I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 698 - 549 Dude, uncle_2

Chapter 698: 549 Dude, uncle_2

As the most basic service worker, Quan Shangying’s salary certainly couldn’t afford too much in terms of living conditions. Her home was located in a cheap apartment building over ten stops away from the department store, which required her to set out an hour early for work every day.

Despite this, she had no complaints, even if eating her breakfast bread on the bus during the morning rush often resulted in it being knocked out of her hand. Upon entering the company, she would still greet everyone with a warm smile and enthusiasm.

"Driver, there’s still people!"

The bus rocked unsteadily and by the time Quan Shangying managed to squeeze herself off, the day was already turning to dusk.

Quan Shangying opened the bag to check on the beef, relieved to see it was unharmed, she exhaled and then cheerfully made her way towards the cheap apartment complex in front of her.

"Ding."

The elevator door opened.

Unlike luxury apartments, this building crammed over a dozen units on each floor.

Sixth floor.

Quan Shangying took out her keys to open the door, and inside, it was dark as the curtains were drawn tightly shut.

She sighed helplessly, turned on the light, and then shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Fire!"

Inside, the silence remained unbroken.

A dark figure lay motionless on the sofa.

"Hasi!"

Annoyed, Quan Shangying took a deep breath, placed the groceries she had bought on the table, and then rushed over to fling the curtains open.

"Whoosh!"

The soft light of dusk scattered the darkness within the room.

This was a small one-bedroom apartment.

On the narrow sofa,

The person curled up on his side was finally awakened by the light and raised a hand to shield his eyes.

"Xi ba! You dead girl, draw the curtains!"

Quan Shangying turned, just blocking the setting sun.

"An Zairong, look at the time, the sun has set! Did you sleep all day again? You might as well sleep under a bridge; it’s more spacious than my place!"

The man on the sofa propped himself up and sat up slowly.

"What do you mean? Stinky girl, are you in such a hurry to kick me out after just two days?"

"I don’t house the lazy!"

Quan Shangying, known as the happy pill at the company, kept a straight face and went directly to cook.

The man who had slept on the sofa all day rubbed his face, not blaming Quan Shangying for being annoyed. Idleness was certainly shameful, but though he appeared languid and lazy, the suit on his body seemed quite textural, as if it were premium goods from a name-brand store. However, the bright red tie added a touch of comical incongruity to the mix.

After a rest, he looked at the sun sinking below the horizon and stood up, walking over to the stove, sniffing the air.

"Yo, steak? What’s happening, girl, did you hit the lottery?"

"That’s right, the lady won a big prize. Jealous?"

Quan Shangying spoke without turning around, spatula in hand.

The man made sounds of amazement.

"Even a silly girl like you can win the lottery? I don’t believe it. If you can win, then everyone in Goryeo could become wealthy."

"Yah! An Zairong!"

Quan Shangying, who seemed never to get angry in the eyes of her coworkers, flew into a rage, turning around with the spatula brandished.

"Do you believe I could end you with this spatula?!"

The man in the suit, wrinkled from sleep, squinted and smiled.

"I’m just telling it like it is. Remember when we first met, you lived here, and you still live here now."

The truth stung a bit.

But Quan Shangying was neither embarrassed nor angry and declared loudly, "What does that have to do with me? I’m already working hard enough. I’m the first to arrive at our counter every day! I’ve never taken a day off!"

"So, stinky girl, I’ve told you before, hard work will never make you rich."

"An Zairong, I warn you not to call me stinky girl again, or I really will kick you out!"

The man paid no attention to her posturing, taking an unconcerned glance at the sizzling frying pan.

"The steak is burnt."

"Agh!"

Quan Shangying, no longer concerned with arguing with him, turned around in a panic.

The man chuckled silently, watching her flustered figure with a smile that was purer than ever.

"Leave right after you eat."

"Clang."

A plate landed in front of An Zairong.

The plate held a sizable steak, definitely larger than those found in ordinary Western restaurants, but its appearance wasn’t particularly appealing, with a hint of char on it.

"It’s already dark, where do you expect me to go in the middle of the night?"

Quan Shangying sat down across from him, her voice cold and her demeanor chilly.

"Don’t you have your own home?"

An Zairong answered straightforwardly, "No."

Quan Shangying was at a loss for words, then picked up her knife and fork.

"Then go sleep on the streets!"

"Quan Shangying, is this how you treat your oppa?"

"Yah!"

Quan Shangying took a deep breath, lifting her head, "Do you plan to live here indefinitely?"

An Zairong just shrugged his shoulders, as if to ask if there was a problem.

"Didn’t you say you were wealthy? That you run a big company, so how can you not even have a home?! I think you really should get checked out at the psychiatric center—oh, and they provide accommodation too."

True to her job as a clothing sales guide, her tongue was indeed sharp. If her department store colleagues saw this, their jaws would certainly drop.

"You little brat, is this how you treat your customers at work? Speaking to them with that tone?"

"Are you a customer?"

"Aren’t I?"

"What kind of customer can’t be chased away!"

Quan Shangying cut her steak forcefully with her knife.

"I only have one bed here, no place for you to stay."

"No problem, I’ll sleep on the couch."

"No way! At this rate, you’re going to break my couch."

"If it breaks, I’ll buy you a new one," said An Zairong, "I told you, money is not an issue."

An Zairong, smug as ever, took his cutlery and began slicing his steak.

"Let me stay a few more days, and I’ll give you a handsome reward. Then you can go get a new place."

Quan Shangying laughed, almost spraying out the steak in her mouth.

"I really think you need to see a psychiatrist. How about I take half a day off tomorrow and accompany you?"

She looked earnestly at An Zairong.

"Didn’t you say you’ve never taken a day off?"

Quan Shangying chewed the steak she seldom afforded herself and mumbled unclearly, "Things have different levels of urgency. We’re supposed to be friends, after all. I can’t just leave you in the lurch. Better to get checked out sooner than later. Some illnesses can’t be dragged out."

An Zairong responded with a smile but said nothing, leisurely placing a piece of neatly cut steak in his mouth.

His posture, far more elegant than Quan Shangying’s, was akin to that of a noble gentleman.

"Hey, do you eat steak often?"

Quan Shangying was puzzled.

"I’ve told you already, I’m very rich."

Quan Shangying rolled her eyes unapologetically.

"I’m not joking. You really can’t continue living here. I’ll give you money, and you can go stay in a hotel for a few days."

"Not going."

An Zairong was adamant.

Quan Shangying felt infuriated again.

"You need to understand, this is my home!"

"Didn’t you say we were friends?"

Quan Shangying instantly found herself at a loss for words, looking at the man who was eating the slightly overcooked steak without minding, and involuntarily remembered the first time they had met.

Because her father was a gambling addict, he got pressured by loan sharks right to their doorstep. Having just graduated, she simply couldn’t pay off the amount they demanded.

The thugs threatened to chop off her father’s hand, forcing her to work off the debt for them.

She knew all too well what kind of "work" they meant.

Despite the hatred, her mother had died early, and she had only her father to rely on; she couldn’t just stand by and watch him get hurt. Just when she was about to despair and agree to their demands, the man before her appeared out of nowhere. Like a savior, he drove away those thugs, and from then on, they never troubled her again.

Remembering all this, the furious Quan Shangying gradually calmed down, poking at her steak.

"We’re friends, but you really can’t keep living here. Go stay in a hotel for a few days. If you really want to sleep on the couch, come back after a few days. Anyway, I can’t afford to have you staying at the hotel indefinitely."

"Why not?"

The other party asked persistently.

"Yah!"

Quan Shangying, frustrated, inhaled deeply, and could only helplessly say, "My boyfriend might come over."

An Zairong’s expression didn’t change as he asked with a smile, "Is your boyfriend more handsome than your oppa?"

Quan Shangying snorted with laughter, her chubby cheeks not particularly beautiful but exceedingly adorable.

"Can’t you be a little less vain, uncle!"