Rebirth of wealth and freedom starts from the World Cup

Chapter 87 White Moonlight? Let’s talk about business!
"Master is talking to you, didn't you hear me?"

Zhao Zixuan walked into the kitchen, leaned against the door frame, his deep gaze moving over Cheng Yuyan.

in front of you.

Cheng Yuyan was washing vegetables carefully at the kitchen sink. Her long legs looked extremely attractive under her short shorts, and the loose white BF-style shirt on her upper body further highlighted her graceful figure.

Zhao Zixuan's eyes couldn't help but linger on her for a few more seconds, secretly praising her beauty in his heart.

At this moment, every movement of Cheng Yuyan is full of charm, as if an artist's brush is delicately outlining her grace.

Her beauty is sexy yet innocent, alluring yet reserved, leaving Zhao Zixuan unable to describe it in words.

He couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart, wondering why there was such a perfect-looking girl in the world. Not only was her appearance impeccable, but she also had a graceful figure that even the Muse would be jealous of.

Isn’t it too unfair for Nuwa to create human beings?
If he wasn't biased, how could he have gone to such great lengths to create such a perfect young girl?

"I have no plans to get married."

Cheng Yuyan said lightly, as if declaring a fact rather than just a rejection.

The corners of Zhao Zixuan's eyebrows twitched slightly, and with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, he stared at the always unexpectedly cold girl in front of him.

He said, "What do you mean you don't plan to get married? You're not like me, a non-marriageist, are you? It seems like we are quite similar. Why don't we just stay together for the rest of our lives?"

The corners of his mouth once again curled up into a cynical smile, as if this was an insignificant joke, but with a hint of seriousness.

In a conversation like this in the past, Cheng Yuyan would definitely respond with "Are you sick?" But this time, her reaction was surprising.

"Okay."

She responded lightly, as if it wasn't a big deal.

it is good?
Zhao Zixuan couldn't help but be stunned. This was an answer he never expected.

He blinked and looked at her in disbelief, "Did I hear it right?"

Cheng Yuyan didn't look back, and continued with her work, with an intriguing smile on her lips, "Anyway, you are so rich, I won't suffer any loss. However, I have a condition, if you can agree to it, I will seriously consider it."

Zhao Zixuan's curiosity was aroused by her words. He moved forward and stared deeply at the white moonlight of his youth in front of him.

"What conditions are there? Tell me and I'll see if it's worth it."

He prefers to talk about business rather than feelings.

These are the lessons and experiences he gained after experiencing the seven-year itch.

He will never forget it.

Cheng Yuyan stopped what she was doing, turned off the faucet, turned around and faced Zhao Zixuan, their eyes meeting in the air.

She said, "Please help me pick up my mother."

"That's it?" Zhao Zixuan smiled.

He thought it was some kind of arrogant and exorbitant price, but he didn't expect it to be such a simple matter.

Originally, he was still hesitating whether to do something cool like paying back the money right away, but now it seems like it was a waste of emotion.

"That's it."

Cheng Yuyan raised the corner of her mouth slightly and nodded gently.

There was an elusive light flickering in her beautiful eyes, as if they contained the mysteries of the world.

Is it feelings?

If she asked herself honestly, she wasn't sure either.

If it’s not love, then is it business?

But if it was just business, she would definitely not agree.

Just through her contact with him during these days, she inexplicably felt that Zhao Zixuan was a pretty good person.

He was young and promising, decisive in his actions, and generous in his spending.

Although he sometimes showed some narcissism and sharp tongue, these minor flaws became insignificant in Cheng Yuyan's eyes.

Spending the rest of my life with a boy like this, even if I never get married, it shouldn't be too painful, right?
Cheng Yuyan thought so.

Unlike her wild thoughts, Zhao Zixuan felt mixed emotions at this moment.

Although he had long anticipated that this day would come, he never imagined it would happen in this way.

He accepted Cheng Yuyan as his disciple, which already had some ill intentions.

But he thought that Cheng Yuyan would not be a girl who would give up her principles and dignity so easily.

If it was really for money, she wouldn't have gone through three years of high school without a cell phone. Deep down, she was actually an independent woman with a lot of pride, but it was a pity that her natural poverty compromised her natural pride.

"Cheng Yuyan."

Zhao Zixuan seemed to be thinking about something. After a moment's silence, he slowly spoke: "I don't know the specific situation of your family, but what I want to ask is, why don't you try to bring your mother to your side?"

Zhao Zixuan thought to himself that if it were him, no matter how difficult the situation was, he would not hesitate to keep his mother by his side, protect her, and take care of her.

After hearing this, Cheng Yuyan sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness and fatigue in her voice: "My mother...she has no independent financial ability. For so many years, she has been relying on that person to live. And that person's desire for control has really reached a perverted level..."

"That person?" Zhao Zixuan looked puzzled.

Cheng Yuyan's throat seemed to be blocked by something. She spoke with difficulty, her voice trembling slightly: "My mother's husband, my... stepfather."

When Zhao Zixuan heard this, he immediately understood a little bit.

He had heard some rumors about Cheng Yuyan's family before, but now hearing Cheng Yuyan's story with her own ears, it felt completely different.

He asked softly: "Isn't that person good to you and your mother?"

Cheng Yuyan was silent for a moment, as if recalling the painful past. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling:
"Maybe in my mother's eyes, that man treats her very well. But in my eyes, he is just a man who treats my mother as a tool, an object that can be driven and vented at any time and anywhere..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally almost inaudible, leaving only endless sadness and pain.

Her red lips were trembling, like a withered petal, which made people feel heartbroken.

"do not be sad."

Zhao Zixuan sighed softly, then opened his arms and tried to give her a warm hug.

However, Cheng Yuyan took a step back nimbly like a frightened little rabbit, her eyes full of vigilance.

"I don't need your sympathy. If you really want to help me, help me get my mother here."

Although her words were gentle, they were full of unquestionable firmness.

Zhao Zixuan looked at her, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

How could he not understand that what Cheng Yuyan needed now was not his sympathy, but real help.

"it is good."

He agreed.

Every word is worth a thousand gold.

When Cheng Yuyan heard this, a different light flashed in her eyes. She looked directly at him with an undisguised surprise in her tone: "Really? Are you really going to help me?"

Zhao Zixuan found it funny and teased her on purpose, "If you don't want to, just ignore what I said."

"Yes! Of course I am willing!"

Cheng Yuyan was afraid that he would go back on his word, so she quickly reached out and grabbed his arm, saying seriously, "As long as you help me get my mother over, I'll do whatever you ask me to do!"

Zhao Zixuan didn't believe such empty talk and questioned, "Is this true? Don't be so confident. What if you can't do it?"

Cheng Yuyan bit her lips tightly, feeling an inexplicable bitterness in her heart.

She had expressed her determination so clearly, but Zhao Zixuan still had doubts about her.

"Believe it or not, I just want to make a deal with you, I'm not begging you!"

Zhao Zixuan was surprised by Cheng Yuyan's rebelliousness.

He originally thought that he had the other party under his control, but unexpectedly, when the time came, he felt as if he was being controlled by the other party.

interesting.

"Then it's a deal?"

Zhao Zixuan smiled knowingly, stretched out his right hand and waited for Cheng Yuyan's response.

Cheng Yuyan hesitated slightly, then slowly put her hand into his palm. When they held each other's hands, it seemed as if time had stopped.

At this moment, Cheng Yuyan couldn't help but think of their encounter in the milk tea shop. At that time, her impression of Zhao Zixuan was only superficial.

That was their first handshake, and also their first formal conversation and acquaintance.

And now, they shook hands again, and her understanding of him had unknowingly penetrated into her bones.

he……

Actually, he's a very nice guy.

　Cheng Yuyan: Give me the ticket, I'm not begging you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)