Chapter 55: Going to Buy You Clothes

Standing by the broken window, Wang Qiang really wanted to say, why not let him go home; his rented place was much better than this.

It was only a two-hour walk, wasn't it? He could manage it!

Just treat it as exercise.

"Are you going in? What are you spacing out for? Aren't you tired?"

He Huanhuan pushed the window open with one hand and vaulted in nimbly.

Then she handed a plastic basin to Han Mo: "Get some water, I'm going to wipe the floor for Xiaoqiang."

Wang Qiang stared at the floor He Huanhuan was referring to in disbelief: "When you say Xiaoqiang, you don't mean me, do you?"

And the floor she mentioned—surely not that cement floor?

He Huanhuan nodded, her eyes sparkling: "That's right! Tonight, you'll sleep in the same room as us! How about it?"

No way.

Wang Qiang wanted to go home. Even though his rental was small, he had a one-and-a-half-meter bed all to himself.

He didn't want to sleep on cement.

No way.

Han Mo also wanted Wang Qiang to go home. He didn't like others intruding on his life.

He and He Huanhuan were fine on their own, and he didn't want to be disturbed.

But Wang Qiang had lent them money, as well as his electric scooter and food delivery account.

He couldn't bring himself to tell him to go home.

He should have said it—if he'd just said the word, Wang Qiang would have gone home without a second thought.

Two hours for a comfortable night's sleep—it was worth it!

But he didn't speak, and Wang Qiang didn't speak either.

And so things went according to He Huanhuan's plan.

She cheerfully wiped the floor clean, then showed it off to Wang Qiang: "Ta-da! Clean, right?"

Wang Qiang forced a grim smile and nodded: "Looks clean... heh heh..."

He Huanhuan enthusiastically invited him: "Then go wash up under the faucet. Once you're clean, get some sleep! We've got money to make tomorrow!"

Though the old house was dilapidated, the water and electricity were still connected.

They found a power strip and ran an extension cord outside to charge the scooter.

Early the next morning, they could start delivering food.

That afternoon, she'd asked a seasoned delivery driver, and he said if you worked hard, making two hundred yuan a day was no sweat!

Her goal was to earn two hundred yuan with Han Mo tomorrow!

That would be enough to repay Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang looked at the faucet and swallowed: "Taking a bath here?"

Han Mo nodded seriously: "It's not cold out. Just wipe down with some water."

With that, he took off his shirt, soaked it, and began wiping himself down.

Wang Qiang was stunned by how effortlessly he did it: "How many days have you been staying here?"

How could anyone live like this?

He had a vivid impression of Han Mo. Back at the 4S shop, Han Mo had exuded a unique aura from the moment he appeared.

Maybe it was because his clothes fit so perfectly, or because the black card he pulled out was so flashy.

Either way, the moment he stood there, he seemed on a whole different level from everyone around him.

He radiated the air of a rich man.

But now, that man with the CEO vibe was washing himself with tap water using his own shirt.

It was absurd.

"We just got here yesterday."

Yesterday?

Wang Qiang immediately pulled out his phone. He remembered scrolling past a video earlier that day?

He hadn't paid attention then and had swiped right past it.

He searched the keywords: Jiangcheng, rich second generation, disappearance.

Sure enough, he found the video. A horrific car crash had occurred last night in the outskirts of Jiangcheng. A BYD car had been hit by an unknown vehicle, sent flying, and burned to a frame...

Because the accident site was remote and surveillance was incomplete, the Han Group's general manager and the Gu heiress had vanished from the scene...

Wang Qiang's eyes widened as he read the caption, and he swallowed again.

At the end of the video, it clearly stated: "Anyone with information about these two is urged to come forward. Upon verification, the Gu family will immediately offer a reward of 200,000 yuan."

His voice trembled: "That's not you two, is it?"

He knew Han Mo was someone special, but he never imagined He Huanhuan was the Gu heiress!

Good heavens!

His own company was a real estate subsidiary of the Gu Group!

Han Mo glanced at the phone screen and frowned: "Are you going to claim that 200,000?"

Wang Qiang shook his head frantically: "I won't say a thing! You two must have a reason for staying hidden. We're friends, I won't betray you!"

To prove his loyalty, he immediately stripped off his shirt and followed suit, wiping himself with water: "See? I really won't tell anyone."

Han Mo frowned. What did one thing have to do with the other?

It did. The kid was showing his allegiance!

He could wash with tap water and sleep on cement.

He wasn't tempted by that 200,000...

Really!

He wouldn't blab.

Han Mo nodded: "Once this is all over, I'll give you that money myself."

He wouldn't let him go unrewarded.

Wang Qiang struggled to suppress a grin: "Well... I really don't need the money. You don't have to give it..."

"Then I won't!" He Huanhuan leaned by the window. "We're friends—money is so tacky! Since you said no, then no!"

"Ah?"

Overdid it!

Wang Qiang frowned: "You really won't? Actually, I could use some money..."

"Hahahaha..." He Huanhuan burst out laughing. "Don't worry, he'll give it to you!"

"Han Mo is the most generous person!"

Han Mo's lips curled slightly involuntarily: "She says I'll give it, so I'll give it."

Wang Qiang furrowed his brow. Something about the vibe felt off.

It was getting late, so the three of them washed up quickly and got ready to sleep.

Wang Qiang never expected that the biggest hardship wouldn't be sleeping on cement, but climbing back in through the window!

He'd just watched He Huanhuan vault over with one hand, so light and easy.

How come when it was his turn, it was so hard?

He planted both hands on the windowsill, his legs flailing in the air, but he couldn't get himself up no matter how he tried.

He Huanhuan coached from the side: "Don't use both hands, just one. Then lift your body and spring up... That's it... Push! Spring!"

Wang Qiang pushed up with one hand and hopped in place...

He Huanhuan: "Why didn't you spring?"

Wang Qiang looked innocent: "I did spring, just not very obviously..."

Han Mo stepped in to teach him: "You're heavy. First, get your butt onto the windowsill, then wiggle over."

Wang Qiang was puzzled: "But how do I get my butt up there?"

Han Mo: ......

In the end, Han Mo had to grab him under the armpits and lift him up, and only then did Wang Qiang manage to get over.

Han Mo looked at his hands and sighed helplessly.

He hadn't even carried He Huanhuan like that.

Lying on the bed, He Huanhuan was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open.

She squinted, leaning against Han Mo: "Sleep now. When we wake up tomorrow, we'll make money. I'll buy you a new shirt—yours is so wrinkled it's unwatchable..."

Even half-asleep, she was still thinking about buying him new clothes.

Han Mo's eyes instantly softened. He reached out, stroked her eyes, then her face, soothing her like a child.

"Okay, we'll buy it tomorrow."

From the floor, Wang Qiang quietly raised his hand: "I actually have a few spare shirts. You can wear mine..."

"Shut up."

"Okay..."