Young Noblemen East of the Golden Market, Silver Saddles and White Horses Riding the Spring Breeze Chapter 115: Moving House

Fang Yu leaned forward to take a look. It was a small townhouse, marked as 200 square meters—clearly not very large, but from the photos, the furniture all looked quite new.

“Alright, how many of these townhouses are available? Can we move in immediately?”

“Hmm, yes! The owner has gone abroad. We have all the keys, but there are no bedding inside.”

“Oh, that’s no problem. I want it now. Take me to see the place.” He nodded decisively.

Fang Yu was quite well-known on this food street, and the agent, knowing he had a car, happily followed him out. The young girl was still sound asleep, unaware even when the agent got into the car.

This time, the neighborhood was a bit farther than before, about a ten-minute drive. Fang Yu drove into a newly developed complex. The environment was decent—though somewhat imitative, it was at least noticeably cleaner.

“We’ve arrived. Wake up,” Fang Yu gently tapped Xia Churan on the shoulder.

“Mmm, are we at school?” The girl yawned, about to get up and act spoiled, but then caught sight of the agent’s head peeking in, startling her.

“Wow, Fang Yu, where is this?”

“I’m renting a new place. Didn’t the old one’s lease just expire?”

The agent smiled warmly at the two and quickly bowed slightly.

“Mr. Fang, come inside and see if you’re satisfied.” With that, he pulled out the key and opened one of the townhouses.

“Damn, they actually call this a townhouse?” Fang Yu frowned. The ground floor was the kitchen and living room, two bedrooms on the second floor, and the master bedroom on the third.

Fortunately, the house was indeed quite new. He looked at the agent.

“Alright, how much? I’ll take it.”

The agent, grinning from ear to ear, gestured elaborately.

“This house is 4,500 yuan a month. Mr. Fang, how long will you rent?”

“The usual—I'll take two units and rent for six months, then we’ll see. Any discount?”

Two units for half a year came to 54,000 yuan. The agent’s smile practically cracked his face open as he hurriedly nodded and bowed.

“Yes, yes, yes. For six months, we can settle at 50,000 yuan. Let’s head back to the office and sign the contract.”

He glanced at the girl, whose cheeks still bore tear marks, then patted her head.

“Churan, go freshen up—you’ve got some dirt on your face. I’ll go get things from the old place and come pick you up later, okay?”

Xia Churan obediently nodded. This gentle demeanor was quite at odds with her reputation as the beloved beauty of the Foreign Languages Department.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you.”

Fang Yu and the agent drove back to the office, signed the contract, and swiped the card. Only then did he leisurely head to the internet café, where Cheng Chen’s Santana was parked outside.

“Tomorrow, get someone to clean it up. It’s been closed all winter break, so the dust will be thick.”

Zhao Bin nodded. The two called the others and returned to the old rented house to pack clothes and bedding, loading everything into the car. By the time they returned to the townhouse, Zhao Bin’s face finally lit up with a smile.

“Yeah, this place is alright, pretty much like what I saw online.”

“Alright, Lu Zhen, you and Zhao Bin take one unit with three bedrooms—no need to squeeze with Yan Hua. Cheng Chen and I will stay in the other.”

Yan Hua was pleased too. Earlier, Lu Zhen had warned him about cramming many people into a rural courtyard, but now it was clear things had changed drastically.

Zhao Bin took the key and led the two toward the neighboring townhouse, while Fang Yu opened the door and carried his luggage inside one by one.

“Churan, I’m back. Are you done yet?” he called upstairs but heard no reply.

Cheng Chen conscientiously moved to the second floor, and Fang Yu, panting, hauled his luggage up to the third floor.

The entire third floor was made into a bedroom, presumably with a bathroom and walk-in closet. He tossed the bedding onto the bed and heard the sound of running water from the shower.

“Damn, women really take their time in the shower,” he muttered grumblingly as he made the bed and turned on the air conditioner. After driving all day, he was utterly exhausted; no sooner had he closed his eyes than he drifted off into a foggy sleep.

“Ugh, who the hell just kissed me?” Fang Yu wiped his face, a faint sweet taste lingering on his lips. Opening his eyes, he saw the girl already dressed, her hair still damp, carrying the scent of shampoo.

“You little brat, sneaking a kiss from a man,” he said, displeased, wiping his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Xia Churan didn’t argue back this time. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gently kissed his cheek.

“There, thank you, Fang Yu.”

His heart softened once again. He patted her head and gestured for her to sit.

“Churan, tell me, how does this happen at home?”

Her eyes reddened instantly, her voice dropping low.

“It’s always been like this, but in previous years my mom didn’t pressure me to earn money. This year, after you sent me home, my mom kept telling me to earn more from you to support my little brother. When I argued back, she and the housekeeper beat me.”

His temper flared immediately.

“Didn’t you fight back?”

“She’s my mom. No matter what, after my dad divorced her, she still raised me.”

Seeing her so wronged, he couldn’t bear to scold her further and comforted her instead.

“Alright, alright. It’s over now. After you graduate, I don’t think you’ll need to go back. Are you going to slave away for your brother?”

The girl smiled brightly, tightening her arms around his neck.

“Hehe, then marry me. I’ll make the bed, do the laundry, cook—you’ll see how good I am.”

Fang Yu laughed. This girl thought far ahead, but unfortunately, his heart still belonged to his first love. He couldn’t make any real progress with the girl before him.

“You’re overthinking. When you graduate, I’ll arrange a job for you. You’ll work in Songyu, and I guarantee you’ll earn over ten thousand a month.”

Xia Churan was surprised.

“Really? Over ten thousand? Fang Yu, you’re not joking, right? And why Songyu?”

“You’ll understand eventually. Come on, hurry and dry your hair so you don’t catch a cold. By the way, has Li Jing arrived?”

“Yes, she knows Cheng Chen is here, so she’ll be coming today too.”

Fang Yu nodded and urged the girl to finish drying her hair quickly. But Xia Churan clung to him stubbornly, lingering for another twenty minutes before reluctantly going to the bathroom.

“Damn, a gentle place is a hero’s tomb,” he muttered, sniffing his clothes, which were heavy with the girl’s sweet fragrance.

Ten minutes later, the girl emerged from the bathroom, radiant and smiling. She wrapped her arms around him again.

“Hehe, who exactly are you? You say you’re sociable, but you hardly go to school. Then again, you say you’re not sociable, but you have so many friends. And somehow, you just happen to own an internet café and a milk tea shop right next to school, and you’re inexplicably so wealthy—much more mature than people your age.”

Fang Yu chuckled, ruffling her hair.

“Silly girl, wealth comes from skill, not labor; profit lies in strategy, not hard plowing. Never heard that before?”

These words left Xia Churan utterly confused.

“What are you talking about? Always saying things no one understands.”