Don't underestimate the poor and elderly; I was thrilled to refuse the class beauty's adva

As Zhang Yifan stepped out of the alley, the electronic voice in his mind rang out precisely on time.

【Ding--】

[Congratulations, host, on completing the mission: Firmly reject your former goddess.]

[Task Evaluation: Wow! The host actually resisted the temptation of his former goddess! That was the class beauty who married into a wealthy family and was his white moonlight! She took the initiative to ask you to get back together, and you rejected her without even blinking! With that kind of resolve, you could become a garbage king by collecting bottles!]

[Reward for the mission: Five million yuan in cash has been credited to your account.]

Current account balance: RMB 5,800,000.

Zhang Yifan's lips twitched when he heard the words "Garbage King".

What the hell is this Garbage King?!

Every time this lousy system calculates rewards, it doesn't forget to make a few sarcastic remarks about him, and it always brings up the topic of picking up trash, as if in its eyes Zhang Yifan is destined to be tied to scrap for the rest of his life.

But after glancing at the bank's confirmation message on his phone screen, he decided not to argue with the system.

He is now a true billionaire.

But now he has to pretend to be an ordinary senior high school student every day when he gets home, discussing the prices of dishes on the restaurant's opening menu with his dad, and listening to his mom complain that the screws at the building materials market are 50 cents more expensive than next door.

How am I supposed to tell my parents this?

You can't exactly say, "Dad, Mom, your son is now a billionaire, the third largest shareholder of Dami Technology, the owner of Villa No. 1 in Yujingyuan, with an eight-figure bank balance. You can just keep your little restaurant as a hobby."

His dad might touch his forehead and ask if he has a fever, while his mom might think he's hallucinating due to too much academic pressure. Then the two of them would rush him to the hospital to see a psychiatrist overnight.

Is this what they call the troubles of having money?

Forget it, let's talk about it after the college entrance exam.

When the demolition notice is posted, tell them the balance on the card first, and let them process it step by step.

Saying it now will only affect their mindset. What if Lao Zhang finds out and becomes a freeloader?

No, no... Forty or fifty is the prime time to take risks!

At the dinner table, Zhang Rongshan was counting on his fingers the remaining work of the renovation.

The walls have been painted, the kitchen equipment will be delivered in the next couple of days, and the lightbox for the signboard is finished but hasn't been hung up yet.

As Liu Guilan served rice, she muttered to herself that the renovation team was urging her to pay the final payment, but she wanted to hold off for two more days until everything was inspected and accepted.

Zhang Rongshan asked, "Where did you learn to be so stingy?" Liu Guilan rolled her eyes at him and said, "Don't you know who I learned it from? If we weren't stingy, would our shop even be able to open?"

Zhang Yifan picked up a piece of braised pork with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and casually said, "Dad, Mom, have you decided on the opening date? How about June 8th? It's the day of the college entrance exam, which is auspicious and lucky."

Zhang Rongshan paused for a moment, then turned to look at Liu Guilan.

Liu Guilan put down her rice spoon, muttered "June 8th" twice, and suddenly her eyes lit up:

"You know what, now that Yifan mentioned it, June 8th is actually quite suitable."

Six and eight are auspicious, easy to remember and lucky.

Besides, isn't our store close to the No. 1 High School? On the day of the college entrance examination, so many parents were waiting outside, and there wasn't even a place to sit.

"We'll set up a few tables and some free tea at the entrance so the parents have a place to rest. It'll be a way to bring good fortune to Yifan."

"Wow, Mom, you have a great business sense! Free tea attracts people, and the aroma of our food will surely draw them in for a bite!"

"You're just being cheeky."

Liu Guilan smiled and tapped him with her chopsticks, then turned to Zhang Rongshan to discuss the menu and tea details for the opening day.

Lin Wanqing skipped evening self-study to go home.

After walking out of the alley in a daze, she turned and headed home, Zhang Yifan's words replaying in her mind all the way.

Not only did we have absolutely no connection in the past, but we will absolutely not have any connection in the future either.

She had known Zhang Yifan for almost three years and had never heard him speak to her in such a tone before.

As she reached her front door and inserted the key into the lock, she heard a heated argument coming from inside.

She paused for a moment, then turned the doorknob and opened it.

The arguing in the living room stopped abruptly the moment the door opened.

Her father stood on this side of the sofa, pointing at the opposite side, his face flushed red, and the veins on his neck bulging.

Her mother stood at the dining table, clutching a wad of tissues in her hand, her eyes red and swollen, clearly having just cried.

The two men turned to look at her at the same time, their expressions shifting from anger to embarrassment without any transition, like two machines that had been suddenly unplugged.

Her mother was the first to react, throwing the tissues on the table and forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Qingqing's back? Why are you so early today? Mom'll go heat up your food..."

"No, thank you. I'm not hungry."

Lin Wanqing changed into slippers, walked straight through the living room, pushed open the door to her bedroom, and turned to close it.

The door clicked shut, shutting out the two awkward faces in the living room.

She leaned against the door, closed her eyes, and listened to the argument that erupted again after a moment of silence outside.

The voice was muffled through the door, but every word was clear.

Her mother said it was all because her father was never home that her daughter had become like this, with her grades plummeting and her temper getting weirder and weirder.

Her father said, "Why don't you say that you play mahjong all day long and how many times have you ever cared about your daughter's affairs?"

The two accused each other of not caring enough about their daughter, bringing up old grievances, such as her father not attending the last parent-teacher conference and her mother forgetting to leave her food last time.

Lin Wanqing slid down the door panel slowly, squatted on the ground, buried her face in her knees, and covered her ears with her hands.

Their voices still managed to slip through their fingers, like two flies buzzing in their ears.

She wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

They've been arguing for over a decade, always using the same lines and following the same routine.

They blamed each other, brought up old grievances, and finally parted on bad terms.

Her mother said her father was useless and couldn't earn money.

Her father said her mother was materialistic and only married him for his old house.

Why did two people who didn't love each other get married? Why did they have her?

If this family had never existed in the first place, would she not have to worry every day after school about whether her parents would argue, who would break things first, or what trivial matter it was about?

She looked up, leaned against the door, and stared at the ceiling.

Zhang Yifan's face reappeared in my mind.

Is there really no possibility between her and Zhang Yifan?

If Shen Zhiyi weren't around, would he have gone back to her?

The name Shen Zhiyi was like a needle, piercing her heart once again.

If it weren't for Shen Zhiyi, would Zhang Yifan still be so heartless towards her?

If Shen Zhiyi weren't around, would Zhang Yifan have turned around and looked at her?

This thought of hers was like a seed that had been buried for a long time, and it finally sprouted after being nourished by tonight's argument.

Shen Zhiyi, Zhang Yifan is mine!!!

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