Chapter 139: Meaningful Things

The little embarrassment He Yunzhi had felt was shattered by Qi Meili with astonishing ease.

Meili practically wished she could crawl under the bed and live with the two of them. With a lascivious grin, she asked He Yunzhi, “Sis, just tell me—did you enjoy yourself?”

He Yunzhi nodded, her face flushed. “I did.”

Meili’s smile grew even brighter. “Then what are you hesitating for? Hit the highway at night and take the back roads by day. Run on both tracks at once!”

Keep things ordinary when they should be ordinary, and exciting when they should be exciting. That way, nothing gets in the way!

He Yunzhi’s face turned even redder. “Is that really okay?”

Wouldn’t it feel disjointed?

During the day, they still felt like somewhat unfamiliar people, yet the moment the lights went out, they became incredibly intimate...

Meili’s smile grew even more brazen. “Sis, don’t think about bed stuff when you’re out of bed, and only do bed stuff when you’re in bed. Easy.”

Her words were bold and outrageous, yet somehow He Yunzhi understood exactly what she meant.

Sex and everyday life were two different things. Physical intimacy and getting to know each other’s personalities were two different things as well. Each could progress at its own pace, and neither needed to be used as a reference for the other.

Once she understood that, He Yunzhi instantly relaxed. She finally had the energy to worry about the two of them as well.

She glanced at the phone on the table. “You two want to find jobs?”

The two nodded seriously. He Huanhuan propped her chin on her hand, looking troubled. “I feel like our life is a little too aimless. Every day is just eating, drinking, using the bathroom, and sleeping. We don’t do anything else.”

Just think—around this time last year, she had still been making money by attending strangers’ funerals and pretending to mourn.

Back then, she never would have imagined that a year later, having too much money would leave her feeling so aimless that she’d want to find something to do.

It sounded incredibly obnoxious, didn’t it?

But she really was bored. Lately, even playing on her phone had lost its appeal. She couldn’t bring herself to scroll through short videos, couldn’t finish watching Little Shuai and Little Mei’s movie recaps, and had even grown tired of looking at cats and dogs...

She wanted to cultivate a couple of hobbies to pass the time, but deep down, she was still a poor person at heart.

She couldn’t bring herself to spend money on expensive hobbies, and she had no appreciation for high-end sports.

The two of them searched online and found that the suggestions all boiled down to hiking, rock climbing, skydiving, or some other even more expensive sport.

But in their eyes, wasn’t hiking just swinging your legs while walking along the road? What was there to cultivate? Couldn’t you just swing your legs whenever you felt like it?

Rock climbing and skydiving, meanwhile, were too dangerous. They valued their lives.

What if something went wrong and they kicked the bucket? Dying would be a minor concern. What if they were sent back instead? That would be far worse than the sky falling and the earth splitting apart!

The two spent half the day researching at home before finally deciding to find some work.

It would be safe, and they could make a little money.

How practical was that?

After hearing them out, He Yunzhi shook her head. “Given your current circumstances, getting a job would be the most meaningless thing you could do.”

Neither of them had any educational qualifications. If they went out looking for work, the only jobs available to them would be the most basic ones—jobs that consumed their time and physical energy.

People without financial pressure had no need to take on that kind of work. It offered neither enjoyment nor personal growth. It would only waste their time.

She looked at the two of them. “You don’t need to earn money to cover your basic living expenses, so there’s no reason for you to sell your time and physical strength. That’s just consuming your life.”

Qi Meili nodded furiously. “Sis! You’re absolutely right!”

No wonder she’d wanted to die every day while working in a factory to pay Huanhuan’s hospital bills. So that was what it meant to drain away her life!

She’d always said that people shouldn’t work themselves to death. She just couldn’t understand what Liang Ye was thinking. Why did he insist on working that awful job?

At the neighborhood committee office, Liang Ye was brimming with enthusiasm.

“Ma’am, don’t cry. You’re crying so loudly I can’t hear what you’re saying... What happened to your husband? Did he cheat on you? Tell me how he did it...”

“Their families got into a fight? Why? The husband downstairs crawled into the stairwell and barked like a dog, scaring the people upstairs? Why was he barking like a dog? Oh, BDSM? You people really know how to have fun, huh?”

“...”

Liang Ye had to admit that his job at the neighborhood committee—mediating conflicts—was unbelievably interesting!

He Huanhuan rested her chin on her hand. “Then what should we do that would be interesting?”

But He Yunzhi corrected her. “Not interesting. Meaningful.”

She looked seriously at He Huanhuan. “Huanhuan, you have your family as a safety net. You need to make your life—and yourself—meaningful.”

Ever since He Huanhuan had decided to move out, Gu Jingchen had given her a bank card. Every month, he transferred money to her on schedule to ensure that her quality of life while living alone remained comfortable.

Since she had that financial support, she could devote herself to doing something more meaningful.

The two of them looked curious. “Like what?”

They had absolutely no idea what could count as meaningful.

He Yunzhi smiled. “For example, providing ordinary people with good jobs—or, more specifically, providing ordinary women with good jobs.”

Their eyes lit up. “We can do that too?”

Providing jobs for others—didn’t that mean becoming bosses?

Could they really become bosses?

He Yunzhi nodded with a smile. “Of course. As long as you have money and an idea, anyone can become a good boss.”

But starting a business wasn’t something you did by impulsively throwing money at an idea.

First, they had to figure out what they understood, what they were capable of doing, and what they actually wanted to do.

He Huanhuan and Qi Meili exchanged a look. Their lives before this had consisted of dyeing their hair, getting tattoos, waving their hands around to music, and eating spicy hot pot, beef noodles, and rice noodles across the bridge...

He Huanhuan had one additional skill: she knew how to mourn at funerals for money.

...

After summing everything up, the two of them felt too embarrassed to look at He Yunzhi. It seemed they had nothing respectable to offer...

But He Yunzhi listened with great interest. Their lives were completely different from hers.

In fact, it was a kind of life she had never encountered before.

Her eyes lingered on the colorful tattoo peeking out from beneath Qi Meili’s collar, and a hint of curiosity appeared in them. “Do you two really like tattoos?”

The two nodded, then shook their heads.

At first, they had gotten tattoos to look more intimidating and make sure other people wouldn’t bully them.

Later, it was to keep up with trends. Everyone in their circle had tattoos, and not having one meant falling behind.

Eventually, they simply got used to it. After getting enough tattoos, they became no different from eating and drinking.

If they saw a design they liked, they got it tattooed. If something interesting happened, they got that tattooed too...

Over time, they ended up covered in tattoos.

But if someone asked whether they truly loved tattoos, the answer was... not particularly.

After He Huanhuan came to this world, all the tattoos on her body had disappeared, and she had never gotten another one.

No one here would bully her. She no longer ran with the tough-girl crowd and had no need to chase a pointless trend.

For the two of them, tattoos couldn’t really be considered a hobby. They had served more of a practical purpose.

He Yunzhi nodded to show that she understood. “Then let’s think of something else. Do you have any other hobbies, or anything you know a lot about?”

The lives they had led before had been too simple—and too poor.

The only things they knew about were the everyday concerns of poor people: cheap clothes, cheap food, cheap apartments, and cheap cars.

At the mention of cheap cars, He Huanhuan tentatively raised her hand. “I like electric scooters. Does that count?”

He Yunzhi smiled and nodded. “Of course it counts.”

China’s electric-scooter market was enormous, worth several hundred billion yuan.

After all, whose household didn’t have an electric scooter?