Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 309 - 309 306 Why Arent You Moved

Chapter 309: Chapter 306 Why Aren’t You Moved? Chapter 309: Chapter 306 Why Aren’t You Moved? In mid-June, after nearly a month, Jiang Yan and Liu Wenhui finally wrapped up the deal on the last set of second-hand, run-down apartments.

Jiang Yan and Mu Jiawen bought four units, Liu Wenhui bought two, and Dai Lei bought one.

To their surprise, one of Liu Wenhui’s apartments was registered under Qi Lihong’s name.

Not only were Jiang Yan and the others shocked, but even Qi Lihong herself was so astonished that she kept waving her hands, “I don’t want it, I don’t want it…”

“What do you mean you don’t want it? Sign it, hurry up, don’t fucking make me change my mind.”

Liu Wenhui, very impatient, rudely grabbed Qi Lihong’s hand to sign the contract, took her ID card to the agent for photocopying, and after all the procedures were finished, he simply threw the contract at her.

Qi Lihong caught the contract in a panic, held it with both hands, her head bowed down, tears plopping down.

Liu Wenhui did not look at her, turned around to take out a cigarette, handed one to Jiang Yan, and led the way out with him.

Jiang Yan glanced at him, teasingly said, “You’re not giving her a break-up fee, are you?”

He wouldn’t only date one girlfriend during college, that was the bold statement he made at the start of the school year.

Liu Wenhui snapped his lighter to light the cigarette, took a hard drag and exhaled, then mockingly laughed, “One apartment as a break-up fee? You think too highly of me, really taking me for a tycoon, huh?”

He glanced askance at Jiang Yan, “Can’t compare to you and sister-in-law, the real tycoons are you two.”

More than the money spent on buying four apartments, Liu Wenhui could not understand why Jiang Yan put all his money in Mu Jiawen’s hands. Although Jiang Yan said that a large part of it was Mu Jiawen’s own money, he did not believe it.

Among the purchased apartments, three were under Mu Jiawen’s name, only one was under his.

Was he so certain that they would definitely get married in the future?

He could guarantee he wouldn’t change his heart, but what about the other person?

After all, Jiang Yan must be aware of how attractive Mu Jiawen’s face was to men.

Forget it, he had his own troubles to deal with, why bother about others?

After the two men left, Mu Jiawen approached Qi Lihong, took out a pack of tissues from her bag, and handed two to her.

“Thank… thank you.”

Mu Jiawen said nothing, looking at Qi Lihong, who had been crying for three minutes and was still crying, and said puzzledly, “Are you crying because you’re moved?”

“… Huh?”

Qi Lihong looked up blankly at Mu Jiawen, her pale and rosy face still adorned with fresh tears, eliciting sympathy.

Mu Jiawen knew everyone’s experiences and lives were different, and so naturally were their thoughts. She was not Qi Lihong and shouldn’t judge her from her own stance, but still couldn’t help saying, “The apartment was willingly given to you by Liu Wenhui, it wasn’t something you demanded from him, you’re equals in this relationship, you’re not lesser than him.”

After thinking, she added, “It’s not that you can’t be moved, but there’s no need to make it so obvious.”

She wanted to say, look at the money from Jiang Yan, isn’t it all with me? Three out of four apartments are in my name, and I’m not even moved… As she thought this, suddenly Mu Jiawen also felt it to be quite bizarre. Why wasn’t she moved?

When Jiang Yan gave her a card for her birthday, she wasn’t moved either, it seemed normal, and even at the time she thought, if his card isn’t with me, where should it be?

Where did this sense of entitlement come from?

Did it come from Jiang Yan?

As Mu Jiawen reflected, she turned her head to look at the figure outside the door.

Qi Lihong murmured with her head down, “I, I understand what you mean, but…”

She didn’t know how to broach the topic with Mu Jiawen. Before meeting Liu Wenhui, she had almost always been hungry, never worn new clothes, and the whole family had squeezed into the old, dilapidated fifty-square-meter house given to them by her grandparents. Even before attending university, she was beaten every other day…

Being with Liu Wenhui, although she knew what he was after, was already far happier than the hellish life she had lived before.

She thought that was enough, but she never expected him to give her a house!

This was a house, not just a garment or a lavish meal that could fill her stomach.

No one knew how many times she had ardently wished that one day, if she could have money or own a house, it would be wonderful. Then she could take her mother away, leave that demon forever, leave that den of evil!

This was a dream she thought unattainable, and she never expected it to come so soon.

Seeing that Qi Lihong’s mood had improved a bit, Mu Jiawen breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, she was not good at consoling people, especially those she wasn’t close to.

Especially since she had almost confused herself with her own attempts at consolation!

“Let’s go out, too.”

After saying this, Mu Jiawen turned to walk out, but Qi Lihong grabbed her arm. When she turned to look, Qi Lihong quickly let go.

She bit her lip and asked in a low voice, “Can, can I … move into that house since he has given it to me?”

“Of course, you can. Since it’s yours now, he definitely won’t care whether you live in it or rent it out. If you don’t live there, renting it out is not a bad idea either. Didn’t you research before? A house this size around here could rent for six or seven hundred, right?”

It was Qi Lihong who had written the initial market survey for the neighborhood, including how much rent could be collected per month for various types of apartments.

Relieved by Mu Jiawen’s words, Qi Lihong looked up and smiled at her, “Thank you.”

“Let’s go.”

On the way back, Liu Wenhui asked Jiang Yan, “I see that your store’s renovation is almost complete; are you planning to open for the summer holidays?”

It was mid-June now, and their school would have final exams on the twenty-sixth of June and then start summer break.

As the car stopped at a red light, Jiang Yan answered while waiting, “Yes, we’ve set the date for July tenth.”

He remembered Qi Lihong’s detailed research on secondhand houses, turned to her, and asked, “Qi Lihong, do you want a summer job?”

“Me?” Qi Lihong was not very confident speaking to Jiang Yan and sounded a bit panicky, “What can I, what can I do?”

Liu Wenhui glanced at her and said, “Don’t be silly; there’s plenty you can do. Don’t underestimate yourself. Since you don’t really want to go back for the summer, you might as well stay and help.”

He decided for her, “Brother Yan, count her in.”

When she had come back after winter break, her arms and legs were bruised, turning blue and purple, which took more than half a month to fade. She didn’t say who did it when asked, so it was probably better not to go back.

“Oh right, is Jing Junyang also interested in buying a secondhand house? I saw him asking you about it that day.”

Jiang Yan nodded, “Yes, I’ve marked a few options for him, and the agent is handling it.”

Liu Wenhui clicked his tongue, “That guy has money; I thought he wouldn’t be interested in our small-time investments.”

Small-time?

Jiang Yan glanced at Liu Wenhui through the rearview mirror and thought to himself that once the demolition compensation came through, you’d see if it was small-time. And you’d better not be kneeling and calling me ‘Grandpa’ by then.

In Beijing, unlike some other third- or fourth-tier cities, getting rich overnight from demolition funds wasn’t impossible.

But after all, it was speculation, and buying a few houses was enough; too many could pose a problem.