Going home for the Chinese New Year with a year-end bonus of 100 million

On the drive back to the hotel, Yang Ya leaned back in the passenger seat and suddenly spoke:

"Brother, I think Xiaoyu is really a good person."

"Yes, it's not bad."

"Then..." Yang Ya turned to the side, her eyes sparkling as she looked at her brother, "Aren't you really going to consider it?"

Yang Fan chuckled: "Why are you here again?"

"I'm serious!" Yang Ya said. "Look, Xiaoyu is kind, sensible, hardworking, and pretty too."

"Although our family's financial situation isn't great, we've always been like that, haven't we? The important thing is that we're good people."

She paused, then said softly, "And I think... Xiaoyu has a pretty good impression of you. She secretly looked at you several times while we were eating."

Yang Fan paused for a moment while holding the steering wheel.

He wasn't unaware of the occasional glances Lin Xiaoyu cast at him, a look that held gratitude, curiosity, and a touch of shyness.

But he really doesn't have the mind to think about these things right now.

"Xiaoya, let things take their natural course when it comes to relationships," Yang Fan said. "Right now, I just want to go home and have a good New Year, spend time with my parents. We can talk about the rest later."

Yang Ya observed her brother's expression and, seeing that he didn't seem to be offended, stopped asking and just muttered something to herself:

Anyway, I think Xiaoyu is really nice...

Yang Fan's eyes turned cold when Su Wanrou was mentioned.

He didn't reply and focused on driving.

He knew perfectly well that Xiaoyu was a good girl, especially after being a simp for a year, and considering his previous girlfriends, someone like Xiaoyu was hard to find even with a lantern.

But when it comes to matters of the heart, no one can say for sure.

"..."

After returning to the hotel and parking the car, the brother and sister tidied up again. By the time they finally put everything away, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

"I'm exhausted..." Yang Ya slumped onto the sofa in her room. "Brother, what time do we get up tomorrow?"

"Around 7:30," Yang Fan checked the time. "I'll pick up Xiaoyu, then we'll have some morning exercises, and I should be home by noon."

"Okay." Yang Ya got up. "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed now. I have to get up early tomorrow."

"Go."

Yang Fan returned to his room, took a hot shower, changed into his pajamas, and lay down on the bed.

After a busy day, I'm physically exhausted, but mentally energized.

I'm going home tomorrow.

Drive a new car, bring back New Year's goods, and go back in style.

Just then, my phone suddenly vibrated.

He picked it up and saw the caller ID: Su Wanrou.

This time it wasn't a WeChat call; it was a direct call to a mobile number.

Yang Fan stared at the name for a few seconds, and finally pressed the answer button.

"Feed?" His voice was calm.

A deliberately soft voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yang Fan... what are you doing?"

"Getting ready for bed," Yang Fan said succinctly. "What's up?"

Su Wanrou fell silent for a moment, seemingly surprised by his coldness.

"Um... Yang Fan, I... I need your help with something." Her voice was clearly troubled and anxious. "I'm having some difficulties, could you... help me?"

Yang Fan almost burst out laughing.

So direct?

They even skipped the setup?

He knew why Su Wanrou was in such a hurry—it must be because Lin Wei, that big mouth, had spread the news that he had bought a Mercedes.

Upon hearing that he was rich, the woman disregarded the "cooling-off period" and immediately asked for money.

"What difficulties?" Yang Fan asked in a flat tone.

"Well... I've run into a little trouble lately." Su Wanrou's voice was even lower, carrying a pitiful tone:

"Could you lend me some money first? I'll pay you back as soon as I get my salary."

She didn't say it was because her credit card had expired, because that would affect her goddess image.

Yang Fan was well aware of this as well. He simply smiled slightly and said:

"How much do you want to borrow?"

"Fifty...fifty thousand, is that alright?" Su Wanrou asked tentatively, then quickly added, "I know it's a bit much, but I really can't do it...Yang Fan, you said before that no matter what difficulties I encounter, you will help me..."

Yang Fan felt a wave of disgust as he listened to this familiar rhetoric.

He did say something like that before in order to complete a mission.

But now?

"Su Wanrou," he interrupted her, "I remember you said just yesterday that we need to calm down and let me think about my future."

The other end of the phone went silent instantly.

"No! Yang Fan, you've misunderstood..." Su Wanrou hurriedly explained, "I really am facing difficulties. I... I do have feelings for you, it's just that before..."

"I just felt I wasn't good enough for you before, but now that I have some money, I feel I'm good enough for you?" Yang Fan finished her sentence for her.

"You!" Su Wanrou's voice was filled with anger, but she quickly suppressed it, replacing it with an even softer tone, "Yang Fan, how could you say that to me... Am I that kind of person? I just... I just suddenly realized that you've been so good to me, I shouldn't have let you down..."

"Stop," Yang Fan said coldly. "Su Wanrou, we've known each other for quite some time. I know who you are. You should know who I am too."

He paused, then said, word by word, "I was good to you before because I wanted to. Now I don't want to anymore, it's that simple."

"As for the difficulties you're facing..." Yang Fan smiled, "Weren't you going home for a blind date? Ask your blind date for help. Why are you asking me, someone who 'needs to calm down,' for help?"

"I...I didn't mean that..." Su Wanrou wanted to say something more.

"I have something to do, I'm hanging up," Yang Fan interrupted directly. "Also, don't contact me again."

After saying that, he hung up without waiting for the other party to react.

Tossing his phone aside, Yang Fan leaned against the headboard, a cold smile playing on his lips.

The reason he didn't delete Su Wanrou was that he wanted to see how this woman would react after she found out that her "simp" was no longer licking her boots.

As expected, it did not disappoint him.

They couldn't wait even a day; as soon as they heard he had money, they rushed over.

Then compare that tonight when Lin Xiaoyu insisted on treating everyone with such sincerity and awkwardness...

Yang Fan shook his head.

They're both girls in their early twenties, so why is there such a big difference between them?

No matter how difficult things get, she's unwilling to owe anyone a favor, preferring to eat meager rations rather than compromise her fragile self-respect.

She dresses impeccably but is secretly heavily in debt, and throws herself at rich men, claiming that she "has feelings for them."

What an irony.

Yang Fan turned off the bedside lamp and got into bed.

I'm going home tomorrow.

He brought his younger sister, drove a new car, and loaded it with New Year's goods.

As for people like Su Wanrou?

Go wherever you want.

He closed his eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, in an apartment building.

Su Wanrou held the phone that had been hung up, her face ashen.

She couldn't believe that Yang Fan, who had always been so obedient to her, would dare to speak to her like that!

"So what if I bought a beat-up Mercedes? What's so great about that!" she cursed through gritted teeth, slamming her phone onto the bed.

But despite the cursing, I couldn't help feeling panicked inside.

Credit card bills, online loan collections... these weighed on her like mountains.

I was hoping Yang Fan, this backup plan, could be a lifesaver, but I never expected...

"No, we can't just let it go like this." Su Wanrou gritted her teeth and picked up her phone again.

She opened Yang Fan's WeChat and started typing.

I typed a section, then deleted it, typed it again, and deleted it again.

After several attempts, she finally sent a message:

"Yang Fan, I'm sorry, I was too hasty just now. I didn't mean it that way... Can we still be friends?"

send.

A red exclamation mark appeared before the message.

The message has been sent, but the recipient has rejected it.