mijobooks Chapter 22: Are you going to argue with me over a boy?
Chapter 22: Are you going to argue with me over a boy?
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Zhuo Mingxiu pushed open the door and entered the house.
She casually placed her bag on the cabinet, took off her high heels, and put on soft-soled slippers before letting out a sigh of relief.
"You're back?"
The nanny was busy in the kitchen when she heard the noise. She poked her head out and asked with a smile, her accented with a hint of Shandong, "Working overtime so late again? The soup is ready. Do you want it now or later?"
"Wait a bit, I'll take a shower first."
Zhuo Mingxiu took off her coat and habitually reached into her coat pocket, then suddenly paused.
She took her hand out of her pocket, holding a piece of paper in her hand.
She unfolded it and took a look, only to find that it was the IOU written by Lin Qi.
Looking at the IOU, she felt even more exhausted from working overtime.
She worked so late today because of this matter.
She casually placed the IOU on the shoe cabinet, hung up her coat, and went straight upstairs.
As she climbed the stairs, she felt the pain in her feet intensify.
The real estate industry in Laizhou is nowhere near as developed as in Shanghai.
This villa sounds quite grand, but both its architectural style and overall design are more like a self-built house in the countryside.
Moreover, there isn't even an elevator; you have to walk up the stairs, which is incredibly inconvenient to live here.
She was exhausted after a long day, and when she got home, she still had to climb the stairs...
"Ugh!"
She sighed softly.
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There's no other way; for my daughter's sake, I'll just have to endure the hardship.
Thankfully, I'll be free in three more months. I just need to get through this.
Reaching the top of the stairs, she stopped and called downstairs, "Sister Zhao, Shishi should be back soon. Let the soup cool down so she can drink it directly when she gets back."
"understood."
Only after hearing the nanny's response did she step back into the bedroom, grab a change of clothes, and go into the bathroom.
A short while later, the door to the first-floor room opened again.
Song Shiyin, wearing headphones, entered the room.
As she changed into slippers, she saw the coat hanging on the coat rack and the handbag on the shoe cabinet, and called out, "Auntie, is my mom back?"
"I'm back."
Upon hearing the sound, the nanny hurriedly came out of the kitchen, wiped her hands with her apron, and then smiled as she took Song Shiyin's schoolbag.
"You brought back so much homework?"
She weighed the schoolbag in her hand and sighed with heartache, "If only my daughter were half as hardworking as you."
"Sister Sisi has already tried her best!"
Song Shiyin changed into slippers and affectionately hugged her neck: "I was chatting with Sister Sisi last week, and she even mentioned wanting to take the postgraduate entrance exam!"
"I'll be so grateful she can graduate."
Aunt Zhao shook her head and sighed, then smiled and checked her collar, indicating, "Take off your school uniform, I'll wash it tomorrow."
"Come and have some soup! It's cooled down to a warm temperature, so it's ready to drink."
"Okay!"
Song Shiyin let go, unzipped her school uniform, took it off on the spot, and hung it on the hanger.
The weather was still a bit chilly in March, so she wore a warm fleece underneath.
"Go put on a coat before you come back, the heating's off, it's awfully cold."
Aunt Zhao gave a reminder and then went back to the kitchen.
Song Shiyin took off her school trousers and hung them up. Just as she was about to go upstairs, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the homework papers on the shoe cabinet.
As a high school student, she was very familiar with this kind of homework paper.
She picked it up casually, unfolded it, and glanced at it, but suddenly froze.
……
Upstairs, Zhuo Mingxiu emerged from the bathroom refreshed after taking a shower.
She dried her hair with a towel and took a hairdryer from the vanity drawer.
On the wall hook by the vanity hung a digital watch, which she had placed there to remind Song Shiyin of her morning washing time.
She glanced at the time, put the hairdryer back in the drawer, wrapped her hair in a towel, put on her fleece-lined pajamas, and went downstairs.
Before she even reached the first floor, she saw Song Shiyin sitting at the dining table.
Just seeing her profile, Zhuo Mingxiu couldn't help but smile.
As expected of my daughter, she's so beautiful.
Wearing slippers, she arrived at the restaurant, walked around to Song Shiyin's side, and sat down.
Looking at the soup bowl in front of Song Shiyin, she realized that the chicken soup in the bowl had condensed into a layer of oil, but it didn't look like it had been drunk.
"Why aren't you drinking it? It's getting cold."
She reached out and touched the soup bowl: "I'll ask Sister Zhao to heat it up for you..."
Just as she was about to call the nanny, Song Shiyin suddenly raised her hand and placed a piece of homework paper on the dining table.
"Mom, what does this mean?"
Zhuo Mingxiu's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the IOU on the homework paper.
How did Song Shiyin see it?
However, Zhuo Mingxiu remained calm on the surface despite only being slightly surprised.
She didn't take it seriously and didn't intend to hide it from Song Shiyin.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have casually placed the IOU where Song Shiyin could see it.
"An IOU? What else could it mean?"
She casually remarked, then called out to the kitchen, "Sister Zhao, could you heat up Shishi's soup? She didn't drink it."
"They're here."
Aunt Zhao came to the table and exclaimed, "Why haven't you drunk a drop?"
As she spoke, she reached out and picked up the soup bowl, then went back to the kitchen.
Song Shiyin didn't look at her the entire time, only staring at Zhuo Mingxiu with confusion and incomprehension in her eyes: "I know this is an IOU, but why are you asking Lin Qi for interest?"
Zhuo Mingxiu was taken aback by the question.
She was about to explain that Lynch had added the interest himself.
But seeing Song Shiyin's gaze, a nameless anger rose within her, and the words that came out were: "Charging interest on loans is normal, isn't it? Don't banks charge interest on loans too?"
"How can that be the same?"
Song Shiyin's tone carried a hint of reproach: "Lin Qi is my classmate. He asked me for money, how could I charge him interest? That's going too far!"
"Too much?"
Seeing that she was speaking up for Lin Qi, Zhuo Mingxiu's anger flared even more: "How is that going too far? Private lending is supposed to charge interest, it's legal and compliant."
"Besides, I've already helped him, what's wrong with charging a little interest?"
"Why is it absolutely necessary to charge interest?"
Seeing her firm attitude, Song Shiyin couldn't help but raise her voice slightly and argue back, "If you don't want to lend it, you don't have to. Lending it and charging interest, and such a high amount at that, is clearly humiliating!"
Seeing that Song Shiyin was still speaking up for Lin Qi, Zhuo Mingxiu could no longer suppress her anger: "I didn't want to lend it in the first place! We're all students, how can you ask a classmate for tens of thousands of yuan?"
I agreed to lend him the money because I didn't want to affect your relationship with your classmate.
"Oh, this is terrible! I borrowed money from the wrong person and then borrowed it back!"
"you!"
Song Shiyin stood up, her eyes red-rimmed and her chest heaving, infuriated: "You're being unreasonable!"
"What are you doing?"
Zhuo Mingxiu looked at her in surprise, somewhat incredulously: "You want to argue with me? You want to argue with me over a boy?"
"I don't want to argue with you, I want to reason with you."
Song Shiyin tried to calm herself down, but still looked at Zhuo Mingxiu stubbornly: "Lin Qi's family is having difficulties, and I wanted to help him, so I asked you to lend him money."
But if you lend him money and charge him interest, the nature of the transaction changes, doesn't it?
However, Zhuo Mingxiu was not listening to what she was saying at the moment.
In Zhuo Mingxiu's eyes, Song Shiyin's stubborn gaze was a form of provocation.
"So, you've grown wings and started siding with outsiders, now you're lecturing me on behalf of others?"
Zhuo Mingxiu's face flushed red with anger, but her heart was filled with pain.
My dear daughter, why have you turned out like this?