Uncle's home is in the Oriental Green City residential complex, which is fully equipped with living facilities such as surrounding commercial districts, parks, and hospitals. Many luxury cars are parked in the complex's underground garage.
Although it is an old complex from 10 years ago, the property management is well-organized, with extensive greenery and public facilities that do not appear outdated.
It is said that the highest price for this complex reached 180,000 yuan per square meter. Even with the current decline in the real estate industry, housing prices in Xuhui District remain strong, and the price of second-hand homes in Oriental Green City has consistently stayed around 110,000 yuan.
The location is simply too good.
Yao Qiuran certainly couldn't afford a house here. Finance sounds high-end, but without career advancement or strong connections, she was still just a worker struggling in Shanghai.
The apartment Uncle rented is on the 13th floor. As soon as the door opened, a small poodle ran over, wagging its tail incessantly at Yao Qiuran's calves.
The tail in front.
"An'an, this is my dog son, Rousong. Isn't he cute?"
"Mm, he's quite cute."
Please take him away.
An'an equally liked every small animal, except for poodles.
The small poodle seemed to hear someone praising it. Its button eyes turned towards An'an, and with a very human-like sparkle, it then scurried over.
"He likes you! In fact, he likes any pretty girl, just like his dead dad."
An'an frowned. Taking advantage of Uncle turning to change shoes, she kicked the annoying little thing away.
After putting on slippers, she began to observe the 90-square-meter apartment.
The decor was exquisite, with carpets on the floor. There were many things, but it didn't look cluttered.
On the table was a photo of Uncle and Uncle's husband, potted plants with lush greenery were placed in the corner, and folded blankets were on the sofa. The entire room was full of life.
To the east was a row of French windows, offering a distant view of the Huangpu River's outline.
The magical city at night is the true night city.
"How is it? Beautiful, isn't it? Uncle and I often watch the night view here. I lie on the French windows to watch, and he lies on top of me to watch. We always watch until we're exhausted."
"Uncle! I'm still a child!"
An'an was utterly speechless. The perfectly good atmosphere was ruined by her one sentence, making An'an now always imagine Uncle lying there whenever she saw the French windows.
It seemed that all of Old Yao's children had this uninhibited personality. Her father was like this, Uncle was like this, and Yao Jingxuan, at such a young age, was already showing early signs of it.
Only she and her eldest uncle were the two exceptions.
The two of them had more subdued personalities, just a little bit cunning.
Yao Qiuran giggled.
"I'm just teasing you. If we did that, we'd be photographed sooner or later. Uncle isn't that open-minded yet."
"But seriously, when I chose to rent this apartment, I was drawn to these French windows. Later, I found out they're really hard to maintain. Cleaning the glass takes a lot of time, and it makes the room cold in winter and hot in summer. Besides being aesthetically pleasing, there's really no other advantage."
"We've lived here for five years now. I often think this is my own home."
Yao Qiuran sat on the sofa, reminiscing for a while.
"What do you think if I buy this apartment?"
"Do you have that much money?"
Yao Qiuran shook her head, muttering to herself.
"But it's not good to just keep drifting like this."
She was never one to dwell on self-doubt, and soon stopped agonizing over the topic.
"How's your foot?"
"It's already fine."
"I'll still spray some anti-swelling spray on it. Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if such pretty feet were left with any after-effects."
Saying that, Yao Qiuran had already started rummaging through drawers and the medicine cabinet.
"Really, it's not needed."
An'an was now a junior traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. She had examined herself; there was no serious injury, and the swelling had even gone down. By tomorrow morning, she would be a lively little fox again.
"Less nonsense, lie down."
Yao Qiuran unhesitatingly pressed An'an onto the sofa, then held her cool little foot and began to spray medicine.
An'an watched her serious expression, and her gaze gradually softened.
When she was little and lived in the countryside, some naughty children pushed her into a stream, covering her in mud. When Uncle found out, she took a farming stick and went to settle scores with that child.
The mischievous child was beaten until his head was full of bumps, and he cried as he ran home to complain to his parents. The feisty rural woman couldn't swallow her anger and went to An'an's grandmother for an explanation.
While the enemy's rear was undefended, the sly An'an incited Uncle to steal the other family's chicken.
In the end, that family didn't get their explanation and also lost an old hen.
Uncle had always been very good to her since she was little. When she had the ability in the future, she would find a way to help her settle down in Shanghai.
It was clear that she really loved this city.
"Does it still hurt?"
Yao Qiuran asked softly.
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Yao Qiuran pinched An'an's cheek firmly.
"You better not lie to Uncle."
"It really doesn't hurt anymore."
Seeing that she wasn't lying, Yao Qiuran stopped dwelling on the matter and immediately started taking off her clothes in front of her.
"Come on, let's go take a shower together."
"No... no, I already showered at the club. I'm not dirty."
An'an found it hard to accept, turning her head away from her.
"Less nonsense, hurry up. When I hug you to sleep tonight, I don't want to smell sweat."
Yao Qiuran, wearing only two small pieces of clothing, pushed her towards the bathroom.
The sound of water splashing came from the bathroom, along with Yao Qiuran's surprised voice.
"Huh? Is this your size? That doesn't seem right."
"I was already this size the last time we showered together."
"Really? Maybe the light was too dim then, and I didn't notice."
"Holy cow! You even have an ab line!"
More than ten minutes later, Yao Qiuran sat on the sofa with her laptop, checking stocks, while An'an's rendition of "Melatonin" played on the living room stereo.
It was clear that she really liked this song.
An'an locked the unruly poodle on the balcony, then pretended to rummage through her bag, but in reality, she exchanged for three bottles of papaya milk.
So, from another person's perspective, it looked as if those three bottles of milk had always been in her shoulder bag.
Uncle was currently a C-cup. Three bottles of papaya milk should get her to C+, but her shoulder bag was too small. If she took out four or five bottles, she might expose her secret.
"This stuff can enhance breasts?"
"Mhm."
Yao Qiuran opened the lid directly and chugged it down, then glanced downwards.
She didn't notice anything unusual.
"No effect."
"Even chickens eating hormones need a digestion process, and this isn't even a hormone. How could it possibly take effect so quickly?"
Yao Qiuran gave her a flick on the forehead.
"Is that how you compare Uncle to a chicken? So disrespectful."
An'an was exasperated.
Yao Qiuran was just asserting her authority as Uncle. In truth, she couldn't bear to hit Xiao Bingkuai, who had been calling her Uncle in a baby voice since she was little, following her around.
After hitting her, she started using a shopping app to search for papaya milk by image.
Obviously, she couldn't find it.
"Where did you buy this stuff?"
"A friend gave it to me."
"Who? Jiang Jingya?"
"Not her, someone else. You don't know her."
Yao Qiuran held the papaya milk and looked at it for a long time.
"If this milk really has breast-enhancing effects, it would definitely sell out if put on the market. Give me your friend's number."
An'an shook her head.
"Her family no longer produces this kind of milk, and I don't have much left in my dorm either."
She had initially considered selling the papaya milk on the market.
But after careful consideration, she still didn't do it.
The milk was a system product, and its specific ingredients were unknown. If any unknown substances were detected during review, it would be over. She estimated she would be raided and even dissected for research.
"Alright."
Yao Qiuran felt it was a pity to have lost a money-making opportunity.
However, she quickly discarded the milk packaging and stopped paying attention, focusing instead on the computer screen to analyze tomorrow's market trends.
An'an hooked one arm through Uncle's, leaning affectionately on her shoulder, and watched the computer screen with her.
The new energy stock Uncle had chosen was very unstable. The K-line chart resembled an electrocardiogram, fluctuating violently, with more green than red.
In the past few days, it had shown signs of a major plunge.
Yao Qiuran appeared calm, but the way her black nail-polished toes tapped the floor constantly proved that she was very anxious.
An'an deliberated for a moment, then decided to subtly hint to her.
"Uncle, do you know what my elective course is?"
Yao Qiuran didn't pay much attention, perfunctorily saying:
"Singing? Dancing? Rap? Playing basketball?"
You little hater.
"It's Economic Literature Retrieval and Information Utilization."