93: A thrifty billionaire

"Alright, I'll drop you off here."

At this moment, Zhang Yu had driven Sasha and Su Mei all the way to the foot of their apartment building.

"Zhang Yu..."

Sasha took a step forward, looking down at the ground. "I'm sorry..."

She knew that if she hadn't insisted on going to Panshan Mountain today and getting into a conflict with Wu Yilun, none of this would have happened.

It might even have implicated Zhang Yu.

"Don't worry. Didn't your uncle already reach a preliminary conclusion? It was just an accident. Nothing will happen."

Zhang Yu smiled.

"But..."

Sasha felt a lingering sense of fear in her heart.

After all, the other party had too much influence.

It was only in hindsight that she realized this matter seemed very serious.

It wasn't like the petty squabbles from before.

"News came from the hospital that Wu Yilun didn't die, but he isn't exactly alive either."

Su Mei said at this moment.

"Sister Su Mei, you were able to get this news?"

"Did you forget what I do for a living?" Su Mei smiled.

Sasha felt a bit more at ease.

Whether a person lives or dies makes a fundamental difference.

"Don't worry, get a good night's sleep."

As Zhang Yu said this, he reached out and gently patted Sasha on the head.

She felt even more at ease now.

Watching Zhang Yu drive away.

Her heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she reached up to place her hand on her head.

It was as if she were trying to feel the lingering warmth left by Zhang Yu's hand.

She stood there, stunned, as if a bolt of lightning had struck her heart.

A seed, washed by the spring rain, had begun to sprout.

"Sasha, what are you doing?"

Su Mei, watching from the side, stared wide-eyed.

"Oh, it's nothing. Sister, let's go back quickly."

Sasha blushed, quickly grabbed her arm, and prepared to go home.

Su Mei turned her head and glanced at the taillights of Zhang Yu's car as he drove away.

She couldn't help but mutter to herself.

No way, Sasha, have you finally fallen in love?

Just like that, so suddenly?

And he was previously with her best friend, Lu Hanxiao... she had even witnessed it herself.

Oh, Zhang Yu, Zhang Yu, just tell me, how many people have you charmed without even realizing it?

...

In the middle of the night.

Zhang Yu drove and finally returned to Binjiang Mansion.

After getting out of the car, he realized that the rolls-royce cullinan was covered in mud, dust, and bits of plant leaves.

It was almost unwatchable.

He looked up at his apartment. The lights were on.

"Zhang Yu is back!"

At this moment, Pan Yuyao shouted from the balcony of the living room.

"He's finally back!"

"I was worried to death!"

The three Flight Attendants had been very worried at home, but upon hearing the sound of the car door closing downstairs,

the heavy stone in their hearts finally fell.

Xiong Tingting was also in the living room, cleaning.

Seeing their reactions, she didn't quite understand why they had such expressions just because Zhang Yu came back a little late.

"Let's hurry up and finish cleaning."

The girls had been listless before, but now they were suddenly full of energy.

They busied themselves cleaning and taking out the trash.

Zhang Yu opened the door and found the beautiful women all cleaning.

He couldn't help but feel very comfortable inside.

Watching them clean was quite a beautiful sight.

He didn't know where to look.

"Landlord, you're back?"

Pan Yuyao was the first to step forward and ask.

"Have you eaten? There's soup warming in the kitchen."

It was wonderful.

Zhang Yu sighed, wasn't this feeling of coming home to food in the pot the scene every man dreamed of?

Especially when it was several beautiful women doing it together.

It confirmed what they had said before: the three sisters were of one mind and did everything together.

However, he wasn't hungry right now.

"I'll come down to eat later."

Zhang Yu said, "I'm going to take a shower first."

This trip to Panshan Mountain had left him covered in dust, which was quite uncomfortable.

"Zhang Yu, here's a towel."

Lu Hanxiao quickly handed him a new towel: "We washed the towel you were using, so use this one instead."

He looked down and saw that it was actually a designer towel.

It cost tens of thousands.

What a sin, even a bath towel sold for so much.

He didn't know which of the three of them had bought it.

Maybe they bought it together, who knows.

He didn't ask.

"Landlord, the towel you were using before was starting to fray, so why don't you just replace it?"

Di Xiaoba said at this moment.

The towel he had been using was one she had hand-washed several times, scrubbing it until there wasn't a speck of dirt or impurity left.

"Why replace it? I'm used to it. I can repurpose it as a rag later."

Zhang Yu said.

Even though he was now a top-tier billionaire with a net worth of hundreds of billions.

He still knew when to save and when to spend.

He had developed an attachment to a towel after using it for so long.

Besides, it held many stories and had sentimental value.

Xiong Tingting heard Zhang Yu say this.

She couldn't help but take another look at him.

Could it be that rich people are actually this frugal behind the scenes?

Legend has it that truly wealthy people are actually very low-key.

For example, when she worked in Guangzhou, her Landlord owned several buildings worth hundreds of millions.

But he would still go out wearing a white undershirt and a pair of flip-flops that were about to fall apart.

She couldn't understand the spending habits of the rich.

But precisely because of this, Xiong Tingting realized that Zhang Yu, no matter how rich he was, would never forget his roots and would always maintain his original intentions.

This was a very precious quality for a man.

He wasn't that kind of playboy.

"Tingting, what's wrong?"

Pan Yuyao stepped forward and asked.

"It's nothing. I've finished cleaning my area. Let's see what else needs to be done."

She collected her thoughts and said quickly.

"No need, you've done so much since you arrived, I feel bad," Pan Yuyao said. "I just juiced a pitcher of watermelon juice, come and have some."

She greeted her enthusiastically.

Xiong Tingting had resigned and wouldn't be working at Airlines anymore, and she didn't know how long she could stay here.

It was good to spend a little more time together.

Xiong Tingting couldn't refuse, so she sat down with everyone.

At this moment, Zhang Yu had gone upstairs to shower.

In the living room on the first floor, the faint sound of rushing water could still be heard.

Pan Yuyao and Xiong Tingting were chatting.

Lu Hanxiao and Di Xiaoba were both a little absent-minded at this moment.

Some things are better left untouched; one would remain like Pan Yuyao, a carefree young girl.

But once you experience it, it's different.

Once you get a taste, you can't stop.

That's exactly what it means.

However, everyone was present now, so they couldn't express anything.

Then, the four of them chatted idly about recent events.

While drinking the freshly squeezed watermelon juice.

It was a rare moment of peace.

At this moment.

Zhang Yu had finished showering and walked down from the second floor, draped in a bathrobe.

The four of them looked toward the stairs, their eyes unable to help but widen.