After locking up the shop,
Zhang Ye checked the time.
It was eleven-thirty.
Getting into Pei Zi's passenger seat, he started paying off his debts.
After a flurry of taps on his phone, his balance showed 63,919 yuan.
Having paid off every single debt, Zhang Ye let out a long sigh of relief.
There was still about sixty-four thousand left.
It had been a long time since he sent money home to help out.
After some thought, he transferred forty thousand to his dad.
【Dad, I've had a lot of business lately. Use this to buy some new clothes and eat well.】
Ding!
【Dad: Did you already find yourself a rich sugar mommy?!】
Seeing his father's blunt suspicion, Zhang Ye couldn't help but frown.
【Zhang Ye replied: Dad, I only do legitimate business.】
Ding!
【Dad: Image*3】
Zhang Ye opened them up.
There were photos of him and Pei Zi leaving the shop and getting into the Audi A4 together, one after the other.
In one of them, Pei Zi was looking at his side profile, her beautiful eyes dripping with affection.
He quickly turned around and looked back at the shop.
There stood a slightly stooped figure with a cigarette dangling from his lips, coughing from time to time.
Carrying bags in both hands, he was standing at the entrance, preparing to unlock the door.
Zhang Ye was startled; he hadn't expected his father to suddenly show up.
Seeing that hunched back made an ache rise in his chest.
Just then, his phone chimed twice more.
【Dad: I sold some medicinal herbs for over six thousand. I'm not short on money.】
【Son, money can always be earned again. Don't let someone ruin your body for it.】
【Don't worry about me.】
Zhang Ye was rendered utterly speechless.
His old man really was something else—seeing through everything, or so he thought.
His dad's concerns were on a completely different wavelength.
Could it be that his dad had been kept by a rich woman back when he ran the Wellness Center?
Not having seen him for a year, his dad had grown even thinner and frailer.
He had toiled his whole life to put Zhang Ye through school, and now his own health was deteriorating day by day.
Zhang Ye had tried to avoid dwelling on it in the past, feeling powerless to change their circumstances.
Now that he had a way to make money, he didn't want his father to keep hiking deep into the mountains to dig for medicinal herbs with an ailing body.
No matter what, he was determined to buy a car and get his dad an apartment this year.
That way, his dad could enjoy the conveniences of city life and nurse his health.
Buying a car by the end of the year shouldn't be an issue.
But buying an apartment in Jiangcheng City required a budget of at least one to two million yuan; he needed a solid plan.
The sixty-four thousand he had on hand wasn't needed right away, so he had to save it for his father.
Zhang Ye sent the transfer again.
【Your health isn't great. Remember to get a comprehensive physical checkup and send me the results.】
Ding!
【Dad: Almost forgot. I'll take the money then.】
Seeing that his father accepted the money, Zhang Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Checking his account balance once more, 23,919 yuan remained.
The 154,000 yuan had vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving less than thirty thousand. Zhang Ye was slightly dazed. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
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Pei Zi pressed the accelerator, and the car sped out of Zhengyi Street onto the main road.
Soon, Pei Zi parked the car outside a Western restaurant.
After Zhang Ye's massage, Pei Zi's body had recovered nicely, and she was starting to feel hungry.
With Zhang Ye agreeing to study alongside her, she was also in high spirits.
She smiled at Zhang Ye and said, "Zhang Ye, this place serves fantastic Australian Wagyu. My treat today."
Zhang Ye nodded, looking down to reply to Aunt Yang Yan's message.
【Aunt Yang Yan: Xiao Ye, tomorrow is the weekend. My best friend and I are heading over to your place for a massage.】
【Sounds good, Auntie.】
After quickly sending his reply, Zhang Ye looked up at the restaurant.
He smiled and remarked, "Dr. Pei certainly has an eye for romance."
Pei Zi chuckled softly. "Let's get out. Let me grab my purse."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she raised herself from the seat and hooked her fingers around the strap in the back.
With a sudden clatter, the contents spilled out of her bag.
"Ah! My house keys fell!" Pei Zi cried out in dismay.
She stood on her tiptoes, stretching her torso across to look for the keys.
Zhang Ye turned to help, but Pei Zi was already blocking his view.
All he could see was her pert, pencil-skirted rear and taut curves.
Still searching, Pei Zi asked, "Zhang Ye, I can't see the keys. Do you see them anywhere?"
Staring at her curves, Zhang Ye shook his head. "Haven't seen them."
Pei Zi sighed. "Ugh, what bad luck. Let me check again. Just a second."
Zhang Ye smiled faintly. "No problem. No rush."
Pei Zi continued wiggling and twisting her waist.
Zhang Ye's gaze drifted up and down, following her every movement.