Chapter 65: Perhaps You Know He Huanhuan

There was only one room, and Liang Ye naturally gave it to He Huanhuan.

When money wasn't involved, the guy could still be a gentleman.

He gave He Huanhuan a concerned look. "The room's yours. I haven't seen you in a few days, and you look worn out..."

He Huanhuan held out her hand to him. "Then give me some cash to spend."

The guy tilted his head up at a forty-five degree angle and gazed at the sky. "Wow, the moon is so round tonight! Aiya~ I really need to go admire the moon~"

He Huanhuan smirked slyly. She knew he'd do exactly that.

She glanced at Han Mo. "How are you sleeping tonight?"

Han Mo pointed at the sofa. "He bought a sofa bed. He and I will just crash on that."

"Alright."

He Huanhuan turned and went back into the room, lying down on the bed. She almost let out a moan of comfort.

Liang Ye might be cheap, but he didn't treat himself badly.

The mattress was soft and springy — clearly not a cheap buy.

Liang Ye said it was a gift from his brother. If he'd had to buy it himself, he definitely wouldn't have splurged.

Lying on that incredibly comfortable bed, she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

In her dream, she was back in the real world, right after she'd been cracked over the head with a beer bottle.

She'd passed out on the spot and never woken up again.

The person who hit her came from a poor family and only paid her family a little over twenty thousand yuan in compensation.

Her dad took the money and went off to drink and party, not giving a damn about her.

In the dream, Qi Meili was crouched by her bedside with a bruised eye, crying:

"Sister Huan, I couldn't beat up your dad. He took all the money, wuwuwu... But don't worry, I'll earn money to treat you..."

Then Qi Meili went off to work, taking double shifts at a factory, night after night.

She was the laziest person when it came to work, yet she stuck with it without missing a single day.

When her first month's paycheck came in, Qi Meili threw herself over He Huanhuan and wailed: "Sister Huan! Work is so exhausting! How about we just die together, wuwuwu..."

He Huanhuan's eyes turned red despite herself. "Just leave me alone, wuwuwu..."

A painful sob jolted her awake. He Huanhuan sat up, sniffling, and realized it was only a dream.

It was too real. How could a dream be that real?

She could even remember the feeling of Qi Meili's tears landing on her hand — cool, and heartbreaking.

She sat on the bed, staring at the moon outside the window, and couldn't stop feeling a wave of sadness.

If that dream was real, how much pain would Qi Meili be in?

"God, please don't do that to Qi Meili. I beg you."

Qi Meili was the last person who could endure hardship. Back when they used to go out and hit the streets, after just two hours of walking, Qi Meili would already be complaining that her feet hurt.

Qi Meili's parents divorced when she was in elementary school, and later each remarried and had their own kids.

They occasionally gave Qi Meili a little money, but she didn't have parents anymore.

They had become other people's parents.

So Qi Meili dropped out of middle school and started drifting through the streets. She hated working more than anything.

She'd said it herself: as long as she wasn't literally starving to death, she would never get a job.

And yet, for her, she went and took double shifts at a factory.

Double shifts meant twelve hours straight...

Thinking about it, He Huanhuan wanted to cry again.

Anyway, her parents didn't want her, and she had no attachments left in that world.

Better to be sent into the world of this book, so the two of them could stay together forever.

Right!

Give Qi Meili to her!

He Huanhuan sat up and desperately kowtowed at the moon. "Send Qi Meili to me! I'll take good care of her!"

In the living room, Liang Ye was hugging Han Mo and snoring like crazy, pounding his head with noise.

Half-asleep, Han Mo heard a faint, muffled crying coming from the room.

He got up, walked to the door, and wanted to knock to ask if something was wrong.

But he hesitated, pulled his hand back, and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water instead.

He set it on the cabinet by the door and went back to sleep.

He Huanhuan had a good long cry, then got up to wash her face.

When she opened the door and saw the glass of water on the cabinet, she froze for a moment before looking over at the sofa.

On the sofa, Liang Ye was sprawled over Han Mo like an octopus, snoring away, while Han Mo's brows were tightly furrowed — clearly not sleeping well.

She dried her tears, drank the water in one go, and turned back into the room to sleep.

The next morning, Liang Ye got up early and shoved Han Mo awake. "How can you be so lazy? Look at the time, and you're still not up!"

Han Mo sat up with dark circles under his eyes, his head throbbing. Liang Ye's sleeping habits were truly terrible!

Breakfast was made from discounted eggs Liang Ye had bought before, and discounted toast frozen in the fridge.

The toast was heated up in the air fryer, and each of them got two fried eggs.

Total cost for the two of them: five yuan.

Yes, Liang Ye even charged for breakfast, but he didn't dare overcharge — he only asked for what he'd paid.

After breakfast, they again hitched a ride on Liang Ye's electric scooter to the village.

They dropped Liang Ye off at the village committee office, then planned to take his scooter to the sales office.

Liang Ye endured it as long as he could, then finally blurted out: "You two aren't going to steal my baby, are you?"

Han Mo sighed helplessly. "Do you really think I would?"

It wasn't like Liang Ye didn't know them. They were just temporarily down on their luck, not actually broke.

Liang Ye lowered his head guiltily. "Your dad's collapsed and in the hospital, and your family's company is completely in your brother's hands now. Who knows if you still have any money..."

"Relax, I still have plenty of money. I won't steal your scooter."

The two promised to return it before noon, and only then did Liang Ye reluctantly agree to lend it to them.

Worried about his scooter, he was distracted all morning at work.

He waited until lunch break, but the scooter still hadn't come back.

He was so anxious he couldn't even eat. He borrowed an electric scooter from a coworker and set off to find them. That was his precious ride! Brand new!

The shortest route to the sales office was a quiet little road with barely any people, so Liang Ye boldly sped up quite a bit.

He was sure there hadn't been anyone ahead, but in the blink of an eye, an electric scooter suddenly appeared right in front of him!

He had no time to brake and slammed straight into it!

"BANG!"

He felt the world spin, then a blinding flash of red.

Oh no! His eyes must be bleeding!

"Hey! You dead or not?"

A highly impatient voice sounded in his ear. He looked over, dazed.

Oh!

Turns out that blinding red was just the person's red hair!

His eyes were fine!

Hahaha...

He scrambled to his feet, overjoyed, and looked at the person.

She was a young girl, around twenty years old, with a shockingly bright red dye job.

She was chewing gum, had a vivid blue Doraemon tattooed on her right arm, and a bright yellow SpongeBob on her left.

She looked completely shady at first glance.

He instinctively shuffled a couple of steps toward his scooter, and the girl immediately glared at him viciously. "What? Hit someone and now you're trying to run?"

He quickly waved his hands. "No, no, it's not that..."

"SMACK!"

Without even letting him explain, the girl slapped him right across the face. "You son of a bitch! You hit me and try to run?! I'll beat you to death!"

Slaps and curses rained down on his head, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

But deep down, a strange flicker of familiarity stirred in him. "Um... do you know He Huanhuan?"

The beating and scolding abruptly stopped as the red-haired girl fixed him with a fierce glare. "How do you know my Sister Huan? Who the hell are you?"