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Chapter 59 Lying is really tiring
With Xu Ziyang's face conjuring up an image of himself gritting his teeth and looking furious at the screen, Song You'an's smile widened.

Ignoring Xu Ziyang's rant in the class group, he turned around and sent a message to his father telling him that he would be home for dinner that night.

After finishing his cigarette, Yan Fei went to the VIP room and discovered that Song You'an had already started processing the house purchase procedures.

He was taken aback: "You're going to buy it already? Aren't you going to go check it out in the neighborhood?"

“I definitely researched this development beforehand,” Song Youan smiled. “I’ve already seen the floor plan video, so there’s no need to make another trip.”

Viewing a property via video? Is that even possible?

Yan Fei had never bought a house before, let alone such a high-end development. He just felt that the money was being spent far too easily.

With a single scan of a QR code, nearly 30 million yuan became real estate in just one second.

When the saleswoman handed the purchase contract to Song Youan, her expression became noticeably more sincere: "Ms. Song, please keep this safe. The property certificate will be processed in about three months, and our company will send someone to deliver it to your home."

She seemed to realize belatedly that the Miss Song in front of her wasn't the one asking the man next to her to buy her a house; the one with real power was Miss Song herself.

After leaving the sales office, she went to a driving school to practice driving for two hours before returning to the residential area in the evening.

The Mercedes slowly pulled up at the entrance of the residential area. After getting out of the car, Song You'an couldn't help but ask Yan Fei, "Aren't you going up for dinner?"

Yan Fei rolled down the car window, smiled, and shook his head: "I can't keep troubling you, Uncle. I'll just grab something to eat when I get back."

Although Song Youan treated him very well, Yan Fei always knew his place; he was just a driver, someone who drove for Song Youan.

So, apart from driving, he always maintains a very clear sense of boundaries in other matters.

Song Youan nodded gently. She had gotten to know Yan Fei's personality to some extent during their time together, so she didn't linger. She told him to drive slowly on his way back before entering the residential area.

Yan Fei turned around and left. Li Mao slowly peeked out from behind a big tree outside the community. He looked gloomy and dejected, and his dark circles under his eyes indicated that he was in poor mental condition recently.

He came to the community to wait for Cheng Muzi, but unexpectedly, he met Song Youan instead.

It was still with that man who drove the Mercedes. He opened the photo album and looked through the photos he had just taken, his eyes filled with an inscrutable expression.

Song Youan went straight into the apartment building. When she reached the fifth floor, she found that the door to her home was open and she could vaguely hear people talking inside.

She was slightly surprised. After entering the house, she found a couple standing in the living room, and a man in a suit explaining the layout of the house to them.

At a glance, Song Youan could tell that this was a real estate agent showing people around a house.

"Wow--"

The sound of food being put into a pot came from the kitchen. Song You'an ignored the people who were looking at the house and went to the kitchen by herself.

"Dad, people are already coming to see the house so soon?"

Seeing his daughter return, Song Qi turned around and smiled at her before saying, "This house was listed online the day the ownership was transferred. It's been posted over a dozen times in the past few days. I'm used to it."

"Is it that urgent?" Song Youan said, somewhat displeased. "We haven't moved out yet, and it's so inconvenient to have people coming to see the house all day long."

Song Qi said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter, I'm used to it."

As she spoke, a plate of delicious-looking hot and sour shredded potatoes was ready. "Dad, I've found you a place to live. Let's move in a few days," Song You'an said, taking her father's arm.

Song Youan's father repaired cars for many years, so his arm muscles were strong and powerful. When she was a child, she liked to squeeze and play with them. The hard texture made her feel safe.

"Have you found it?"

Song Qi looked surprised, as if he hadn't expected his daughter to act so quickly.

Song Youan nodded: "That's right. Since you refuse to move to the villa and live with me, I definitely have to help you find a place in the city. This place has already been transferred to them, so we'll have to move sooner or later, right? We can't sleep on the streets, can we?"

"You kid, you didn't even tell me. I was originally planning to move to the staff dormitory at the auto repair shop to make do."

Upon hearing this, Song Youan sternly objected: "Stop joking! What will happen to Youzi if you move to the staff dormitory? What will I do when I want to be with you? Go to the staff dormitory to find you? That's too inconvenient."

Yuzi was the Schnauzer that Song You'an gave to her father, and her father named it Yuzi.

When Song Qi heard his daughter's words, he thought they made sense. However, renting a house in Jinghai was too expensive. A decent house started at five thousand a month, and even a shared house cost two or three thousand.

Otherwise, it's a dark and damp semi-basement, costing a little over a thousand a month, where you can't even cook.

"Where did you find this place? Is it expensive?" Song Qi asked worriedly.

Song Qi's daughter had just graduated from university and hadn't found a formal job yet. Even though she made some money by selling the copyright of her graduation project, Song Qi didn't want her to spend that money on herself.

Although he earns about 10,000 yuan a month, he doesn't want to waste it. Over the years, he has saved a lot for his daughter by living frugally, thinking that if she encounters any major problems and needs money, he can help her.

Song Youan knows her father best, so she naturally knows what he is thinking.

"In Jianye District, it doesn't cost any money."

"No need to spend money?" Song Qi was taken aback, seemingly not understanding the meaning behind his daughter's words.

Song Youan explained, "A very good classmate of mine from university just bought a house in Jianye District, but now she's gone abroad, so the house is empty and I'm lending it to her."

"Nonsense!" Song Qi immediately rejected the idea. "How can I move into someone else's newly bought house?"

“Okay, Dad. I have a very good relationship with her. She insisted on lending us the house to live in. If I disagreed, she would break off all ties with me.”

“Besides, even if we don’t live here, she’ll rent it out to someone else. We can’t just leave the house empty, but she’s even more worried about renting it out to others,” Song You’an explained earnestly.

Song Qi laughed and said, "You kids are quite interesting. We can't just stay here for free; we have to pay rent."

Song Youan nodded and assured her, "Okay, I'll discuss the rent with her, so don't worry about it."

This time, Song Qi did not object and nodded slightly.

Song Youan breathed a sigh of relief. Lying was really tiring, but she couldn't tell her father everything right now. She could only wait until her studio was developing steadily before gradually revealing her financial resources to her father.

That way I won't scare him.

The sounds from the living room had disappeared sometime ago; it seemed the person who came to view the property had already left.

Her father made his favorite braised pork ribs and bamboo fungus soup, and filled her bowl with rice: "Eat more. Have you been eating haphazardly lately? I see you've lost weight again."