After running into Zhou Kai and Zhao Xuan at the supermarket, Zhang Yu actually felt quite anxious, worried that these two would keep their eyes on her.
The fact that these two, who always care about appearances, could disregard their image like this indicates their financial situation is already pretty bad.
A couple with poor financial conditions could really be tempted to do anything for money.
Even though her family is currently experiencing various successes in business, everyone knows the Old Zhang Family is now quite wealthy.
The only thing Zhang Yu is grateful for is that the supermarket where they t is quite a distance from ho, a place she hardly ever visits.
Despite this, Zhang Yu remained cautious for a long while, always attentive when going out, worried soone might follow her.
Luckily, the sumr vacation is right around the corner, which lets Zhang Yu breathe a sigh of relief. She’s already planned to pack her bags and stay ho once break starts.
Indeed, university friends who are close with Zhang Yu all know she writes novels online, earning quite a bit; they all think she’s constantly shopping or traveling the world.
But the reality is Zhang Yu remains the sa as before; there’s no shopping spree, and traveling around is even less frequent. If there’s a slightly longer break, she just packs up and goes ho.
Although classmates are aware Zhang Yu’s family has a nice countryside lodging business, in everyone’s mind, no matter how beautiful the setting, watching it endlessly could beco boring.
Privately, many classmates speculate: so say she doesn’t earn much from writing novels, so call her a miser worried about having to buy gifts if she travels, and others claim she earns money but doesn’t spend it, possibly using it to pay off gambling debts.
When Zhang Yu heard this last speculation, she was utterly stunned, unable to understand why they would think that.
After asking her roommate, Zhang Yu learned the reason: a classmate saw her in Macau while traveling there with family.
Zhang Yu was speechless; is this really the reason for such rumors? She didn’t bother explaining, thinking that people’s beliefs are set; no matter how she clarifies, no one will believe her.
Overall, university life over these four years was genuinely joyful for Zhang Yu as she looked at the class group chat’s dinner notification.
Alright, no more overthinking. She tidied herself up to attend tonight’s gathering, knowing there are fewer chances for university reunions in the future.
Although many classmates stayed to work locally, in the humanities field, the famous school reputation and the fact that university graduates are still sowhat valuable helped them find pretty good jobs.
So, like Zhang Yu, continued into graduate studies—so switching majors, so staying at the sa school in the sa program, though fewer continued in literature.
Once she’s ready, Zhang Yu drives to pick up her roommates, who know Zhang Yu bought a car yet had never seen it.
"Wow, it’s an Audi." The roommates exclaid.
After sharing a dorm for years, everyone knows Zhang Yu’s character, truly a low-key person, likely from a good family, with doting parents.
Her regular als and lifestyle don’t differ from everyone else’s, yet the dorm mates understand she’s quite ticulous about skincare.
The clothes she wears may not be branded, but in terms of material and quality, they’re truly excellent. And importantly, they fit her perfectly.
Curious about how Zhang Yu wears clothes so well, they asked and learned she gets them custom-made by a tailor.
At the ti, they didn’t think much, believing custom tailoring was just a way to get stylish clothes at lower costs.
After graduation and more life experiences, they realized this wasn’t a money-saving trick but a personalized custom, likely more expensive than store-bought clothes if quality materials are used.
Back then, running to Zhang Yu’s hotown just for a tailored outfit seed troubleso, but later they understood getting asurents isn’t the end; visits are needed for adjustnts, proving it’s quite the effort for a single garnt.
Zhang Yu doesn’t keep much contact with everyone now; if she knew their thoughts back then, she’d definitely say they were overthinking—the work fee wasn’t much, thanks to her aunt and Feng Liya’s partnership at the shop.
As a family-run shop, Zhang Yu had to support it, and more importantly, act as a mini model, which brought quite so business to her family.
The roommates’ attention stayed on Zhang Yu’s Audi, "This car must be around 400,000," one roommate exclaid, as her boyfriend recently graduated with a master’s degree and has just started working at a foreign company; his parents are considering buying a car as a gift for him, so the couple often visits car dealerships lately.
"My parents gave it as a graduation and graduate school admission gift," Zhang Yu was surprised when she first saw the car.
"Isn’t that nice?" The roommates were slightly envious, but not overly so, as their families’ conditions aren’t bad either.
"Not really, if I had a car priced around 100,000, even if it got hit by soone, I’d feel sad for a mont and then move on."
"But if this car were scraped or bumped, I’d be heartbroken for a long ti." After all, repainting and repair costs are truly expensive.
"Moreover, with a higher class car, I shouldn’t be filling it with 90 or 92-grade fuel—definitely 95-grade fuel—which really adds to the cost."
If she could choose, cars around 100,000 would suffice.
Listening to Zhang Yu’s words, they paused briefly, then burst into laughter, "Co on, you rich lady, calculating costs like this."
"Of course, every car maintenance cost cos from my pocket."
"I asked my parents why they gifted this car, and they replied that my brother suggested if the car were cheap, I wouldn’t care and drive recklessly."
"With an expensive car, I’d beco mindful and drive particularly cautiously," Zhang Yu sighed again helplessly.
"Seriously, how should I discuss this with my parents? Who would want to have an accident, get their car hit or scraped?"
Seeing Zhang Yu’s distressed expression, the roommates all laughed heartily, lacking any sympathy.
The relaxed atmosphere in the car relieved Zhang Yu; oh, it really was tough on her.
As for the classmates’ reactions later, Zhang Yu decided to let it be—they can spread whatever they want; after all, future encounters would be rare.
Regarding their incessant gossip behind her back, Zhang Yu simply chose to ignore it.
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