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

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before Ye Feng finally spoke, just as he was about to lose his patience.

"Ye Feng, Mom's run into some trouble and we're a little short on money. Could we... sell the house you're living in? Don't worry, Mom will buy you a bigger, newer one after you graduate from university. Anyway, that house is getting a bit old, and you won't be able to live there when you go to university..."

Good grief, I get it now, Ye Feng understands everything. This guy is still eyeing his house!

Ye Feng was a little confused as to why this was the time. He had just started his senior year of high school, so it seemed a bit inappropriate to tell him this now.

Also, his current guardian is actually his uncle. After all, neither of them really wanted the child, and his uncle stepped in and took back the house, so naturally they didn't want the child anymore.

Actually, neither of Ye Feng's parents were short of money when they divorced. His mother owned a beauty salon, which, to be honest, was quite profitable.

His father was a contractor at the time and wasn't short of money; otherwise, the house wouldn't have been left to him so easily.

As for why neither of them wanted Ye Feng, his father actually had someone else outside of their marriage and a son who was five years younger than Ye Feng.

Although his mother didn't have any children outside the marriage, she did have other relationships; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to remarry so quickly.

At the same time, Ye Feng didn't want to go with them. Both families had children, and if he went there, he would really be an outsider. It would be more comfortable for him to live alone.

"Mom, do you know what you're saying? You're telling me to sell the house, where am I supposed to live?"

"You live on campus? Think about it, you're a senior in high school now, and you'll definitely be living on campus for the next four years of college. This house is just sitting empty, right?"

"Hehe, does my dad know about this?"

"Um... consider this money a loan from Mom. After you graduate from university, Mom will add some more money to buy you a nice house. Dad can pay for the renovations. We'll make the house beautiful and use it as our wedding home!"

"I'm not even eighteen yet. Even if I wanted to buy a house, I'd need my uncle's permission. Do you think my uncle would agree?"

"Don't worry, I have a plan. After all, I'm your mother. As long as I agree, that's fine. Let me tell you the truth, your uncle's business is having some problems, and he's a bit short on funds..."

Hearing this, he was even more speechless. How could this be? How could his son not be his own?

"Mom, this house was bought by you and Dad. I'll be eighteen after the New Year. How about this, you talk to Dad. If he agrees, I'll persuade my uncle to sell the house, and you can split the money."

"No, it was borrowed by Mom. It's not like she won't pay it back."

"Don't try to persuade me anymore. You talk to my dad. If you don't have his number, I'll send it to you. After all, you two originally bought this house."

If it weren't for the phone residing in his head, Ye Feng definitely wouldn't have spoken like that; he would have refused to sell it even if his life depended on it, since he needed a place to stay.

But things are different now. He's making money, and quite a lot of it. He's already saved over a million yuan, and that money will definitely keep growing. He doesn't really care about the house anymore; he just gave it away.

However, it certainly won't be given away so easily. What if his father comes looking for it?

"Ye Feng, Mom is in trouble now, can't you help her out?"

"Mom, I'm not even eighteen yet, so my abilities are really limited. Right now, I just want to get through my senior year of high school peacefully. I don't want to think about anything else. If you've discussed it with Dad, please have him give me a call. I'll talk to Uncle."

There was another long silence on the other end of the phone. Ye Feng neither hung up nor urged him, but simply waited quietly.

I don't know how much time passed, but finally, a sound came from the other side.

"Alright, Mom understands. I'll go talk to your dad about it."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Feng closed his eyes, intending to go to sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what. He began to recall his parents' argument, as well as the two women in the room discussing who should raise him and shirking responsibility. They thought he hadn't heard it, but he heard it all clearly in the room.

At seventeen, he may be more mature than his peers, having lived alone for the past few years, but he is still only a teenager!

He hated his parents' arguments back then, but he hated even more the way they blamed each other in the room for his upbringing. At that time, he truly felt like he was superfluous.

He still can't understand why, when the parents he knows divorced, they fought fiercely for custody of their children, but when it came to him, it became a matter of each other shirking responsibility.

However, he never told the two of them that he had overheard their conversation, nor did he ever argue with them. He just insisted on asking for two thousand yuan when it came to living expenses, which was a huge sum of money in his eyes at the time!

Of course, this is just for living expenses; tuition and other expenses still need to be covered by the parents, otherwise this money will definitely not be enough.

His uncle would occasionally slip him money, but he rarely accepted it. He could accept a few hundred yuan, but he felt embarrassed to take more.

Lost in thought, he didn't even know when he fell asleep. After all, he was exhausted from all this, and the body doesn't lie.

It was another sunny day. After picking up Su Miaomiao, we bought breakfast on the way and arrived at school amidst curious glances from the crowd.

When some classmates saw that Ye Feng had driven the car, they were truly shocked!

"You lunatic, when did you get this car?"

"My uncle bought it for me yesterday. I'm a senior in high school now, and he wanted to make things easier for me."

Ye Feng's family situation was no secret, so he always attributed it to his uncle. Anyway, no one in his class knew his uncle, so no one went back to ask.

As for making money by writing novels, he won't talk about it for now, at least not before the college entrance exam. He wants to spend the last days of high school quietly.

Su Miaomiao, who was standing next to him, looked at him with a smile, but she didn't expose him. She was really looking forward to seeing what her classmates would look like when they found out that Ye Feng earned tens of thousands of yuan a month writing novels. That would be very interesting, wouldn't it?

"You crazy guy, from now on you'll help me with math problems, and I'll help you review English, how about it?"

Ye Feng's English is a bit of a drag on his overall score. It's not to the point where he can only guess at all, but he can only maintain a score of around 90, which is indeed a bit of a drag compared to his other subjects.

However, Ye Feng is content with the status quo. He is actually quite satisfied with his current score. His current idea is to maintain it. After all, he is not short of money now, and he really doesn't want to exhaust himself.

"If you have any questions you don't know the answers to, just ask me. But if I don't know the answers, there's nothing I can do."

"You're crazy! Don't get carried away just because you've made some money. The most important thing for us right now is the college entrance exam. Besides, writing novels is too unpredictable. You might make money with this book, but not with the next one."

Actually, Su Miaomiao had wanted to say this for a long time, but she was too embarrassed to say it, feeling that it was too nosy. But today she couldn't help herself. After all, they had known each other for more than two years, and she really didn't want to see Ye Feng waste his time.