High School Belle Fell in Love with Me

Zhang Mengyu said anxiously, "But I can’t use someone else’s money, I can earn my own."

"You? Even if you make twenty thousand a month, how much can you save? You’ve worked for over two years, and I’m afraid your card balance hasn’t exceeded thirty thousand, right? With your spending habits, you’d never save up enough for a down payment in your lifetime. Anyway, Ning Hao doesn’t want too much entanglement with us, so if you take the money, you take it. Later, you can find a rich and handsome boyfriend, and your mother and I will feel settled about this life."

Zhang Mengyu: "..."

She felt her dad was becoming more ridiculous.

Isn’t this just taking advantage of people?

Taking advantage of Ning Hao’s honesty?

Although she’s never had thoughts about Ning Hao, she would never take advantage of others.

So she explained again, "Dad, originally you said you wanted to invest in his company, theoretically speaking, your money is already gone. The shares of that company are still in my hands, I’ll transfer them to you in a few days."

Zhang Mansheng immediately got angry: "Who said I was investing in the company? Call Ning Hao over here, I’ll ask him face to face! Mengyu, are you my daughter? Why are you speaking for outsiders? In any case, I want this money, and no one can change my mind!"

After saying that, he picked up the car keys and walked out of the private room.

"Dad, you haven’t eaten much yet."

"Not eating, I’m full from anger!"

Zhang Mengyu helplessly looked at her mom and said, "Mom, why is Dad like this lately? He wasn’t like this before."

Zhang Mengyu’s mom said, "Listen to your dad, it’s over eight hundred thousand, not a small amount."

"Mom, why are you like this too?"

In an instant, Zhang Mengyu only felt her parents becoming strangers.

...

At more than ten o’clock at night, Zhang Mansheng drove to the place where Ning Hao lived.

Ning Hao now rented a big house, some experts from the club also lived there, and he even hired an auntie to cook.

However... it’s soon to be unsustainable.

Receiving Zhang Mansheng’s call, he went downstairs.

"Mr. Zhang, you’re here, do you want to come up and sit?"

Zhang Mansheng waved his hand and said, "Forget it, haven’t had much to eat, shall we grab something at a street stall?"

"Ah? Sure."

Ning Hao could afford a meal.

Jiangbei has many street stalls.

You can casually pick a street and eat from the beginning of the month to the fifteenth without repeating.

"Shall we have a drink?"

"Ah? Sure, I’ll find a designated driver for you later."

"That’s great."

As the dishes were served and a few drinks went down, Zhang Mansheng clearly started talking more.

"Ning, actually I’ve always felt sorry for you, originally thinking you were our family’s Mengyu’s boyfriend, but it turned out wrong."

"That’s nothing, I still thank you for inviting me for New Year’s Eve dinner."

Actually, Ning Hao also enjoyed that experience, it was the first time in his life that he felt valued.

Not in a transactional way, just pure admiration.

His parents never admired him, it’s been the same since childhood, he was just a few points short, only needed three thousand yuan to go to high school, but his parents had no sense of it, rather let him fumble through life as a minor.

Even if not earning money, it was okay.

When he got a little older, they urged him to hurry and get married and have children.

As for things like life’s guidance, they were a luxury to him, something his parents would never do.

Now, whenever he does something, his family says he’s not doing honest work, constantly saying he’s too old, even though he gave them two hundred thousand yuan, their attitude towards him still hasn’t changed.

They still think he’s not normal without marriage, that he’s not doing legitimate stuff.

Zhang Mansheng drank more and more...

Drank from ten to twelve, Ning Hao felt he could hardly stand it.

Normally he only drinks three or four bottles of beer, but today he’s already had six.

Each time he felt one more sip would make him vomit, but when Zhang Mansheng extended his cup, he felt bad refusing.

And Zhang Mansheng? He drank a dozen bottles of beer and besides feeling a bit dizzy, squinting, seemed to be perfectly fine otherwise.

He hadn’t even been to the bathroom.

"Ning, uncle apologizes again..." Zhang Mansheng picked up the cup again.

Ning Hao helplessly said, "Uncle, you haven’t wronged me, it’s me who should thank you."

"I’m not talking about this... it’s about Mengyu... during dinner today, she brought her boyfriend."

"That’s good news, I should be congratulating you, Mr. Zhang."

After saying that, Ning Hao clinked his glass with Zhang Mansheng, then raised his head and drank it.

Suppressing the urge to vomit, he showed a relaxed smile.

Zhang Mansheng continued, "Ning, uncle asks you for a favor, Mengyu plans to buy a house with her boyfriend in Jiangbei, the family is a bit short on money. Don’t you still have over eight hundred thousand in the stock market? Can you lend it to me in a couple of days?"

"What are you saying? That money was originally yours, I only made an excuse because I was afraid you wouldn’t accept it, but it got exposed. If you want it, you can take it anytime."

Zhang Mansheng asked, "You don’t mind? I know you like Mengyu."

"Mr. Zhang, everyone likes pretty girls. Besides, I haven’t given anything, can’t just assume all good things should be mine, right?"

"Then it’s settled, lend it to me for a few days, I’ll definitely return it."

"Alright."

Ning Hao didn’t want to talk more, after this matter ends, he wouldn’t contact Zhang Mansheng again, both sides owe nothing to each other.

He appreciated Zhang Mansheng’s admiration, which gave him more confidence in himself.

Though the future path is uncertain, he believes he can continue on.

No money? Just start over, after all, he’s only 27 years old.