Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 913 - 914 Toxic Fatherly Love 46

Chapter 913: Chapter 914 Toxic Fatherly Love 46

Returning to a home long left behind, Zhang Yu found the place filthy and dusty.

Aunt Huang put down the luggage and was about to start cleaning when Zhang Yu stopped her abruptly. "I remember the property management offers cleaning services."

"It costs money," Aunt Huang replied, already familiar with the property’s fees.

"As long as it’s clean, it’ll be fine," Zhang Yu said dismissively. Problems that could be solved with money were hardly problems to her. "Besides, we’re tired."

Zhang Yu picked up the phone and called property management, and they promptly sent someone over.

After briefly explaining the cleaning requirements, she said, "Let’s go out to eat."

"Then we can browse the mall." Although the trend of gifting fruit baskets had passed, a laptop was always useful, and Zhang Yu planned to buy one.

Whether for schoolwork or posting travel blogs online, a laptop was certainly necessary.

Wu Hao arrived downstairs, a familiar spot for him. He sighed, having come here countless times yet never encountering Zhang Yu and her companions.

He genuinely couldn’t understand how they managed to go on a trip with an elderly woman and a child, let alone be away for so long without returning.

He couldn’t even begin to calculate how much money they had spent, but he was certain it was more than enough to cover the summer tutoring fees for his two kids.

Feeling frustrated, Wu Hao walked to Zhang Yu’s door. He had assumed, as always, that it would be locked. To his surprise, this time, the door was wide open.

That discovery instantly made Wu Hao happy. An open door meant Zhang Yu and her family were back.

Suppressing his urge to rush in, he stood at the doorway and asked, "Zhang Yu, are you back from your trip?"

Inside, the cleaning staff were busy tidying up. Since Zhang Yu and the others would return shortly, they’d left the door open to air the place out.

Unexpectedly, someone knocked on the door. A cleaning lady walked to the door and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Seeing the middle-aged woman dressed as a cleaner, Wu Hao was momentarily stunned. "Excuse me, has the family living here returned?"

The cleaner nodded. "Yes, they’re back."

"Can I see them?" Wu Hao asked excitedly.

The cleaner shook her head. "They went out to eat. We’re just here to clean. If you’re looking for them, you’ll need to wait."

Out to eat? And they hired someone to clean while they were gone? Wu Hao felt that Zhang Yu, this girl, had no concept of earning money but spent it at an alarming pace.

Such recklessness with money! When he saw her, he was determined to teach her a lesson. Even if she had rental income, it didn’t justify such wasteful behavior.

"Can I go inside?" Taking advantage of their absence, Wu Hao decided to try and step in.

The cleaner was startled by his actions and immediately blocked him at the door. "I don’t even know who you are. How can you just walk in?"

"I’ve already told you, if you want to wait for them, wait outside." The cleaner firmly shut the door, worried that he might sneak in while they were busy cleaning.

Wu Hao stood there staring at the now-closed door, feeling utterly annoyed.

Zhang Yu wasn’t too picky about computers—so long as it did the job, it was fine. The idea of buying the "perfect" one didn’t exist for her. Knowing how quickly technology advanced, she quickly chose a suitable laptop, and the three of them prepared to go home.

As they stepped out of the elevator, Zhang Yu wondered whether the cleaning had been completed.

Hearing a familiar voice, Wu Hao looked up. "Why are you only coming back now?"

"Didn’t you just go out for lunch?" Wu Hao had assumed they’d gone for a quick meal, thinking he only needed to wait a little. But he’d waited so long that the cleaners had finished their work and left, and Zhang Yu and her family still hadn’t returned.

"I didn’t know you were coming, and I never asked you to wait."

"If you’re tired, or if you don’t want to wait, you’re free to leave." Zhang Yu felt annoyed—coming home only to find someone essentially standing guard at her door was far from pleasant.

Zhang Yu’s attitude left Wu Hao deeply dissatisfied, but he swallowed his frustration. "I heard you did well on your college entrance exams. The whole family is proud of you."

The whole family? Zhang Yu scoffed. "You should focus on how the twins performed."

"My results have nothing to do with you. After all, I’m just a child of the Old Zhang Family."

"The twins did even better. They’ll achieve greater things in the future." Zhang Yu directed Aunt Huang and Li Cuifen to head inside.

Wu Hao really wanted to see how Zhang Yu’s home was set up. Glancing through the doorway, he noticed the décor seemed quite nice, but he had no idea about the interior details.

After waiting for so long, they still didn’t let him in. "Aren’t we going inside?" he asked.

"It’s not appropriate," Zhang Yu responded.

"You’re worried that after seeing the house, I’ll start getting ideas, saying it’s located in an excellent school district and wanting to register the twins’ household here so they can attend the corresponding middle school?"

Zhang Yu knew that once Wu Hao learned where they lived, he’d be tempted. The school district was simply too ideal.

"Of course not," Wu Hao replied awkwardly, though his inner thoughts betrayed otherwise. Now was not the time to admit it.

"You know perfectly well." Zhang Yu didn’t feel like beating around the bush. After days of travel, she was utterly exhausted and just wanted to rest.

"Get to the point. Why are you here?" Zhang Yu was blunt.

"I heard you’re majoring in philosophy?" Wu Hao had guessed at many of the majors Zhang Yu might choose, but never this one.

"Yes." Zhang Yu found the field quite appealing. "I never planned on getting a job."

"A nine-to-five job doesn’t suit me. I’m just going to college for the diploma," she added, cutting him off before he could object.

"How can you not plan on working?" What? She wasn’t even considering employment? Wu Hao grew frantic. If Zhang Yu didn’t work, what about Wu Jian?

"How do you plan to earn money without a job?" Wu Hao pressed her.

"Rental income, of course. Grandma has no objections."

"And if jobs are so great, how many properties do you own? If you’re doing so well, why are you scheming against me?"

"I’m a woman. Why should I have to work so hard?" Watching Wu Hao’s anxious expression brought Zhang Yu a certain joy. "As long as I’m happy, that’s enough."

"My life is none of your business. You didn’t care before, so don’t start now. It has nothing to do with you." Zhang Yu’s voice was icy.

"You shouldn’t presume to control my life. Whatever the future holds, I’ll face it myself."

"If you want to plan for your children and grandchildren, that’s perfectly normal. But don’t drag me into your calculations."

"You and I are the same—we’re both selfish people who live solely for ourselves."

"I’ll never be like my mother, grieving endlessly over a scumbag."

"Wu Hao, don’t you think I’m right? How else could you have outlived my mother and had a better life than her? Bad people really do live longer."

Zhang Yu stared directly at Wu Hao, whose face darkened as he avoided her gaze.

Smiling faintly, Zhang Yu continued, "Wu Hao, have you ever thought that if your daughter, who didn’t even grow up with you, can treat you this coldly..."

"...then what about the twins who are growing up with you?"

"Will they be as indifferent as you? Or even colder?"

"You can’t afford to support their hobbies like before, can you?"

"You’ll have to choose—sacrifice one to fully support the other. How do you think the one you neglect will feel?"

"And the one you pour everything into—will they really appreciate your efforts?"

"If you ask anything of them, won’t they resent and blame you endlessly?"

"Do you think they’ll genuinely care for you in the future?"

"If you have money in hand, things might be fine. But how much money do you have now?"

"Enough to see both of them through college and handle their life milestones—how much will you have left?"