After Bankruptcy, the Billionaire Asked Me to Marry Him!
Chapter 42: Pies Don’t Fall from the Sky

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Pies Don’t Fall from the Sky

"It’s not that I won’t switch rooms for you! You’ve seen the actual situation yourself, haven’t you? All the dorms for your design department are full, and those with vacancies don’t want to move in a stranger. If you were them, would you want that? So here’s the deal..."

Worried that Ye Li would complain to the school leaders and bring her trouble, Aunt Wang quickly flipped through her record book and said, "619 is empty. If you’d like, you can move in there."

Empty?

Ye Li was stunned, "There’s nobody in that dorm room?"

"Right."

Aunt Wang nodded, a flicker of discomfort passing across her face, "It’s been empty for a few years, so it’s always been used as a storage room. But it’s got everything, like beds and desks, it might just be a little messy. If you want to move in, you’ll have to clean it up yourself, but if not..." Well, you’ll have to figure something out on your own.

"I’m willing!"

Hearing there was an available room, and she’d be alone, Ye Li quickly nodded and signed her name.

More than ten minutes later, pushing open the door to dorm 619, Ye Li sighed in her heart.

I knew it, there are no pies falling from the sky!

Just like the layout of the other dorms, but with dust covering the tables and beds, and cobwebs in the corners of the walls.

Not to mention the piles of brooms, mops, cardboard boxes, and mineral water bottles that occupied the floor.

Ye Li briefly abandoned the idea of moving her belongings before afternoon class and, after some moments of dazedness, began to clean the room.

She neatly stored all the cleaning tools in the corner next to the public washroom.

She asked the cleaning lady to take away the empty cardboard boxes and water bottles.

First the ceiling and walls had to be swept, then the tables and beds wiped down, and finally sweeping and mopping the floors...

She had never done so much housework in her 20 years combined, let alone by herself.

Oblivious to people peeking out of the dorm doors nearby, Ye Li’s moves grew more and more proficient.

The alarm went off when the cleaning was less than half done.

Rushing to the balcony to wash her hands and face, fix her disheveled appearance in the mirror, Ye Li dashed off to class.

By the time the two afternoon classes were over, it was already 5:30 PM. The students rushed either to the cafeteria or to the snack street outside the school gates.

Ye Li, legs aching, returned to her fifth-floor dorm, packed up her belongings, and moved everything to 619, like an ant moving its nest.

Sweeping and mopping the floor.

Setting up the bed.

Organizing the desk and wardrobe.

When everything was done, Ye Li was so exhausted her brain felt blank.

Yet, looking at the clean and tidy room, Ye Li still felt a sense of accomplishment.

Her phone buzzed insistently with messages as Ye Li answered the call. On the other end, Fu Yanci’s voice was cool, "Ye Li, what are you doing?"

Sensing a tone of questioning, Ye Li pulled away from her phone, only then noticing that the man had sent several WeChat messages.

18:00, [Have you had dinner yet?]

20:00, [Did you tend to your wound?]

21:00, [Ye Li???]

Ye Li: ...

Her knee was still slightly sore, but not too bad.

As for the wound in her palm, she had completely forgotten about it, as if it were in Java.

By now, the wound had gone white from being soaked too many times.

The delayed pain was indeed sharp, but she didn’t dare show it, quickly saying, "I’ve taken care of it."

"Really?"

"Really!"

Ye Li nodded earnestly, "If I’m lying, I’m a puppy!"

After she spoke, Ye Li: ...

On the other end, the man seemed to believe her, "Did you encounter anything difficult at school today?"

"No."

"... Alright then, go to sleep early. Good night!"

"Good night!"

Beep, beep beep!

Hanging up the call, Fu Yanci casually turned off the bedside lamp.

When darkness descended, Fu Yanci realized he had a very serious problem.