I was in my final year of high school, and my deskmate found out I was writing a novel!

What could Ye Feng do? If he didn't speak up today, he definitely wouldn't get through this test. But he really couldn't bring himself to say it, so he took his cousin's phone. Unexpectedly, his cousin also had this novel app on his phone, so he went straight to the rankings and opened his own novel.

"This is it."

"Oh, this is it? No wonder! I was telling you you write fantasy martial arts novels, those are really good!"

"I don't know how to do it yet. I'll study it after I finish the college entrance exam."

"I'll go back and talk to your sister, and ask her to give you a good review!"

Ye Feng was utterly helpless. He really didn't need those positive reviews. The current data was already very good, and those one or two positive reviews were really useless.

But he'd already said it all, so he didn't care about the rest. Let the company die if it wants to die!

"You still say you're not dating anyone? What's your relationship with that girl named Miaomiao?"

My cousin simply sat down next to Ye Feng, opened a novel, and started chatting with him. Look at the title of this novel, and look at that auntie today, who would believe it!

The uncle was also listening intently; he was genuinely worried that his nephew's early romance would interfere with his studies—this was the hope of the whole family!

But he didn't dare to speak too harshly, after all, he wasn't the biological father, and the child's parents were indifferent to the situation. What if he spoke too harshly and the child developed a rebellious attitude?

He doesn't worry about his own children; he can just give them a beating, and if that doesn't work, he can give them another. But this is his nephew.

"No, that's not it. She's my deskmate. She knew I was looking for an apartment, so she asked her mom to help me find one. Her mom runs a small supermarket in their neighborhood and knows a lot of people."

The uncle put down his chopsticks.

"How's the child's studies?"

"Better than me."

"That puts my mind at ease. Actually, there's nothing wrong with dating, just don't let it affect your grades. If someone is a better student than you, you should learn from them and try your best to get into a good university!"

Ye Feng didn't want to talk anymore and lowered his head to start eating.

"Did you buy your own computer for home?"

"Yes, I just bought it not long ago. I'm writing a novel, and it's convenient to have a computer at home."

"Yeah, don't overwork yourself. Your most important task right now is to get into university. You can earn money anytime, right?"

In the eyes of his uncle's generation, nothing is more important than studying. Although Ye Feng earns tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan a month writing novels, it still doesn't make them happier than getting into a good university.

"Dad, you're so old-fashioned! Even if Ye Feng gets into Tsinghua University now, when will he ever be able to earn hundreds of thousands a month?"

"What do you mean I'm an old fogey? That's a lifelong pursuit. How can writing novels earn you that much money indefinitely?"

"Why not? Millions a year, what can't we do!"

The two started arguing about this issue, but Ye Feng ignored them and continued eating.

This father and son have been like this since my cousin was in high school, but in the past, my uncle would resort to violence before we could even exchange a few words, and he didn't want to argue with my cousin at all.

But things are different now. My cousin's child is already ten years old, so it wouldn't be appropriate to lay a hand on him now.

Finally, when they had almost finished eating, the uncle spoke up again.

"When are you planning to move? I'll have your brother and sister come over and help you pack. You should go back to school."

"No need, Uncle. You've already seen the house; it has everything you need. I'll just move my clothes and bedding over there."

"Yeah, they have everything over there. These appliances here are all old and useless. Okay, whatever you think is best. Call me if anything comes up, don't be shy, okay?"

"I understand, Uncle."

"Also, don't let your parents know you're writing a novel, or they'll definitely ask you for money."

Even without his uncle's prompting, he doesn't plan to tell his parents about this. Even if they find out and ask him for money, he's not going to give it to them. What a joke! He'll regret giving away this house; he'll regret showing off.

......

Two days later, his uncle came again, along with his parents. Upon seeing the two of them, Ye Feng felt only one thing: unfamiliarity.

Yes, it's unfamiliar.

When the two saw Ye Feng, they quickly came over, grabbed his hands, and exchanged pleasantries. Ye Feng didn't shake them off, acting like a little AI tutor playing a question-and-answer game with them.

"Alright, alright, why aren't you guys usually this enthusiastic? Hurry up, Ye Feng has to go to school after we finish this!"

Today is for the property transfer. The two of them had already found a buyer, a friend of Ye Feng's father. The buyer knew about the house but didn't even come to see it because the price was low enough.

Ye Feng moved to his new home yesterday. Su Miaomiao helped him move, and in two days, she moved his Porsche Calami over like an ant carrying grains of rice.

First, they went to transfer the ownership of the original house. Ye Feng's uncle accompanied them because he is now Ye Feng's guardian and Ye Feng needs to sign the papers, since Ye Feng is not yet eighteen years old.

As for the house Ye Feng bought himself, it was arranged for the afternoon. His uncle was worried that Ye Feng's parents would find out, so he simply arranged it at a different time to save trouble.

"Alright, the house has been transferred. The agreed-upon 200,000 yuan, each of you should contribute 100,000 yuan and transfer it directly to Ye Feng's account."

The house sold for a total of 900,000 yuan. It was an old house, and we were in a hurry to sell, so we had to lower the price.

The two families split the 450,000 yuan. As the uncle had said before, each of them would give 100,000 yuan to Ye Feng to cover his future rent and college expenses.

"Well... Brother, Ye Feng doesn't need much money right now. A friend of mine lives nearby, and I've already talked to him about letting Ye Feng stay at his house for a while. Actually, he could also go to boarding school, wouldn't that be better? I need the money now, I'll give it to him when he goes to university."

Before buying the house, the two of them made promises they would keep, but now that they have the money, they don't want to take it out anymore. After all, it's 100,000 yuan, and they are short of money right now, so it's not a small amount.

Ye Feng glanced at his mother again, who kept her head down, not daring to look in his direction. It seemed she shared the same idea.

My uncle was so angry he laughed. He changed his mind overnight?

"Great job, you two are really good!"

Ye Feng's mother also felt embarrassed, but they were short of money right now, so there was no use being embarrassed.

"Brother, we really need this money right now. Our child is still young, and we're afraid he'll squander it if we leave it in his hands. Don't worry, we'll definitely provide enough for rent and living expenses."

"Then what did all that swearing you made last night mean? Huh!"

The two fell silent, heads bowed, avoiding eye contact, but their meaning was clear: let them curse all they want, no money coming their way!

Ye Feng stood to the side, feeling extremely fortunate that he still had family; otherwise, he really wouldn't know what to do in this situation.

The uncle knew in his heart that he couldn't get the money back. It was no longer the time when the two were divorced, and he still had some feelings for this son.

They haven't been together for the past few years, and Ye Feng, their son, isn't as important to them anymore, since they each have their own families now.

However, the uncle still didn't let the two off the hook.