{“Are you thinking about becoming Xingxing ‘s stepmother?” 2}

Song Yuren fell silent, but Qimei chimed in, “We observed you guys at the mall, and it seemed like you and Mr. Bian made quite a match. We just wanted to say that you’re still young and have many opportunities ahead, so there’s no need to rush into being someone’s stepmother.”

Just because they looked compatible?!

Yu Suyue appreciated her roommates’ concern but felt frustrated. She firmly declared, “Rest assured, even if all the men in the world were gone, I still wouldn’t like Bian Yuan.”

Who would want to partner with someone so unpredictable and moody? That would be tempting fate!

The only thing that made Yu Suyue’s heart race was that black card, completely unrelated to Bian Yuan.

Meanwhile, the little one sighed again.

Bian Yixing thought she could breathe a sigh of relief since her mom didn’t want to be a stepmother. But hearing her mom say she wouldn’t like Dad made her feelings complicated.

Suddenly, she felt a bit sorry for that stubborn old man.

But it was okay; she had Su Su’s love, and that was enough.

Bian Yixing adjusted her mood and decided to accompany Su Su to look at houses in the suburbs that night.

At that time, housing prices in Beijing—home to the largest student community in the country—hadn’t skyrocketed too absurdly. It was quite common to find houses in the suburbs for around three million, and a one-million down payment could get you a decent two-bedroom apartment near the subway.

Yu Suyue was filled with anticipation.

She went back and forth, selecting several types of houses, while her roommates questioned her for a long time about the source of her down payment. Yu Suyue honestly replied, “It’s the payment for taking care of Xingxing.”

Song Yuren’s expression changed dramatically. “If you really want to be a stepmother, that’s not impossible.”

Yu Suyue still couldn’t understand Song Yuren’s strange thought process.

She quietly focused on the position of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the orientation of her parents’ room, and the creamy white sofa that their family would gather around. Since she owed Bianyuan a favor, she was willing to have Xingxing over for sleepovers from time to time.

Suddenly, Lin Wushen, whom she had not been eager to contact, called her.

“Was that computer bought by you?” he said with a feigned self-deprecation. “I really thought it was a gift from the café…”

“No, I have the purchase records and all the invoices for that Alienware laptop. I can prove it was me by the serial number.”

Yu Suyue was anxious to sign the contract and manage the monthly payments starting next month.

“If it’s convenient, please return it to me promptly.”

Hearing his incredulous response, mixed with a rare anger from him, Yu Suyue could almost see him frowning, asking himself, “Why?”

“What do you mean, why? If a girl takes something from a guy and doesn’t accept his pursuit, she gets called a ‘gold digger.’ Don’t you, with all your principles, worry about being called a ‘gold digger’ too?”

“But I remember you did it willingly.”

Yu Suyue took a while to understand that the proud Lin Wushen was actually someone who could be so petty.

“I’ve changed my mind. I want you to return it.”

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The author has something to say:

The female lead will have her own career path. Don’t worry, she’ll be able to pay off her loans.

She transitions from facing her fears about past relationships to regaining her losses, which is part of the self-awareness journey I want to portray.