TVSFPAG -Chapter 12 Let’s Replace That Broken Electric Scooter First

It took Chu Jinhan quite a while to reply. When he finally did, it was just three words: “Buy milk tea.”

Song Yunfei became even more confused, but after thinking about it, she figured it was probably to celebrate her starting work—telling her to treat herself to some milk tea.

Looking at the fifty yuan, she couldn’t help but laugh.

Who would’ve thought that the domineering CEOs in novels, casually transferring millions, would now only be able to send fifty yuan?

But when she thought about the culprit behind all this, her grin slowly faded.

She had just gotten up to continue working when her phone rang again.

She took it out and saw the caller ID: Mom.

After a moment’s hesitation, she answered.

“Hello, Mom.”

From the other end came a weathered woman’s voice, “Feifei, is work going smoothly?”

Song Yunfei glanced at the flyers in her hand and smiled. “It’s going well, just very busy. Mom, how’s everything at home?”

The original host had been afraid of exposing herself, so she hadn’t contacted home for half a year.

There had been a few calls from home, but she had simply hung up on them.

“Your dad hasn’t been feeling well lately. I wanted you to call and talk some sense into him, get him to go to the hospital. He’s too stubborn—won’t listen to anything. And we couldn’t reach you…”

Before Song’s mother could finish, a man’s voice came from the other end, “Why are you telling her all that? I’m perfectly fine! Always talking about hospitals—what, do you have money to burn?”

Hearing this, Song Yunfei sighed inwardly.

The original host had been vain since childhood—comparing stationery in primary school, then comparing phones and brands in high school and college.

Her parents were ordinary farmers. Her mother worked the fields back home, and her father worked construction elsewhere.

Most of their income was spent on her—supporting her education and living expenses. While she wasn’t as well-off as her richer classmates, she had never gone hungry.

But she was never satisfied. She constantly found excuses to ask for money—if others bought luxury brands, she wanted them too; if others upgraded their phones, she had to as well.

She thought that by having these things, she could fit into the circles of the wealthy.

But she didn’t realize that, in others’ eyes, she was nothing more than a clown.

After graduating, she insisted on joining a big company like Yanjin, looking down on smaller firms.

Even as just a photography assistant earning a little over two thousand a month—barely enough to cover rent in Haishi—she still felt proud.

That eventually led to what happened later—after she ran into Chu Jinhan, she came up with that bold idea.

The original host hadn’t mentioned much about her parents, only that her father seemed to have passed away. When they called her to return home, she didn’t go, afraid her lie about having a childhood sweetheart would be exposed.

Thinking of this, Song Yunfei said into the phone, “Mom, let Dad talk to me. I’ll speak to him.”

Song’s mother’s voice immediately brightened. “Okay!”

But Song’s father said, “I’m not talking. Take it away. She’s working—why bother her?”

Song Yunfei said, “Dad, go to the hospital for a check-up. Otherwise, I’ll come back and take you there myself.”

Her father immediately got anxious. “Why would you come back? Focus on your job! You finally got into a big company—do well. Don’t be making phone calls during work.”

Even though they weren’t her biological parents, Song Yunfei still felt a warmth in her heart.

When she was seven, her own parents had died in an accident, and she was raised by her grandmother.

After her grandmother passed away, she had never felt the care of family again.

For a moment, her eyes grew moist.

She sniffed and tried to keep her voice steady. “Then you have to go to the hospital obediently. Don’t worry about money—I’m working at a big company now, I can earn.”

“It’s not easy for you to earn money either. I’ve seen on TV—big companies are stressful. Don’t worry about home; your mom and I are doing fine.”

Song Yunfei said helplessly, “Dad, just listen to me and go for a check-up, okay?”

Song’s mother chimed in, “Exactly. Your daughter is saying this—do you really want her to come back and drag you to the hospital?”

Her father finally relented, grumbling, “Alright, alright, I’ll go. You just focus on your job and don’t run around.”

Only then did Song Yunfei smile. “Okay. As long as you go to the hospital, I won’t run around. Remember to send me the results.”

She chatted with them a bit longer before hanging up.

Pulling herself together, Song Yunfei continued handing out flyers.

Whether for herself or for her parents back in the countryside, she had to work hard and make money.

As someone passed by, she handed over a flyer.

After taking it, the person didn’t leave.

Surprised, Song Yunfei looked up. It was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a suit, slightly balding, with a briefcase tucked under his arm.

He studied the flyer carefully, frowning at times, sighing at others.

Song Yunfei immediately perked up, putting on a professional smile. “Hello, sir. Are you interested in our Waterfront Residence project?”

The man shook his head disappointedly. “The location is a bit too remote. Which school district does your property fall under?”

Hearing his accent, Song Yunfei paused for a moment, then felt a surge of excitement—he was looking for a school district house.

She quickly explained, “Our project is zoned for the newly built New District Experimental School. It’s a key-supported middle school, and it will officially start enrolling students next September.”

“Many parents are drawn to newly established schools like this because of their strong faculty and modern facilities. It’s also one of our best-selling points.”

She glanced at the man’s expression—it seemed to waver—so she continued…

“And next year, Metro Line 8 will open here. The station will be about 600 meters from our residential complex. There’s also a newly built park nearby, and various commercial facilities will gradually be put into operation…”

“And I can also help you apply for an interior design plan.”

She went on and on, but the man interrupted her. “I still have things to do today. When I have time, you can take me to have a look.”

Song Yunfei quickly agreed and took out her business card to hand to him. “Of course. Here’s my card—could you also leave me your phone number?”

The man originally wanted to refuse, but seeing the hopeful look in Song Yunfei’s eyes, he still gave his number.

Song Yunfei followed up, “When would you be available? I’ll call you then.”

“Weekend.”

“Alright, I’ll contact you on the weekend.”

After asking for his name and saving his number, Song Yunfei smiled as she watched him leave.

But when she saw him get onto a roadside bus, she felt a bit uneasy.

Of course, it was also possible that he wanted to buy a house first and hadn’t bought a car yet—or maybe he had one at home but didn’t want to drive.

She couldn’t judge his financial situation just based on him taking the bus. They could talk more later.

The fact that he gave her his number meant he had some intention to buy.

Before transmigrating, her job had actually been quite similar to selling houses—it was all about understanding clients’ living needs.

After all, she had been a top designer at her company. As long as the client was willing to meet, she was fairly confident she could close the deal.

In a good mood, Song Yunfei continued handing out flyers. Maybe it was the smile on her face—people passing by were more willing to take them, though whether they actually read them was another matter.

Just as she was about to finish distributing them, a Porsche pulled up in front of her.

A young man leaned his head out of the car window and grinned. “Hey, beauty, give me your card. I want to buy a house too.”

Song Yunfei glanced at him. He was under thirty, average-looking—nothing remarkable.

Still, she handed him her card.

The man took it with a grin and drove off.

After finishing the flyers, Song Yunfei returned to the office and started making calls.

The entire day passed with no results.

Either no one answered, or they simply weren’t interested.

Still, she wasn’t discouraged. After finishing her calls, she got off work and took the bus home.

The groceries she bought yesterday hadn’t been cooked yet, so she didn’t need to buy anything today.

Normally, Chu Jinhan didn’t come back from food delivery until one or two in the morning—she couldn’t wait that late.

If she started cooking at twelve, the weather was hot anyway, so the food would still be fine when he got back.

But to her surprise, he returned at twelve-thirty.

Song Yunfei was a little surprised. “Perfect timing—I just finished cooking. Have you eaten?”

While taking off his delivery uniform and walking inside, Chu Jinhan replied, “No.”

“Then go wash your hands and get ready to eat.”

Soon, he came out wearing a shirt and sat at the small dining table.

Song Yunfei suddenly remembered something. “Oh right—can I borrow your electric scooter on Saturday?”

Chu Jinhan looked up at her. “Where are you going?”

She smiled. “I’m taking a client to see some houses.”

“You’ve already made a sale that fast?”

“Not yet. I have to show him the property first. He’s probably looked at a lot of places already—it’s not certain whether I can close the deal.”

Chu Jinhan nodded and didn’t say anything more.

Song Yunfei looked a bit hopeful. “If I can close it, the commission will be at least tens of thousands. Then we can replace your broken electric scooter first—and get an air conditioner and a washing machine too.”

Chu Jinhan paused slightly but said nothing, continuing to eat in silence.

They finished dinner quietly. Chu Jinhan went to wash the dishes, while Song Yunfei went to take a shower.

She lay on the bed with her phone, waiting for her hair to dry, and added a reminder for herself.

After showering, Chu Jinhan came out. Seeing Song Yunfei lying on the bed, he hesitated for a moment before walking over.

The two of them leaned against the bed. The fan whirred loudly, the room lights were off, leaving only a small bedside lamp.

Song Yunfei was playing on her phone, while he picked up a book and started reading.

She glanced at him in surprise—there were actually people who read before going to sleep.

She leaned a little closer and caught a glimpse of the pages—it looked like a business biography.

“You actually read stuff like this.”

A faint scent of shampoo drifted over. Chu Jinhan subconsciously turned his head to look at her.

Her damp hair brushed against his arm, leaving a ticklish sensation.

Before he could say anything, an ill-timed noise suddenly came from next door.

It was Wang Yi and his wife—engaging in their nightly “exercise.”

The soundproofing in this place was terrible. Not only could they hear Li Jiao’s voice, but even the faint sound of the bed hitting the wall could be heard.