Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 680 - 681 The Real Heiress Does Not Return to Her Place 13_1

Chapter 680: Chapter 681 The Real Heiress Does Not Return to Her Place 13_1

Zhang Li didn’t know what had happened after she left, her flight had just landed, and she followed the crowd through customs.

Opting for a short-term one-month rental and wanting to quickly integrate into the local community, Zhang Li felt that settling down in Sham Shui Po was the best option.

Located in the heart of the city, the cost of living was also reasonably affordable.

Soon, with the help of a housing agent, she rented a partitioned room for one month.

Even with ample preparation, when she entered the room, she still inhaled sharply at the sight.

Though it had a separate kitchen and bathroom, the entire space was about ten square meters.

It had to be said, the ability to design a room with a kitchen and bathroom in such a small space was truly impressive.

After paying the rent and deposit, the room belonged to her for the next month.

The agent had just found out that Zhang Li was going to study at Harbor City University, "Will you be looking for a place near Harbor City University afterward?"

"Do you also have a branch near Harbor City University?" In Harbor City, agencies were not chains but privately owned, not very large, but the owners were very familiar with the local area.

"My sister has an agency near Harbor City University." The agent looked at Zhang Li expectantly.

Zhang Li didn’t commit, "I’m not sure; the professor at Harbor City University said they would take us to look at apartments when the time comes."

Upon hearing that Harbor City University would arrange it, the agent uttered an "oh," but still didn’t forget to hand her a business card, "My sister’s card. If you need it, we can cooperate."

Zhang Li took it, sent the agent away, and then quickly took a shower before heading downstairs to buy things like bedsheets and duvet covers.

After getting home, she busily washed everything that needed cleaning, hung them out the window to dry, and then left the house with a small bag.

She had already made up her mind that she couldn’t idle during her month in Harbor City; she needed to find a way to make money.

She had decided on stock trading as her method to make money, the only option currently suitable for her.

Otherwise, she couldn’t really go wash dishes, and even if she was willing to, she doubted that she, a person from the Mainland, would be hired for such a job.

She efficiently opened a new brokerage account and transferred some money from her newly opened Harbor City Bank account into it.

Although investing in long-term stocks was not bad, it was unsuitable for someone like her who didn’t have much money on hand.

After some research, she invested a substantial amount of money into a stock.

What she could enjoy for dinner tonight depended on this stock, whether it be street food or a Michelin Restaurant, it all hinged on this investment.

Before the market closed in the afternoon, the stock Zhang Li had bought rose by three percent, and she sold it off just before the market closed.

"Not bad, I made a thousand." Zhang Li was quite happy with her earnings for the day.

On her way home, she passed by a market, bought a fish, some vegetables, some fruit, and then quickly headed home.

Once home, she swiftly cooked rice, washed the vegetables, and at the same time, she took the now-dry sheets back in.

After preparing the ingredients, Zhang Li began to note down her expenses and income for the day.

"Not counting the rent, my budget balanced out today." As it was her first time in the new place, she had to buy many seasonings and food staples, which meant greater expenses.

After a satisfying meal in the evening, she took a stroll in the neighborhood and saw shops offering end-of-day discounts. She took the opportunity to bring home ingredients for the next day.

As long as it stayed in the fridge for a day, it would still be fresh. The key point was the price, which was truly a bargain.

After another shower when she got home, she read for a while and then fell into a deep sleep, utterly unaware that back in the Mainland, the Wei Family was once again in discord because of her.

Wei Xudong knew Wei Yan was angry and dissatisfied with him, but he really didn’t care, for he knew he was the only son in the family, and his abilities were strong, he wasn’t worried that Wei Yan would give up on him.

What he hadn’t anticipated was that Wei Yan hadn’t given up on him, but had directly cut off his allowance.

If it weren’t for the fact that he remembered a friend’s upcoming birthday, when he went to the mall to pick out a gift, and prepared to give it at the gathering, he truly wouldn’t have known his bank card had been stopped.

We Xudong remembered the look the cashier gave him, which was truly the most embarrassing moment in his 20-something years of existence.

In the end, it was only by taking out a debit card to pay that he managed to resolve the matter.

When Xue Yan got home, he naturally complained unhappily, hoping his mother would plead with Wei Yan on his behalf.

If it was absolutely impossible to persuade Wei Yan to reactivate the supplementary card, he wanted Xue Yan to help him out a bit.

What surprised him was not only did Xue Yan fail to persuade Wei Yan at all, but she also said she was unable to assist him financially.

This stunned Wei Xudong, not understanding why Xue Yan wouldn’t help him.

"Your dad called me, said you talked back to him," Xue Yan explained the situation, while also hoping that Wei Xudong would apologize.

Wei Xudong hadn’t anticipated that not only could Xue Yan not give him any support, she even wanted him to apologize.

This was something he couldn’t accept. "It’s not my fault, it’s all his fault."

"He’s picking on Wei Wei." Wei Xudong’s stubbornness also kicked in; in any case, he absolutely hadn’t done anything wrong, as for an apology, that was even more impossible.

Xue Yan knew that Wei Xudong had been spoiled by them, basically getting whatever he wished for.

"After all, he’s your dad. If you don’t apologize, do you think your dad would be the first to give in?" Xue Yan, who had been married to Wei Yan for so many years, knew his temperament well.

In her married life, it had always been her making concessions, her being the first to yield. She knew if she took a hard stance it was likely to be an outcome she couldn’t bear, which would very possibly see her stepping down.

In the past, she was quite happy to see Wei Xudong not like her, weak and not disdained by Wei Yan.

She hadn’t anticipated that sometimes her son’s stubborn temper also left her feeling helpless.

No matter how much Xue Yan urged, Wei Xudong insisted he wasn’t in the wrong, and when Wei Yan got back home that evening, Wei Xudong saw him but didn’t make a sound to greet him.

Wei Yan glanced at Wei Xudong, his expression turning stern, "Don’t you even know how to greet people."

Wei Xudong returned Wei Yan’s stern look, his body suddenly stiffening.

Years of habit almost made him speak to greet him, but remembering what Wei Yan had done, he felt he couldn’t call him dad.

He just turned around and left, determined to show Wei Yan through his actions that he was unreasonable.

Wei Yan had thought that now that Wei Xudong’s bank card had been frozen, he would at least humble himself a bit.

But he hadn’t expected the kid to really have such a strong personality, refusing to greet if that’s what he said.

It didn’t matter to him, he was also a person with a strong temperament, snorting coldly, "It’s all because of you spoiling him."

Xue Yan felt anger inside – did he not spoil the child himself? But she dared not say this and could only bow her head.

"Oh and tell that kid, since he doesn’t call out, he shouldn’t drive the car either," Wei Yan said.

"Otherwise, I’m really worried he won’t have money for gas."

"Anyway, let him do whatever he wants." Wei Yan returned to the study to continue working on his business affairs.

Xue Yan hadn’t expected such a task would fall to her, feeling that it was a headache, but with no alternative – as the man wouldn’t speak – it was up to her.