldn't help but chuckle; she felt a strange sense of déjà vu about this conversation...
Tilting his head to look at Yu Huan's sharply defined jawline, he asked, "Really no opinion?"
The red light ahead is on.
Yu Huan slowly stepped on the brakes.
Turning her head to gaze at the delicate features between the brim of her hat and her mask, she smiled gently and said, "My opinion is that I have to work hard to earn money to support you, at least to live with me, and your quality of life must not be lowered!"
"Well……"
"As an only child, it's clear that you lived a pretty good life even before you became famous and made money. To be honest, how much did your mother spend on you each year before?"
"Well……"
"It must be at least a few hundred thousand, right?"
Yu Huan paused, shook her head, and continued to emphasize:
"My salary is only a little over two thousand now! Yu Chengcheng used your skincare products this morning, and she said she didn't know they were so expensive! It's not even enough to cover the cost of one set of your skincare products!"
Lin Yourong said timidly, "I can make money, and besides, you can also make money by writing songs—"
Yu Huan turned slightly to the side and gently tugged at the delicate earlobe of the Pure Love Warrior with her left hand: "How much money can you make by writing songs? You don't need to think too much about it, and don't worry too much about me. I have a well-thought-out plan, and no matter what, I won't fail in my business and end up in debt to the point of dragging you down with me."
Lin Yourong gently slapped his hand away and said reproachfully, "You're the one who's overthinking things, aren't you? When the time comes, we'll set up a street stall together to pay off our debts!"
Yu Huan chuckled to himself.
Seeing that the red light had already turned green, I quickly stepped on the gas and caught up with the car in front, which had already driven several meters ahead.
Lin Yourong suddenly pinched his arm and continued, "Hmph! If Chengcheng hadn't let it slip that you're planning to start a restaurant and have already picked out all the people you need—you even said before that you wanted to come to my studio to help me!"
Yu Huan tensed her muscles, adopting a three-dimensional defensive stance, and said, "Don't you like eating crayfish and drinking milk tea? You can eat at your family's shop from now on!"
He paused, then said seriously, "I didn't do this on a whim. Before this, there was probably a preparation period of more than half a year. I didn't have anything important to do, so of course I had to hang out in your studio!"
Upon hearing these words, Lin Yourong fell into a deep silence once more: "Hmm..."
"What? Not welcome?"
Lin Yourong replied without hesitation, "Of course you're welcome! I'd be overjoyed! Most importantly, we can be together every day!"
"Clam?"
Yu Huan feigned surprise and asked:
"I don't think I heard you clearly. What did you say at the end?"
Lin Yourong caught a glimpse of his affectedly puzzled expression...
She immediately pinched his arm hard, and said angrily, "You're not deaf! Stop pretending!"
Yu Huan chuckled.
As they talked, the little BMW approached the front of the home furnishing market.
Yu Huan casually swerved the car into a parking space, released his hand from hers, unbuckled his seatbelt, and said, "Honey, we need to hurry, they start closing here around six."
"it is good."
Feeling relaxed, Lin Yourong got out of the car first.
Looking through the windshield from the front of the car, I saw Yu Huan take out a mask from her pocket and put it on, and my almond-shaped eyes couldn't help but smile.
Yu Huan locked the car door, turned his head and saw two crescent moons between the brim of his hat and his mask. The corners of his mouth also turned up: "What's making you smile so happily?"
talking.
Yu Huan took her hand and led her quickly toward the market gate.
Lin Yourong said softly and cheerfully, "It's you, the one who said you'd work hard to earn money to support me—"
Yu Huan suddenly teased, "Don't you think I'm very responsible? Very handsome!?"
To his surprise, Lin Yourong nodded and actually responded with a "Mm!"
Seeing this, Yu Huan chuckled and said without hesitation, "When you said you would take care of me, you were the most beautiful rich woman in the world!"
"You know how to talk!" Lin Yourong gently pinched his arm.
This home furnishing market has five floors, covering tens of thousands of square meters, and sells a wide variety of items.
From mattresses and sofas to cups and lamps, everything related to home furnishings is available.
Since it was already late, the mall was sparsely populated, and they didn't have time to explore every floor.
Yu Huan glanced at the signs and then quickly led Lin Yourong up the escalator to the second floor to check out the chairs.
We strolled around hand in hand for a while.
Yu Huan noticed that his wife seemed quite interested in the two-seater fabric beanbag chair, but hesitated a bit. She whispered in his ear that it seemed to take up a lot of space in the karaoke room.
In short, it's in a state of being neither fully developed nor fully developed.
However, Yu Huan bought her one without saying a word.
Based on Lin Yourong's preferences, she then selected two modern-style rattan chairs, a solid wood coat rack, a small portable coffee table, and hemp rope clips for creating an art photo wall from the same store.
When asked if there were any delivery drivers available, Yu Huan bargained with the shop assistant and got a 40 yuan discount, then took out her bank card and swiped 600 yuan.
After leaving his address and phone number, he hurriedly went to look at the air conditioner.
Seeing that many brand stalls and areas were turning off their lights and leaving, Yu Huan decisively decided to support Sister Dong, who was preparing to make mobile phones and was on a path of no return from being ridiculed, by buying her a 1.5 horsepower, first-class energy-efficient Geli air conditioner.
The air conditioner is priced at 3,000 yuan, including installation. As for the delivery and installation time, we've arranged with the boss for 5:30 pm tomorrow.
Money really flies; this trip cost me three thousand six hundred.
Yu Huan led Lin You Rong out of the sweltering shopping mall, gazed at the dim sky, and took a deep breath of the cool evening breeze, feeling refreshed all over.
No wonder so many people buy things when they're unhappy; consumption can indeed bring joy and satisfaction!
Lin Yourong pulled her collar tighter and followed Yu Huan's pace, saying with a smile, "Darling, thank you for spending so much!"
Yu Huan held her hand and gently shook it back and forth, jokingly saying, "This is hardly a waste of money! It's just money accompanying us in a different way!"
Lin Yourong smiled and said, "Buying an air conditioner has taken so long, we need to hurry, lest the delivery driver arrives before we get home."
"All I want to eat right now is your durian shell stewed chicken." Yu Huan patted her empty stomach: "I'm starving!"
"Then you'll have to hang in there a little longer, I'll get you a big bowl when we get home!"
Lin Yourong said with a smile, and the two separated their hands in front of the car and opened their respective car doors.
Having just left the furniture market and now stuck in the car, Yu Huan reversed out of the parking space and suddenly felt sleepy and yawned.
He blinked hard, took his phone out of his pocket, casually placed it on the armrest, and said, "Honey, play one of your songs."
"Okay~" Lin Yourong stretched out her fingertip and lightly tapped the hollow screen to turn on the Bluetooth function.
Then he picked up Yu Huan's phone and started operating it.
As Yu Huan listened to the soothing piano prelude of "Time Thief," a thought flashed through his mind, and he asked curiously, "It's Thursday today, the hot song chart on Tencent Music should have been updated by now, right? Honey, what number is your new song at?"
Her soft, gentle singing flowed slowly from the car stereo.
Lin Yourong took off her mask, a smile playing on her lips, and said, "Echoes of the Rainbow is ranked twelfth, and It Is You is number one."
"Clam?"
the first?
The song "It's You" completely surpassed Jay Chou's "Clearly" and Angela Chang's "Keep Walking in the Rain".
It can only be said that Lin Yourong's performance brought this song to a height it had never reached before... However, it is truly unexpected that "Time Thief" could still rank 12th on the hot song chart in its first week without any promotion!
After a moment of surprise, Yu Huan casually said:
"Honey, you're so popular now, your fees for commercial performances must be over a million, right?"
Lin Yourong thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "I think so... Do you need money?"
Hear the words.
Yu Huan gripped the steering wheel with his left hand and hurriedly waved his right, saying, "I was just discussing appearance fees with you! Don't overthink it!"
Lin Yourong's lips moved slightly as she slowly said, "Commercial performances are just normal shows for artists, as long as they don't involve vulgar commercial performances—"
Yu Huan knew her all too well and immediately interrupted her, saying, "Isn't this Sister Ru's excuse to persuade you to take on commercial performances?"
"Well……"
Yu Huan casually glanced at the taillights of the car in front of her and said calmly, "After participating in 'I Am a Singer,' you should be a top-tier female singer. Now you're going out to do gigs and make money. How embarrassing is that?"
Lin Yourong tilted her head, looking adorable: "You have that much faith in me?"
Yu Huan replied without hesitation: "I have confidence in both of us!"
Hearing this, Lin Yourong smiled slightly and said, "Anyway, I have confidence in you~"
Yu Huan slowed down following the car in front, glanced at the red light, and then turned to pinch her oval face.
He said with a smile, "Regardless of confidence, the most important thing is that if you accept commercial performances, your image as a glamorous and wealthy woman will collapse, won't it?"
Lin Yourong chuckled: "I don't know either. Many netizens and fans suddenly started calling me that."
Yu Huan pursed her lips, secretly chuckling to herself as the instigator.
Seeing that he kept pinching her face and wouldn't let go, Lin Yourong playfully slapped his hand away.
As the final notes of "Time Thief" began to play, I looked down at Yu Huan's phone and switched to Jay Chou's "Clearly".
The feeling of hunger made Yu Huan's mind even clearer.
Even during the busy evening rush hour, he skillfully weaved through the traffic, finding every gap in the road.
He listens to music and occasionally chats with his wife, who is playing on his phone and checking up on him.
The scenery outside the car window kept changing, and half an hour later, the little BMW came to a steady stop downstairs.
Yu Huan looked through the car window and watched the graceful figure push the roller shutter door all the way up, walk into the garage, and turn on the lights. Only then did her tense nerves relax.
As I let out a long sigh of relief, the feeling of hunger intensified at that moment.
Just as he drove his BMW into the garage, he caught a glimpse of Lin Yourong suddenly walking quickly to the car door, waving her phone in a gesture of acknowledgment.
Yu Huan noticed that the screen displayed the incoming call interface, so he quickly turned the car key, turned off the engine, and opened the car door.
The BMW's sound insulation is quite good; as the door gradually opens—
"...You are the youth behind me~ You have painted my mountains and streams~" Lin You Rong's clear and bright singing voice came from the phone speaker and entered my ears.
She chuckled and said, "Honey, the phone."
"Oh."
Yu Huan took it with one hand and gently touched the car door with the other.
Seeing a long string of unmarked local numbers, I figured it must be a delivery driver from the home furnishing market, so I quickly answered and put the phone to my ear.
On the other end of the phone came a slightly hoarse, plastic-accented Mandarin.
"Handsome, we're at the entrance of the residential area. You need to tell the security guard—"
Yu Huan hurriedly said, "Wait a moment, I'll call the security guard."
"Oh, okay."
After hanging up the phone, Yu Huan dialed the number of the old man on duty and followed Lin Yourong slowly out of the garage.
On the way, he raised his hand and pressed the light switch on the wall. With a "click", the warehouse was instantly plunged into darkness.
"Honey, lock the garage door, then take the key and go upstairs. I'll wait downstairs for a bit."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong nodded slightly and replied, "Okay."
Yu Huan stood behind her, watching her bend down to lock the door.
After explaining the situation to the old man, I put my phone in my pocket.
Seeing that no one was around, a mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he reached out and pinched a handful of soft, bouncy buttocks.
Lin Yourong immediately looked around, pulled out her keys, straightened up, turned around and punched Yu Huan in the chest, saying coquettishly, "You're never serious all day long!"
Yu Huan reacted quickly and grabbed her fist.
Seeing her struggle to pull her hand away, and then slowly let go, he teased in a low voice, "Who told me my wife to be so charming? It's been so long since I've rubbed your butt!"
"Pooh!"
Lin Yourong immediately spat at him and ran away in shame.
A series of random thoughts ran through my mind:
That stinky man...
It's fine if it's at home...
Flirting doesn't discriminate based on the occasion!
Yu Huan couldn't help but glance at her rosy earlobes.
I watched her dart into the stairwell, put her hands behind her head, take a deep breath of fresh air, feel the coolness penetrate her lungs, and feel completely comfortable.
Not long after.
Seeing a van slowly turning and approaching, Yu Huan quickly raised her arm and waved to signal it.
The wheels, slightly stained with mud, slowly came to a stop at Yu Huan's feet.
A gaunt middle-aged man, about forty-five years old, leaned out of the half-open car window, the cigarette dangling from his lips burned to the end, barely clinging to life.
He asked loudly in heavily accented Mandarin, "Handsome guy, are you Mr. Yu?"
Yu Huan nodded slightly and said with a gentle smile, "It's me. I bought a sofa and two rattan chairs and other furniture at the furniture market."
"Okay, I'll bring it upstairs to you right away." The middle-aged man looked down and flipped through the receipt book.
Yu Huan withdrew her gaze and walked around to the back of the car, where she saw a large, fat woman with a fierce face jump out of the passenger side.
He's probably not twenty years old, and he's quite tall.
Mist grass!
Watermelon Girl?
However, upon closer inspection of the eyebrows and eyes, it didn't seem like it.
The chubby girl felt embarrassed under Yu Huan's gaze...
Although this person was wearing a mask, he was tall and handsome, and just by looking at his eyebrows, eyes, and demeanor, you could tell he was a very good-looking guy.
He quickly turned around casually and looked at the building opposite...
Yu Huan turned his head and looked at the thin, middle-aged man who walked in front of him and opened the tailgate of the car. He smiled and chatted with him, "Uncle, bringing your kid out to deliver goods and experience life?"
The middle-aged man nodded and said with a smile, "Yeah, she's been staying home all day during winter break and doesn't go out much. The main thing is to get her out and about more so she can lose some weight."
Seeing that this person had a cheerful personality, Yu Huan teased, "You and your daughter don't look very alike."
"She just looks like her mother."
The middle-aged man, while speaking, dragged two rattan chairs stacked together from the carriage. Looking at the beanbag chairs wrapped in bubble wrap, he shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Zhenzhen, come help!"
"Oh!" The chubby girl hurriedly turned around and walked past Yu Huan with her head down.
Yu Huan smiled lightly.
A few moments.
The father and daughter carried the sofa behind him, while he carried a solid wood coat rack in one hand and a tote bag containing a hemp rope frame in the other as he went upstairs.
After a gentle knock and a three-breath wait, accompanied by the soft hum of the range hood, the door was slowly pushed open.
Wearing an apron, Lin Yourong adjusted her mask, gave him a reproachful look, and turned to walk gracefully back to the kitchen.
It seems like he's still holding a grudge because I rubbed his butt earlier?
Yu Huan suppressed a smile as she stepped across the threshold and turned to say to those behind her, "Just put the sofa by the entrance."
"Okay." The middle-aged man, carrying a heavy load, climbed three floors and nodded without changing his expression.
Meanwhile, the chubby girl was carrying the sofa with both hands behind her, panting heavily.
Yu Huan couldn't help but chuckle as she looked away, then walked without stopping to the shoe cabinet, placing the items in her hands on either side.
Watching the father and daughter try several times before finally managing to move the beanbag chair in a vertical, tilted position, he felt relieved and turned back to take out slippers from the shoe cabinet.
The chubby girl didn't come in.
The middle-aged man pushed the sofa to the side of the door so it wouldn't block the entrance, then stepped out and said to Yu Huan, "Handsome, the chair and coffee table will be brought up to you right away."
"Okay, thank you," Yu Huan said casually.
After changing into slippers, he casually closed the front door and looked at Lin Yourong, who was stirring the pot in front of the stove.
I rushed over to the side and glanced inside. The pot contained a mix of red and yellow ingredients: scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
Yu Huan pulled at the pressure cooker on the other burner, rubbed his hands together, and said, "Wife, you promised to serve me a big bowl when we get home."
(End of this chapter)