Chapter 87: Luxury Seven-Day Tour for Two

Intense resentment and bitterness crashed wildly in her chest, surging so fiercely that she could no longer hold it in and screamed out loud: "Yes! I slept with him! As long as he's willing to spend money to help me, I can sleep with him! What about it?"

These words had been bottled up inside her for a long time. Ever since she was little, she had loved the feeling of standing under the spotlight.

All eyes on her, stars shining bright—that feeling drove her crazy with obsession.

But her parents wouldn't allow it. They said the entertainment industry was too chaotic. A family like theirs had no need to send their child into that mess.

If the industry was chaotic, then they should have shielded her from it!

Why did they have to so arbitrarily crush her dream?

She sobbed until she fell apart: "Why do you have to come question me? Why do you have to force me to admit these things?"

Gu Jingchen looked at her crumbling, unable to speak for a long time.

"If you want to walk the path of piano, the family will support you."

When she was little and learning piano, the family had always hired prestigious teachers for her—just the lesson fees alone had cost several million.

She was the youngest child in the family, and the only girl. How could her parents not love her?

"That's not what I want! What use are those things!"

Gu Chacha had completely thrown caution to the wind: "I want to be a pianist! I want to hold concert after concert! Can you guys pay for that?"

Gu Jingchen stayed silent. Of course they couldn't.

Not to mention their parents wouldn't agree—he wouldn't agree either.

If she just wanted to hold one concert for fun, he would arrange it without a second word.

But pouring money into pushing her to become a pianist—that wasn't a matter of ten or twenty million.

Chacha had no real talent for piano. To push her forward, they'd first have to buy awards. Prestigious ones, and not-so-prestigious ones—all of them had to be bought.

And the concerts she wanted, the world tour?

That wasn't something that could be settled with a few tens of millions.

If Chacha had talent, throwing money at it would be one thing. But her talent was truly mediocre—what difference would that money make compared to tossing it into the water?

He looked helplessly at the tear-streaked Gu Chacha: "Do you really have to walk this path that doesn't suit you?"

Gu Chacha's eyes were red: "How do I know it doesn't suit me without trying? I'm not asking you all to pay for it—I found my own way! Even if it doesn't suit me, it's not your money being wasted! It's none of your business!"

"Stop the car!"

She ordered Gu Jingchen furiously. She was done pretending to be the obedient, well-behaved little sister!

She had plenty of grievances. She was very unhappy. She didn't want to give them a good face anymore!

The car pulled over to the side of the road, and she pushed open the door without hesitation and walked away.

"Chacha."

Gu Jingchen's voice was full of helplessness: "Have you ever thought about whether your beauty and your body are really worth that much money to Mr. Chen?"

Beauty might be a scarce resource, but the world has never been short of top-tier beauties.

The entertainment industry is full of beauties. Compared to them, Gu Chacha was nothing special.

Could her beauty and her body really buy her a worldwide concert tour?

Had she ever stopped to think about what Chen Jiarong was really after? Could she even afford to pay it?

Gu Chacha froze for a moment, her palms clenching unconsciously. She knew Gu Jingchen was right.

Chen Jiarong was willing to push her now because she was useful—she could help him launder money.

But once his business in the country took off, and he no longer needed her for that?

What would her trump card be then?

The Gu family.

A hidden madness ignited in her eyes. Yes, Chen Jiarong had said it right—the Gu family could only have one daughter.

And that one daughter was her.

Only if He Huanhuan were gone could Mom and Dad pour more love onto her.

Only then could she hold more leverage over him and never be abandoned.

“What I do is none of your business.”

With those words, she turned and walked away without a trace of hesitation.

The seed of sin grew wildly in the depths of her heart, and this time, she didn’t push it down—she let it slowly consume her, piece by piece.

Two days later.

He Huanhuan and Qi Meili rode their e-bike out early in the morning.

The one million that Old Mr. Gu had promised as compensation had hit her card yesterday, and she was now a little rich girl with one and a half million in her pocket.

They could hardly contain their excitement. Before dawn, they had already set off for the city to look at houses and scope out the second-hand real estate market in Jiangcheng.

Yeah, they kept their feet on the ground—they were only planning to buy a used apartment.

Shabby property management? Fine. A less-than-great neighborhood? Also fine. The key things were size, space, and natural light throughout.

All their lives, the two of them had never lived in a decent house, so this first home of theirs had to be big, bright, and comfortable to live in.

All morning, they followed an agent and saw ten apartments, but not one of them satisfied them.

Three-bedroom places under one and a half million either had bad layouts or interiors so outdated they couldn’t move in right away.

After looking around, they finally found one that ticked all the boxes.

Great layout, newly renovated, a lively neighborhood, and right outside the door were spots for spicy malatang and beef noodles.

But that place cost two and a half million, and the owner had dug in his heels on the price.

They were short by a whole million!

The agent gave a gentle suggestion: “You could go with a mortgage—one million over thirty years would be just over eight grand a month.”

The two of them shrieked: “How much?!”

The agent jumped with a start: “Eight... grand—”

You two already have cash in hand of one and a half million. Is eight grand a month really that much?

Of course, it was. That one and a half million came to them free of charge; who knew if there would ever be another windfall like this one?

He Huanhuan always felt that she wasn’t the true heiress, so she didn’t feel comfortable asking her family for money.

If they gave, she’d take it.

If they didn’t, she wouldn’t ask.

What if Old Mr. Gu gave that million once and then forgot?

Eight grand a month—where were the two of them supposed to earn that kind of dough?

Forget it, forget it. They’d save this money for now, and worry about it when they got to two and a half million.

After checking a few more places, they wandered down the street. He Huanhuan sighed: “That jerk Han Mo! He used to be so generous, wiring me a hundred grand every other day. Why hasn’t he sent a single payment these last few days?”

Seriously, once your expectations are raised to a certain level, you just can’t lower them without a serious letdown!

What she didn’t know was that Han Mo had been slammed lately.

The company was in total chaos, with every single thing waiting on him.

And he had to squeeze in time to keep tabs on Han Xuan’s legal case, making sure he had no chance of getting out.

Forget wiring her money—he and Chen Yu barely had time to eat.

Qi Meili patted her on the shoulder: “It’s fine, we’re in no rush. We’ll take our time, and one day we’ll find the best home.”

He Huanhuan nodded: “Mhm mhm!”

If worse came to worst, they could compromise and just buy a smaller one.

The only downside was that they wouldn’t have an extra room for practicing their hand-twirling dance moves. Sigh!

“Ladies! Would you like to try a raffle? We’ve just opened a new beauty shop, and the winning chance is super high! The grand prize is a luxurious 7-day trip for two to Sawo Country!”

A girl’s crisp voice suddenly stopped them in their tracks. They looked up and saw that a new beauty salon had opened on the street. The cute store assistant smiled brightly as she held up a prize-drawing box, looking at them expectantly.

He Huanhuan waved her hand and refused: "I don't have money, and I don't need beauty treatments."

She knew all the tricks of these beauty salons. A new store opening would invite you to draw a prize, and the grand prizes were always so tempting.

Things like a few days' trip to Southeast Asia, dozens of grams of gold, or a brand-new electric scooter to ride away for free.

It would make your heart itch with desire. You'd step up and draw—and bam! A coupon for nine thousand off three thousand!

Dear customer! Come and top up your account now!