Silly Summer Leaf

Although universities have walls, these walls cannot keep out the filth from outside.

But fortunately, Xia Ye, this simpleton, would not be like that. Her worldview was very simple: work hard and earn money diligently.

Her grand ambition of getting into Purple Arts graduate school had become increasingly loose. Lin Yuan's prediction was correct; Xia Ye's dream was like a child's wish. Ever since Lin Yuan rented a place for her, Xia Ye's life had once again become carefree.

On weekends, she taught dance at a tutoring agency, and on weekdays, she worked part-time at a milk tea shop, earning five to six thousand yuan a month. This money was enough for her to eat, drink, and shop.

Lin Yuan looked at his 23-year-old 'daughter' and sometimes asked her, "Have you ever thought about your future?"

"Of course," Xia Ye would seriously envision the future, "We'll see our parents during the New Year, then get our marriage certificate next year. I want to have at least two children, and I must have a little girl. I want to dress her up beautifully like a little princess..."

Lin Yuan used to think his parents' ignorance was due to the limitations of their time and region, but it wasn't until he met Xia Ye that he realized some people are born foolish.

Xia Ye was the first little dummy Lin Yuan had encountered so closely in his life, and despite his best efforts, he couldn't enlighten her. In plain terms: she was the first 'rotten mud' Lin Yuan had seen up close.

For example, when he asked her, "Then what will you use to raise two children?" Xia Ye would answer very seriously, "Once I have children, I'll buy less milk tea and save money for them."

"Have you calculated how much money you need to raise two children?"

"I haven't. But... I haven't seen anyone starve to death on the street."

In short, Xia Ye was a beautiful piece of wood. To expect her to manage a household? That was simply wishful thinking.

But Lin Yuan was quite relieved because he had already anticipated all of this.

You could say Xia Ye wasn't entirely unconcerned about making a living, but that wouldn't be accurate. When Lin Yuan first rented this apartment, the 2800 yuan monthly rent made Xia Ye's heart ache. But not long after, she forgot all about it.

Xia Ye was, after all, still the type to muddle through.

Lin Yuan was now capable of supporting her because he would soon be earning 42K pre-tax income. And that 100,000 yuan scholarship had finally completed its procedures and been disbursed.

However, Lin Yuan still wanted to find something for her to do. Otherwise, once his true identity was exposed in the future, the gap between Xia Ye and him would inevitably be very large. He didn't care himself, but he was afraid this little girl might have some thoughts in her heart.

So, suddenly one day, Xia Ye excitedly told Lin Yuan, "I got an invitation for a private small class, 200 yuan an hour!"

"Another tutoring agency found me. It's a private small class on weekends, just teaching two little girls classical dance. It's 200 yuan per person per hour, so for two people, it's 400 yuan an hour.

I knew my dancing was good enough that someone would appreciate me eventually. Someone finally came to poach me.

Quick, help me calculate how much I can earn in a month."

Lin Yuan congratulated her cooperatively, "How many hours do you teach on the two weekend days?"

"Four hours a day. And there's a 200 yuan transportation subsidy each time."

Lin Yuan pretended to calculate, "Four hours a day, four hundred yuan an hour, that's 1600 yuan a day, plus the 200 yuan transportation subsidy. So a weekend of two days is 3600 yuan. That averages to over 500 yuan a day.

Congratulations, you'll be a little rich woman soon."

"Really? Over five hundred a day? Then I won't go to the milk tea shop. Selling milk tea with a mask on is too tiring."

"Not only do you not have to go to the milk tea shop, but you can also replace me."

"What do you mean?"

"You're going to be a little rich woman; you'll earn much more than I do delivering food every month. Hurry up and get a new boyfriend!"

"Why would I change boyfriends? Do you not like me anymore?"

"Huh? No, I do."

"You're deliberately testing me, aren't you? Is it because... I won't agree to that, to that thing with you, so you want to dump me?"

"I really didn't," seeing Xia Ye about to cry, Lin Yuan was somewhat at a loss. He was once again dumbfounded by Xia Ye's wild imagination. 'Shouldn't it be, once you succeed, you ditch your loved one?'

"You really didn't?"

"I didn't."

"Swear it."

After some back and forth, Lin Yuan finally managed to coax Xia Ye.

"When I earn money, I'll split it with you." Xia Ye's expression when she said this was like a little child promising to share half of her candy.

"Uh... okay."

"Then you're not allowed to talk about breaking up again."

"Okay."

"It's not like I won't agree to you. Once I take you back to see my parents, and we get our certificate, I'll have a baby with you..."

Lin Yuan thought for a moment, "Having a baby, that's not urgent..."

"Then why are you always misbehaving when you lie with me?" Ever since Lin Yuan rented the apartment for Xia Ye, he had indeed had impure thoughts several times. After all, he was a man...

"I... I'm not very good at having babies. I want to practice first. Then, when I'm proficient, we'll have one."

"Hmph, you're bullying me!"

"Alright, alright. Yes, I'll have one with you, isn't that enough?"

"Only after we've met both sets of parents." Xia Ye said very seriously, "That's what my parents told me."

"Alright, alright, we'll go at your pace." Lin Yuan was genuinely curious; she was clearly a very traditional girl, so how did she end up working as a greeter at a maid cafe? But he quickly felt relieved; no girl is born with the words 'loose woman' etched on her face.

But Xia Ye's brief, ill-fated dark history had to be kept strictly hidden, otherwise, it would be unacceptable to both her parents and her tutor.

After Xia Ye's life found its footing, she had always been well-behaved. Lin Yuan's fingerprint was entered into her phone early on, and she would proactively tell him where she went and when she ate during their casual chats.

It's just that, when you get along with some people, you naturally don't need to worry about them playing mind games. This often brings a sense of stability from their personality.

A girl like Xia Ye, who is very lazy and a bit silly, is not perfect at all. But Lin Yuan felt very comfortable getting along with her. After all, who the hell wants to play palace intrigue with their partner?

As for why Xia Ye was scouted for private small classes, it was naturally because Lin Yuan used a little bit of his connections.

Lin Yuan, relying on his previous brief tutoring connections, got referrals from his former clients to other parents who needed dance tutors. Coupled with his current title as Assistant General Manager of Good Group Zijin Branch, he could naturally find student parents willing to help him solve problems.

Because for these parents, they didn't expect their children to become dance artists; learning to dance was just to cultivate their temperament and develop a hobby. So, why not do Lin Yuan a favor?

When Lin Yuan became successful, his girlfriend would naturally be looked upon more highly and naturally be considered part of the elite circle.

Those parents were very happy for their daughters to have more contact with people in elite circles from a young age, as the saying goes, 'near cinnabar, one turns red.' At this point, dance skill was no longer important.

Of course, Xia Ye, this simpleton, still thought it was her own efforts that were recognized by the headhunting agency.

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Compared to Lin Yuan and Xia Ye's lukewarm daily life, Song Xiaoxiao's live streaming career was in full swing.

Lin Yuan learned from Xia Ye that Song Xiaoxiao was already doing college entrance counseling. It seemed she was doing quite well, because according to Xia Ye, Song Xiaoxiao had already taken out a loan to buy a car.

Lin Yuan curiously used Xia Ye's phone to look at Song Xiaoxiao's Moments; it was a Benz A-Class, a large 'leek car' (a term for a car that is expensive to maintain relative to its purchase price).

Although a Benz A-Class loan was very cheap, buying a car in such a short time meant Song Xiaoxiao had indeed earned some money.

"You should have less contact with her recently."

"Why?" Xia Ye was very puzzled.

"An art student who's a slacker relying on traffic to do college entrance counseling can easily face backlash. You absolutely must not participate in any of her live streaming business. Just focus on being a dance teacher."

"Oh," Although Xia Ye was puzzled, Lin Yuan's serious expression made her take it seriously. Moreover, she understood Song Xiaoxiao's usual conduct. She also didn't want to get involved with those messy things.

Xia Ye still felt a chill down her spine when she recalled Song Xiaoxiao recommending her to work at the maid cafe.