A Young Woman's Heart

If it were before, he probably would have just pushed the door open and come in.

After all, she used to have a son, but now... she has a daughter.

Even a father should avoid suspicion to some extent.

Of course, this is just the beginning of the change; habits formed over so many years are not so easy to change.

"You ate it."

"So you're not going to have dinner?"

"Correct."

"Okay, then your mom and I will just cook some rice noodles in soup and eat them dry."

"Oh."

After my parents returned, the house became lively again.

Mo Xueyao sat at her desk in her bedroom, swinging her legs as she did her homework. Occasionally, when she felt tired, she could touch the sugar candy. This was simply a life of bliss.

Crispy Candy is a very well-behaved cat, or perhaps a very lazy cat.

It doesn't move around much, its favorite thing to do is lie down and sleep, and it has the ability to lie down wherever it is picked up.

No matter where you touch it, it won't get angry, even if you touch it against the grain, it won't react, at most it will just change its position.

It's fair to say she's a kitten that can be manipulated at will.

This kind of personality makes it perfect for keeping at home.

Of course, it's not always sleeping when it's lying down; occasionally it will show some feline curiosity and fiddle with the things around it.

For example, right now, it's gently poking at Mo Xueyao's little roll of tape with its paw.

In those days, correction tape was still a somewhat expensive consumable.

If most people make a mistake in writing a word, they will usually use a roll of various kinds of tape that costs only 50 cents to stick the mistake to the place where it was written, and then gently tear it off to remove the mistake along with a small layer of thin paper.

The downside is that you can't use it in the same place too many times, otherwise it will tear the paper.

Neither correction tape nor correction fluid is as cheap and durable as this kind of masking tape. As long as you don't repeatedly make mistakes in the same place, using masking tape actually makes the writing look more neat.

To save money, Mo Xueyao used the small rolls of washi tape bought at the school gate. If she made a mistake in the same place again, she could use correction tape to fix it.

Correction tape and masking tape are used in completely opposite ways.

One method is to tear off a layer of paper along with the words, while the other is to stick a piece on top.

Moreover, correction tape is not as expensive as correction tape and correction fluid, so it's not bad as a less frequently used fix.

It's just that if you stick too many on, it will look unsightly, like a dog skin plaster.

Mo Xueyao reached out and took the tape, and the latter immediately cried out anxiously.

"Meow~meow~"

"Wait, I'll let you play with it after I'm done using it," Mo Xueyao said soothingly. The latter seemed to understand, gently resting its head on its paw and waiting quietly.

When Mo Xueyao handed it the tape, it happily started playing again.

Moreover, they played with great restraint, only fiddling with the objects within a very small area.

"Xiaoyao, have you finished your homework?" As always, her mother pushed open the door and asked Mo Xueyao, who was sitting at her desk.

"Almost finished writing."

"Come to the living room for a moment after you're done writing."

"Is there something you need?" Mo Xueyao asked, her eyelids drooping. "Are there any exams coming up lately...?"

"You called me here just to give me an exam? It's just a family meeting."

"Why are you calling me into a family meeting... You guys can decide for yourselves." Mo Xueyao muttered under her breath, which was true, but there was a hint of sourness in her tone.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're really jealous." The mother clicked her tongue and teased, "So now I'm giving you the power to make a decision, aren't I?"

"Is it true or false? What do we need to decide?"

"You'll know when you get out."

“Then I’ll finish copying this text…” Mo Xueyao nodded and began to write furiously.

The handwriting was even uglier than before.

If you consciously try to write well, you can still write well.

But if you speed up, the handwriting will quickly become very messy.

Other people's sloppy handwriting is called calligraphy, but Mo Xueyao's sloppy handwriting is just dog scrawl.

The idea that a girl's handwriting will become neat and elegant is simply not true.

Unless you develop a new writing habit.

After finishing her homework, Mo Xueyao tossed her pen aside, stretched, and pushed open the bedroom door before leaving.

Seeing that no one was in the room, Su Tang jumped off the table and followed Mo Xueyao out.

"Hey, what's that? Hey, Su Tang, watch out, I almost stepped on you." Mo Xueyao stumbled and looked down to see the fluffy Su Tang darting around her feet. Helpless, she picked it up to avoid actually stepping on it.

"Alright, cough cough." The mother coughed softly. This small family meeting was arranged in a very formal manner, with three chairs for three people, forming a triangle, and these three chairs were the three points of the triangle.

“I think if our family keeps working, it will take a long time to pay back the money, and our quality of life will not improve. Xiaoyao is already in high school. Time flies, and three years will pass in the blink of an eye. Going to university will cost a lot of money.” The father cleared his throat and said, “So I think our family should go into business so that we can make money.”

"What if you lose money in business?" Mo Xueyao asked worriedly.

“So, this is a decision. Although I think we won’t lose money, there are still risks.” The father nodded. “We have about ten thousand yuan at home right now. Some of it is what we had left over from your surgery. We were originally saving it in case you had any complications…”

"Complications? Hmm... I don't think it's anything serious, I feel fine right now." Mo Xueyao let Su Tang climb from her arms onto her lap.

Of course, there's more to it than that—every day when I wake up, I always feel like something's missing, and sometimes I even have the illusion that that thing is still there.

“That’s a good thing.” Mother nodded. “Now, we want to use this money to start a business. Part of it will be used to pay the rent, and the other part will be used as the cost of buying goods.”

“That’s called purchasing goods,” the father corrected.

“Yes, it’s about purchasing goods.” The mother glanced at the father sideways. “You think you’re so educated, yet you’re deliberately correcting me. Look, Xiaoyao hasn’t even said anything.”

Mo Xueyao scratched her head awkwardly. Actually, she hadn't realized where she had gone wrong. Although "buying goods" sounded strange, the meaning was similar, so there was no need to dwell on it.

"That's right. The owner of this shop seems to take good care of me. It feels like we hit it off immediately. He also pays me a very cheap rent, only eight hundred yuan a month," the father said. "That's what I'm worried about. After all, there's no such thing as a free lunch."

"But sometimes, it really might just be a stroke of luck?" Mo Xueyao asked.

"So what does Xiaoyao think?"

"Hmm... If you think it's okay, then go ahead and do it." Mo Xueyao shrugged. "I don't really have any ideas. Of course, it would be best if we could live a wealthy life. As for losing money, I don't think Dad would lose money in business, right?"

"Haha, see, my daughter understands me best!" The father slapped his thigh and looked at the mother with a smug smile. "Can't you trust me like our daughter does?"

Mo Xueyao was speechless. The constant calling her "daughter" made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"I was just assessing the risks, not questioning your abilities. Can you guarantee we won't lose money?"

"Haha, to be honest, I think 99% of the time you make money there. When doing business, you can't hesitate. If you're going to do something, just do it, right?"

"You're that confident?"

"Nonsense, who am I?" the father said smugly. "When have I ever lost money in business?"

Yes, her father had never lost money in business, Mo Xueyao heard this from her mother. The reason he stopped doing business was because he always wasted more money when he was in business, or he gambled, which, in a sense, seemed to result in even greater losses.

"Then let's give it a try." The mother finally made up her mind.

"Alright, I'll start preparing now. You two can just wait to live a life of plenty!" the father said with a confident laugh.

"If we make money, it'll be my birthday present!" Even though nothing has started yet, Mo Xueyao is already looking forward to it.

"No problem! We'll just buy the expensive ones, not necessarily the right ones!"

"real!?"

"You two, stop for a second. You haven't even made any money yet, and you're already thinking about how to spend it. You two are such spendthrifts!" the mother said with a shake of her head and a smile.

“You make money to spend!” Mo Xueyao and her father answered in unison to her mother’s words, and then the father and daughter smiled at each other.

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Chapter 41 The Empty Classroom

It was a rainy day, and there was no sunset at dusk.

The sky gradually darkened until it was enveloped in boundless darkness.

The city lights began to come on, and the glow of civilization made the city as bright as day, even at night, so there was no need to worry about not being able to see the light.

However, compared to the bustling city, the campus is much darker at night.

Because there are hardly any people at school at night, boarding students' evening self-study sessions are also arranged in the same classroom, which is the only place with lights on.

Moreover, after 8 o'clock, even the lights there will be turned off, and the boarding students will return to their dormitories, leaving the school quiet.

This is the classroom of Class 2, Grade 11.

All the windows near the corridor were closed, but one window facing the playground was still open, letting a cool breeze blow gently into the enclosed classroom, bringing fresh air into the space.

Squad leader Li Wanyan is sitting in her seat, and she still hasn't gone home.

She didn't turn on the light, but just sat quietly in her seat, taking small bites of a piece of pork floss bread.

This was given to her by Gao Yuan during her daytime classes.

Of course, on the surface, it was Li Wanyan who 'confiscated' it.

She ate while tears streamed down her face; the salty tears mixed with the bread, making it taste rather unpleasant.

In the dim light from outside the classroom, you could see faint tear tracks on her face.

Li Wanyan took a deep breath, trying hard to stop her tears, but instead she started hiccuping uncontrollably.

In this deserted classroom, she was the only one bearing all the pain.