Money flows to those who don't lack it.
Love, too, flows to those who aren't lacking it.
Lin Chu really hadn't expected Yang Guangrong to send him money. Although it was just pocket money—something like a WeChat Red Packet, only the amount was quite large at one million yuan.
Still, the feeling was pretty special.
'Damn, aside from my own dad, no one has ever just given me money for free!'
Besides, this came with an extra benefit.
'I can farm money off of Yang Guangrong from now on.'
'Of course, I can forget about a tenfold return. Would that require him to call me 'Dad'? That would be completely backward, unless he was drunk.'
'But a twofold return would be no problem at all. I'd have plenty of reasons and excuses to give him expensive gifts.'
'The only thing to worry about is... damn, Old Yang might try to rush me into getting married, and I'm definitely not up for that.'
