134: Chapter 134 The Relaxation of the Rich, the Anxiety of the Poor

A few days later, the Mid-Autumn Festival was almost here.

There was a three-day holiday in total, and Tang Luochuan did not intend to return to his hometown.

He transferred another 15 million to his mother, asking her to bring his grandparents and father to Shanghai to reunite.

As for the few emails he had sent out, he hadn't received a reply yet.

He wasn't in a hurry; this wasn't a case of him begging others for help, but rather others would definitely beg to cooperate with him.

One still had to maintain a high posture.

...

However, on the other side, someone was unhappy.

Meng Fanyi was looking at her WeChat Moments. She was friends with Su Wantang, and for the past few days, Su Wantang had posted several updates every day.

All the statuses implied her affluent and happy life.

Either she was practicing dance with friends, eating with Tang Luochuan, or sharing daily life in a luxury mansion.

Although Su Wantang didn't deliberately show off anything, this unrestrained life deeply irritated her.

Some people didn't need to show off high-end restaurants, luxury mansions, luxury cars, or luxury goods to show that they weren't short of money.

That sense of ease in life was something others couldn't learn.

The phone rang; it was a call from Zhu Jianhua.

"Hello, Cousin Jianhua."

"Fanyi, are you free these next two days? Do you want to move in with me?"

Hearing Zhu Jianhua's voice, Meng Fanyi felt impatient. Move in with him?

She had seen Zhu Jianhua's little nest; it was a shared apartment.

She had suggested that Zhu Jianhua rent a one-bedroom apartment, but after looking around, the rent for one that met her requirements was about 8,000 per month.

Zhu Jianhua's monthly salary was around 20,000, so rent alone would take up half of it.

He was reluctant to spend that money.

Meng Fanyi was even less willing to move there. Although the conditions were better than the Dormitory, it restricted her freedom, and she still had to do live streams.

In that case, it was better to just stay in the Dormitory.

"No need."

"Oh, right, I invited Luochuan to dinner. Do you want to come?"

"No time. My studies have been busy lately. I... I still have to study."

She didn't even have the confidence to say this herself.

"It's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival. I was thinking of going home. Do you want to come along?"

"Mid-Autumn? We'll see..."

After chatting for a few sentences, Meng Fanyi hung up the phone. Hiding under her covers, she quietly took a sexy and 'inappropriate' photo and opened WeChat to send it to a certain 'big brother'.

Seeing the WeChat message, the person on the other end immediately replied: [Baby, it's almost Mid-Autumn. I have three days off! Should I come to Shanghai to see you?]

The corners of Meng Fanyi's mouth curled up. She thought about it; this 'big brother' had already spent seventy or eighty thousand on her.

She couldn't keep stringing him along forever. He had proposed meeting several times, and if she didn't meet him now, it wouldn't be justifiable.

In the current environment, finding a 'big brother' was truly difficult.

Thinking of this, Meng Fanyi replied: [Alright, come over after my husband leaves!! I'll send you the location.]

...

In the evening, Tang Luochuan brought the three girls to the place he had agreed upon with Zhu Jianhua.

It was a small restaurant in Shanghai; he was planning to treat his cousin, so there was no need to go to some high-end restaurant just for the sake of appearances.

Sitting at the table, Tang Luochuan didn't say a word, just watching Zhu Jianhua, who kept sighing.

"Sigh~~," Zhu Jianhua held his glass, having finished a bottle of beer before the food even arrived.

Only then did Tang Luochuan say: "Cousin Jianhua, what's wrong? Why so unhappy?"

He could guess it; it must be because of his unhappy marriage, caused by Meng Fanyi.

"Tsk... Luochuan, I'm thinking about whether I should go back to Quanshui City to develop."

"Why?"

Zhu Jianhua opened another bottle of beer and poured himself a glass: "I make 20,000 a month now, which I feel is decent, but the pressure in Shanghai is too high. I can't afford a house! I still have to rent, and the cost of living is too high. 20,000 is really not enough."

"Didn't your family just get relocated?"

"Heh, relocation? My family did get quite a bit, but a few million doesn't even make a splash in Shanghai! And..." Zhu Jianhua pondered for a moment: "I want to save money for my parents' retirement. For us young people in this environment, it's already good enough not to sponge off our parents."

Speaking of this, Tang Luochuan felt a warmth in his heart; his cousin was actually quite pragmatic.

Of course, he was lustful, but all men are the same.

He couldn't blame him for that.

"Hmm~~," Tang Luochuan nodded, then suddenly asked tentatively: "Cousin Jianhua, what is your wife doing now??"

Just as he finished asking, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye; the three girls beside him had actually poured themselves beer too.

Shen Muyan was full of excitement, holding her glass and licking the foam off the beer, with quite a bit stuck to her upper lip.

On the other side, Su Wantang and Jiang Jinyue were also holding their glasses, shrinking their necks as if they were sneaking around doing something bad.

Everyone had a white layer of beer foam on their lips.

Tang Luochuan's eyelids twitched. He had already seen Shen Muyan and Jiang Jinyue's drinking habits; they had none.

As for Su Wantang, he really didn't know.

But since his cousin was present today, it was most important for him to comfort this 'sad man' first.

As for those three, let them do whatever they wanted.

"Oh my... this tastes good..." Shen Muyan held her own glass, which contained fruit beer. The three of them had ordered four flavors of fruit beer and were planning to try them all.

"Let me have a sip..." Su Wantang stretched her neck over, and Shen Muyan brought the glass to her lips.

Su Wantang took a small sip, her eyes lighting up, and she quickly recommended it to Jiang Jinyue: "Yueyue, you should try this one of Shen Muyan's. This pineapple flavor is refreshing."

"Really?" Jiang Jinyue also took the glass from Shen Muyan, took a small sip, and kept praising: "It is... come, come, cheers! Let's get two more bottles of the pineapple flavor."

While the three girls were on the side 'tasting 14-yuan bottles of fruit beer', Tang Luochuan was comforting his cousin.

Zhu Jianhua had a pile of complaints to vent: "Sigh, I envy you, Luochuan! You're doing better than me, and your personality is stronger than mine. I'm just a coward."

"What exactly is the matter?" Tang Luochuan asked, already knowing the answer, but he still had to let Zhu Jianhua bring it up himself.

"Meng Fanyi's consumption level is too high; I can't afford it! I already gave her the money from the relocation, and before we got married, she took the 40,000 meant for the 'three golds' and bought a bag instead! The day before yesterday, I went to her school and saw that she had bought new clothes and a new bag again."

"If she wants to buy, let her buy... that's fine."

"Fine? What's fine about it? I looked it up; those clothes are several thousand each, and a whole outfit adds up to over ten thousand! That bag must have been fifty or sixty thousand..."

"Er... it's fine! It's fine!" Tang Luochuan didn't really know how to advise him. Actually, it really was fine; he hadn't even told Zhu Jianhua that his wife was flaunting herself in a live stream yet.

He hadn't even dared to reveal a shred of information to the three girls.

But seeing his cousin like this, Tang Luochuan became increasingly hesitant.