Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 1097 - 1098: Unpopular Real Daughter 41

Chapter 1097: Chapter 1098: Unpopular Real Daughter 41

For Zhang Yu, university life was all about constantly switching between being an entrepreneur and being a student.

Before going to university, she’d thought that not many people would major in philosophy, and even fewer women.

But it turned out her classmates were actually quite okay; not just a sparse few people, which made Zhang Yu a bit surprised.

After all, with the philosophy major, finding a job in the job market really feels like a trap.

It’s tough to find a relevant job; of course, it’s not entirely impossible—you could work within the system.

Or become a philosophy teacher or something, but overall, the job prospects are really not that great.

The scarcity of classmates means less conflict, and since there are fewer girls, the boys in the class tend to look after the girls.

This made Zhang Yu very satisfied with her choice of major. Fewer people, fewer troubles, and since she never considered going to graduate school, it felt even more relaxed.

Zhang Yu thought about spending her four university years leisurely; no scholarships, no student council.

In short, her main goal was to take it easy and definitely not let it interfere with her making money.

Zhang Yu spent those four university years peacefully, with grades in the middle range, unlikely to earn a scholarship, or go through any make-up exams.

Through those four years, each teacher’s impression of Zhang Yu wasn’t too deep. If someone had to ask about her, they would hesitate for quite a while before recalling Zhang Yu.

When it came to her appraisal, they hesitated for a while before reluctantly calling her diligent, because quiet students are hardly remembered by teachers.

Zhang Yu didn’t want teachers to remember her, otherwise they’d think of her whenever there’s an event.

After all, philosophy is really not easy to study, Zhang Yu thought it was the safest major, ensuring nobody thought she wanted to compete for the Song Family’s assets.

But surprisingly, philosophy was really hard to learn, requiring a lot of time to remember those things.

No help for it, she chose this major—however difficult, she had to see it through.

She was thankful she hadn’t considered graduate school, otherwise, just the thought of continuing to study philosophy would make her dizzy.

After submitting her thesis, Zhang Yu knew this marked the end of her student life.

With the thesis submitted, Zhang Yu wondered whether she should go on a trip; after all, these four years weren’t easy—either staying at school or going to Harbor City, or meeting project leaders.

Yes, that’s right—after four years of development, Zhang Yu’s investment company had grown in size, no longer the anonymous small company it once was.

The company email was already piled high with requests for investment, and the investment company was no longer just Zhang Yu as the sole boss; there was already a team of about ten people.

Zhang Yu felt the company had grown enough, with no need to expand further.

Though people say a big company size is proof of strong capabilities, Zhang Yu felt a smaller company size was better.

As a boss, she hadn’t traveled for a long time, so with the company not busy now, she certainly needed to take a trip and relax a bit.

For traveling, of course she would call Chu Yun; they’ve been great travel partners, going to lots of places together these four years.

Chu Yun should be submitting her thesis too, waiting for the defense.

Zhang Yu felt her idea was good, but she hadn’t expected that Chu Yun actually had to go to work.

Chu Yun didn’t go job hunting; she worked at Zhao Xi’s company, which wasn’t the little startup in Harbor City anymore.

They’d already bought land in Harbor City to build an office building, and opened branches in the Mainland. When Chu Yun wasn’t going to work in Harbor City, she’d go to the Mainland branch.

As a company veteran, Chu Yun certainly wouldn’t look for a new job.

With Chu Yun unable to travel, Zhang Yu could only travel alone.

Quickly picking out travel destinations, Zhang Yu packed her luggage and prepared to go to the airport.

Song Qian stared at the large door before her, hesitated for a moment, then knocked.

Hearing the knock, Zhang Yu responded curiously, "Who is it?"

"Song Qian."

Song Qian? Zhang Yu hadn’t expected her to come looking; wasn’t she studying abroad?

She seemed to be getting along well with Fu Jie, coming back together each year to attend the Fu Corporation shareholders’ meeting.

One could say Song Qian’s position as Mrs. Fu was secure, oh, and Fu Jie had, several years prior, completely suppressed the Liao Family cousin with whom they were allied, leaving him in a poor situation.

To date, nobody from the Fu Family had dared rise to challenge Fu Jie, knowing that even without a strong Yue family backing him, Fu Jie could easily handle them.

Zhang Yu didn’t understand why Song Qian would come to such a small figure, "Do you need something from me?"

Song Qian thought saying her name would prompt Zhang Yu to let her in, but she didn’t seem inclined to open the door, "I have a matter with you, and you’re not going to let me in?"

Song Qian having business with Zhang Yu? Zhang Yu laughed, "You have something for me?"

Thinking it over, they didn’t seem to have any intersection.

"You’re just going to let me speak at the door?" Song Qian looked around; even though the hallway was empty, what if someone suddenly appeared?

Zhang Yu pondered for a moment, "You’re right, you are about to be Mrs. Fu, the president’s wife, you shouldn’t stay here."

Pushing her suitcase along, Zhang Yu stepped out, "Let’s go and find a place to have coffee."

Song Qian watched Zhang Yu come out pushing her suitcase, "What’s this?"

What kind of attitude was this? Didn’t want to talk to her, so was pushing a suitcase out?

Zhang Yu entered the elevator with her suitcase, "I’ve submitted my thesis and plan to take this time to go on a trip."

"Why did you come to find me?" The elevator stopped, Zhang Yu exited with her suitcase.

Song Qian wore high heels, although she was used to walking in heels, Zhang Yu’s sneakers and long strides made her feel like she needed to jog to keep up.

"Zhang Yu, could you slow down a bit?" Song Qian felt rather embarrassed and unhappy.

Only then did Zhang Yu notice Song Qian was in high heels, "Oh, sorry."

Zhang Yu slowed her pace, allowing Song Qian to walk more gracefully.

"Why don’t we find a place for a drink when we arrive at the airport?" Zhang Yu didn’t want to miss her flight.

Song Qian rolled her eyes, "What’s there at the airport that’s good coffee?"

"It’s just a plane ticket, I can buy it for you." If Song Qian didn’t know Zhang Yu’s background, she’d really think she was poor.

"Alright." With someone offering to cover the ticket, Zhang Yu had no issue, so she mentioned her intended destination, "You go book a flight for me now."

Thinking it over, "How about I snap a picture of the ticket, and you reimburse me later." Zhang Yu decided not to give Song Qian her ID details.

Pulling out her phone, she quickly booked a new ticket, naturally letting Song Qian pay for it.