raknovel Chapter 35 Sis, you're too naive.
Chapter 35 Sis, you're too naive.
Wang Bo's last commercial performance today was a high-end real estate appreciation event. The audience consisted of either wealthy women adorned in gold and silver or business owners with beer bellies.
When he sang "The You of the Past," he witnessed a bejeweled aunt wiping away tears and saying to her best friend beside her, "This song reminds me of my third husband. He was like that back then, saying he was going to make a name for himself, but he ended up barging into Mrs. Wang's bedroom next door..."
After the performance, the organizer held his hand for a long time, saying, "Mr. Wang, your song... it was incredibly powerful! Our real estate project's main theme is 'Returning to Our Original Aspirations, Settling Down Here,' and after your performance, several clients signed letters of intent on the spot!"
Once in the car on the way back, Wang Bo slumped in the back seat, not wanting to move a single finger.
Assistant Xiaolin turned around from the passenger seat, her eyes sparkling: "Brother Wang, three shows today, another 24,000 yuan! Adding to what we had before, you've already made a profit..."
"120,080." Wang Bo, with his eyes closed, accurately recited the number.
This number had been swirling in his mind for days—after paying back Su Xiaoxiao's 100,000, he still had 28,000 left.
After paying the rent and utilities, if you're careful with your spending, you can still relax and enjoy life for a few months.
He said he wouldn't need to use the money for his parents for the time being, so he transferred 100,000 yuan to them in two installments. After deducting medical expenses, compensation, and nutrition expenses, it would be enough for them to live on for several months.
My phone vibrated; it was a WeChat message from Su Xiaoxiao: "Is it over? Let's go to the Cloud Top Restaurant, third-floor private room."
Wang Bo opened his eyes, stared at the four words "Cloud Top Restaurant," and his lips twitched.
Twenty-odd days ago, he met the Su sisters there for the first time, played a piano piece, and sang "Encounter," and his life took a sharp turn from that moment on.
Are we going again now?
"President Su," Wang Bo typed, "didn't you say you'd treat me to spicy hot pot from a roadside stall? The kind with two eggs."
Su Xiaoxiao replied instantly: "I've changed my mind. What, is the Cloud Top Restaurant not good enough for you? You're Teacher Wang now, earning over ten thousand a day."
Wang Bo: "No, no, I just feel that mala tang (spicy hot pot) is warmer."
Su Xiaoxiao: Stop being so cheeky, hurry up and come here, Yiyi is here too.
Wang Bo was taken aback.
Is Su Yiyi going too?
The image of that gentle woman instantly flashed into his mind. She was wearing a light blue cheongsam, with long hair flowing down her shoulders, and her eyes were filled with pure concern as she handed him rock sugar pear.
"Okay, I'll be right there," Wang Bo replied.
He put down his phone and said to the driver, "Sir, take a different route to Genting Restaurant."
The car drove smoothly through the night. Wang Bo leaned against the window, looking at the city lights outside.
These days, he's like a wound-up top, rushing from one commercial performance venue to another, singing the same songs, meeting different people, and earning roughly the same amount of money.
Tired?
worn out.
But whenever he receives messages from his mother saying, "Your dad can walk again today" or "Uncle Liu's family has softened their stance and said the compensation can be paid in installments," he feels that it's all worth it.
not to mention……
He remembered Su Xiaoxiao's bank card, her casual remark that the password was six eights, her messages after each of his performances asking "How's your voice?", and Su Yiyi's daily, unwavering, rock sugar pear soup.
These people and these events made this journey of paying off debts less cold.
Meanwhile, a red luxury car is driving towards the Genting Restaurant.
In the driver's seat, Su Xiaoxiao wore a champagne-colored suit skirt, her hair was neatly pinned up, her makeup was exquisite, and her red lips were alluring.
She held the steering wheel with one hand and casually rested the other on the center armrest, the Patek Philippe watch on her wrist gleaming discreetly under the car's interior lights.
In the passenger seat, Su Yiyi was wearing a beige knitted cardigan with a light gray long skirt, her long hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders. She was looking down at a video of Wang Bo's performance on her phone—sent secretly by her assistant, Xiao Lin. In the video, Wang Bo was singing in the rain, completely soaked, but his eyes were as bright as stars.
"Sis," Su Xiaoxiao suddenly spoke, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, "Do you think I'm being too cunning?"
Su Yiyi looked up at her younger sister with a puzzled expression.
"I know perfectly well that Wang Bo is closer to you, yet he always invites you to meals." Su Xiaoxiao's lips curled into a sly smile. "Wouldn't that count as using you, deeply binding ourselves to our future cash cow?"
Su Yiyi was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled softly: "Xiaoxiao, you've always been smart. Do you think I wouldn't see through your little scheme?"
"So," Su Xiaoxiao turned to look at her sister, her eyes serious, "it's not good for you to be too smart, it's better to be a little less smart. Let me be the one to be smart."
Su Yiyi shook her head and said gently, "You're just too strong-willed. You want to control everything, even your feelings."
"Feelings?" Su Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow. "Sis, have you fallen for Wang Bo?"
The car was silent for a few seconds.
Su Yiyi did not answer immediately. She turned her head to look out the window, where the city lights in the night resembled scattered stars.
"I definitely have feelings for him," she said softly. "He's earnest, persistent, talented, and loyal. I feel relaxed and comfortable with him. But..."
She paused, as if searching for the right words: "Whether it's love or not is still hard to say. Feelings are like seeds sprouting; they need time, soil, sunshine, and rain. This seed has just been planted; whether it will grow into a big tree or wither along the way, nobody knows."
Su Xiaoxiao was silent for a moment, then her tone became serious: "Sister, if... I mean if, you really fall for Wang Bo, you need to think it through."
"What are you considering?"
"It's a good match," Su Xiaoxiao said bluntly. "Although our family isn't a top-tier wealthy family, we're still quite well-known in Lin'an. My parents worked hard to build this empire, and we won't just hand it over to someone with an outsider's surname."
She paused, then lowered her voice: "If your boyfriend isn't good enough, he'll have to live with you as a son-in-law, and all your children will have to take the Su surname. I'm not making this up; my parents have made it clear."
Su Yiyi sighed softly: "I know, but if I really like you, I can give up my family's wealth and we can live an ordinary life."
"Sister, you're too naive." Su Xiaoxiao shook her head, her tone filled with both heartache and helplessness. "It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Your current job certainly earns enough to live on, but is it enough for you to buy whatever you like? Is it enough for you to always fly first class and take the high-speed rail in business class? Is it enough for you to buy that dress you like in Paris without even blinking an eye?"
She turned to her sister, her eyes sharp: "I'm not saying materialism is everything, but once your quality of life drops, the sense of loss isn't something everyone can handle. Besides, if you really get together with Wang Bo, his income is good now, but the entertainment industry is too volatile; there are plenty of people who are famous one day and forgotten the next. In that case, will you support him, or will you both suffer together?"