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Chapter 26 - Buying a Car Tomorrow, Dad Comes First! Rong Shuang Falls Sick, Hopelessly Husband-Obsessed!

Chapter 26: Buying a Car Tomorrow, Dad Comes First! Rong Shuang Falls Sick, Hopelessly Husband-Obsessed!

Jiang Feng now had over 270,000 yuan on hand.

Renting the shop had cost nearly 50,000 (one month’s deposit plus three months’ rent upfront).

Setting up the shop had added another 10,000+ in expenses.

But just four days of sales had not only recouped all that, it also left him with an extra 70,000 in profit!

With that, buying a practical cargo-friendly vehicle was well within budget.

Over the past two days, Jiang Feng had researched electric SUVs in the 200,000-yuan range.

His requirements were simple:

Spacious.

Immediate availability.

High safety ratings.

After comparing options, he settled on the BYD Song Plus EV (base model), priced at 170,000 yuan.

Electric vehicles exempted him from purchase taxes, and after insurance, registration, and discounts, the total came to around 180,000 yuan.

A solid, no-nonsense car.

Decent enough for daily errands, yet durable enough for hauling ingredients without worry.

Perfect for his current needs.

He had expected to wait days (or even weeks) for the license plate quota.

But to his surprise,

It arrived today!

He quickly messaged a nearby dealership and scheduled a test drive for tomorrow at 2 p.m.

Back at the shop, he grinned at Youyou. “Good news.”

Youyou’s eyes sparkled. “Did Teacher Rong confess to you?!”

Jiang Feng flicked her forehead.

“Stop imagining things.”

Youyou clutched her head. “Ow! But you and Teacher Rong are a perfect match! I’d be so happy if she became my mom…”

Jiang Feng sighed softly. “That’s not happening.”

“Why not?” She counted on her fingers earnestly. “Do you not like her? If you don’t, then never mind. Your happiness matters most.”

His chest warmed. He ruffled her hair. “We’ll talk about it later.”

Truthfully, he did like Rong Shuang.

She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever met, kind, gentle, and utterly devoted to Youyou.

But he was a divorced man, still renting, with meager savings.

The more flawless Rong Shuang seemed, the more he felt unworthy.

Besides, he couldn’t fathom why she treated him so specially.

Was it just a fleeting crush? Would she lose interest someday?

His marriage with Xu Na had left him jaded, no matter how hard he tried, it was never enough.

Maybe he just wasn’t cut out for marriage.

For now, he’d focus on making money.

Only after securing a home and stability would he reconsider.

Youyou hugged his neck. “Dad, hold me. I’ll stay with you.”

She sensed his heaviness, it hurt her to see him like this.

Jiang Feng carried her out, locked the shop, and stepped into the rain, umbrella in hand.

Youyou nestled against him, savoring the moment:

Rain pattering outside, safe in Dad’s arms, shielded by their “umbrella guardian.”

Nothing else mattered.

Rong Shuang’s Side

By the time Jiang Feng and Youyou reached home, Rong Shuang was nearing her apartment.

The June downpour had intensified, no mercy for the unprepared.

Her old complex lacked underground parking.

She texted Tang Hemei: “Come get me. No umbrella.”

But Tang Hemei was live-streaming, her phone ignored.

“Thanks for the superchat, Brother Ma! Extended stream tonight!”

The taxi stopped at the gate. “Ma’am, I can’t drive in. You’ll have to walk.”

With no reply from Tang Hemei, Rong Shuang sprinted through the rain, bag over her head.

Dripping wet, she finally reached her door.

Tang Hemei, mid-stream, yelped: “Wait, guys! My food supplier is back!”

She ripped off her headphones and gasped. “Why are you drenched?!”

Rong Shuang glared. “I texted you.”

Tang Hemei checked her phone. “Shit! I missed it! Are the buns okay?!”

Rong Shuang handed over the paper bag, slightly damp, but the buns were unharmed.

“You’re the best! Love you!”

“Ugh. Enjoy.” Rong Shuang headed for the shower.

But as hot water soothed her, a sharp cramp twisted her stomach.

Her period was coming. The usual two-day prelude.

Then dizziness hit, was she feverish?

She brewed ginger tea and curled up in bed, phone in hand.

A message from Jiang Feng: “Home safe?”

Instantly, her aches eased. She typed back: “Yes, just showered. You?”

“Same. Watching cartoons with Youyou.”

“Drink ginger tea. Don’t get sick.” (She’d rather suffer alone than see him unwell.)

Mid-chat, a work notification popped up, a report from the kindergarten.

As she worked, her headache worsened.

Tang Hemei, now off-stream, knocked. “You okay?”

Rong Shuang’s voice was thick. “No.”

Tang Hemei took one look and panicked. “Your face is burning up!”

The thermometer confirmed it: 37.8°C (100°F).

“Call in sick tomorrow.”

Rong Shuang shook her head. “Just get me medicine.”

“Why?! You co-own the damn kindergarten, just text Liu Yanan!”

(Future Star Kindergarten was funded partly by Rong Shuang’s 2.7-million-yuan investment. Though repaid, she still held shares.)

Rong Shuang mumbled, “If I rest… I can’t see Jiang Feng and Youyou.”

Tang Hemei groaned. “You’re hopeless! Stay home!”

“I want to see him.” (One day apart? Unthinkable.)

“And infect him?!”

Silence.

Tang Hemei relented. “Fine. Take meds. If you’re better tomorrow, go. If not, stay put.”

After gulping down bitter pills, Rong Shuang brushed her teeth and checked her phone.

No new messages.

“Goodnight,” she whispered inwardly, too softly to disturb him.