Translator: Yunyi Editor: Yunyi
Song Chabai handed the fruit basket in her hands to Yu Gangan and analyzed the layout of her home. It had the elegance of the East and the style of the West.
It was simple, refined, fresh and not vulgar.
With a smile, she said, “Yu Gangan, your home is not bad. Seems like your husband is quite a catch.”
“I’m simply living here temporarily, it doesn’t belong to me,” Yu Gangan corrected.
“It’s yours sooner or later,” Song Chabai said as she tilted her head. “If I pass my assessment and stay in Beijing for 3 months, can I rent a place near here? I can be close to you and hang out with you whenever I want.”
Yu Gangan turned her head and smiled, “Aren’t you being silly? By the time you get your results, it will be one month later. By then, I would have already returned to Baiyang City.”
“If you return to Baiyang City, your husband will follow you. Does that mean this place will be up for rent?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Help me ask your husband about it.”
Yu Gangan didn’t think it was necessary to ask. Fang Zhihan would never rent the place out.
But, Song Chabai nudged Yu Gangan and shook her shoulders in a whining tone, “Just ask him. I’m willing to pay rent.”
Yu Gangan gave up and nodded her head.
She ran over to the stairs and called out, “Fang Zhihan.”
A little while later, Fang Zhihan stepped downstairs in a calm and elegant manner, wearing a black sweater and beige pants. As he stood against the light, his eyes were cold, but he looked pleasant like an ink painting.
Song Chabai smiled and greeted him with a wave, “Hello.”
Fang Zhihan nodded at Song Chabai as a greeting and scanned his dark eyes across her face. His gaze then paused on Yu Gangan as if asking her why she had called him down.
Yu Gangan pointed to the dining room. Auntie Hu had prepared hot pot and the area around the dining table was steaming up with the fragrant smell of pepper.
“Let’s talk while we eat.”
The trio sat down inside the dining room.
Yu Gangan grabbed a few pieces of meat for Song Chabai and clinked glasses with her. She then asked Fang Zhihan, “Do you know how much it costs to rent a place in this neighborhood?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Then, is your place for rent?”
“If I rent it out, where will I live?” Fang Zhihan asked.
Yu Gangan froze for a moment, unsure of how to respond.
Song Chabai pressed her chopsticks against her lips and said, “You can live at Gangan’s place. When she returns to Baiyang City, won’t you be going with her?”
Fang Zhihan nodded.
“An empty home is empty anyway, you might as well rent it out. I wonder how much the rent would cost,” Song Chabai queried again.
Fang Zhihan directly quoted a price, “100,000 yuan.”
Yu Gangan: “…”
Song Chabai: “…”
So expensive. She couldn’t even make that much in a year.
Song Chabai was immediately annoyed and discouraged as she shrugged her shoulders and drooped her body, “Forget it. I guess I won’t get the chance to win his heart by living nearby.”
Yu Gangan knew that Fang Zhihan intentionally quoted such an expensive rent because he didn’t want to rent the place.
She turned and looked at Song Chabai. “Win his heart by living nearby? Who are you interested in?”
Song Chabai pretended not to understand, “No one, I’m not interested in anyone.”
“Be honest.”
“It’s nothing. I saw a military officer yesterday and Zhang Sa said something about him being one of the 4 Greats Of Beijing. All I know is, he’s an impressive person. But, I’m not sure if he has a girlfriend. If he doesn’t, I was thinking of getting to know him. After all, he’s exactly my type.”
Apart from the first two words, she whispered the rest in Yu Gangan’s ear.