The prolonged silence caused Bo Yuxu to lose patience. He started to leave, but Ji Xingzhi grabbed him by the collar. "Since there's nothing else to do, why don't you come with me to check out my newly rented office?" Newly rented office? That topic did have a certain appeal. Bo Yuxu tightened his backpack straps, sweeping his gaze left and right, not seeing the other familiar little figure. "Are you sure? Just the two of us?" Ji Xingzhi nodded. "No choice. You're the only one interested in this." True enough. Bo Yuxu lowered his eyes, annoyed that his little scheme had been exposed. He snorted. "You don't have a car. How far do we have to walk to get there?" Ji Xingzhi remembered that when they took the bus, Yuxu had definitely seen his look of disgust. Back then, he hadn't hated the smell so much—maybe it was because life had gotten better, and some minor quirks had become more noticeable. He walked ahead, motioning for Bo Yuxu to stay on the inside of the road. "Follow me. It's not far anyway." Bo Yuxu followed reluctantly, but deep down he was quite interested in the so-called company office and its expansion. How much money would it cost? And the location? Ji Xingzhi must have some remarkable qualities to have earned so much money, right? Bo Yuxu glanced at Ji Xingzhi, then quickly looked away. Ten minutes later, they arrived at a place very close to the school. It was a three-story building, and from the rooftop, you could see the school playground. From some angles, you could even see the classrooms, with the red-and-blue school uniforms standing out—small movements could be noticed if you wanted. "Why did you choose this place?" Ji Xingzhi pointed toward the school. "The reason? Isn't it obvious?" Bo Yuxu crossed his arms as the wind on the rooftop blew his bangs. "I suggest you find another place quickly." Ji Xingzhi: "Or else?" Bo Yuxu was merciless: "Or else you'll be hated." How sharp. Every time Ji Xingzhi tried to imitate Bo Xin's teasing of the kids, he failed miserably, forcing him to admit that this required talent. He hadn't chosen this place just to be close to the kids—it was because funding was limited, and this area was designated as an economic development zone. Compared to now, the place would have higher economic value later. Since he was renting all three floors together, Ji Xingzhi was thinking of buying the place. He jingled a set of keys as he spoke to reassure Yuxu: "Don't worry, this place is usually locked. No one comes up here, including me." That did help, because when Bo Yuxu arrived, the rooftop was locked. "How much is the rent for this place?" Ji Xingzhi held up three fingers. "Thirty thousand." Bo Yuxu's eyes widened. "A month?" He had thought winning first place and getting three hundred yuan was his first pot of gold, but this was only one percent of the rent. The place was spacious but empty—how could it be so expensive? Plus, renovation would cost even more. Bo Yuxu swallowed, feeling that money had suddenly become worthless. Ji Xingzhi remembered that most of the family's money went to the kids' tutoring, and the kids themselves had little pocket money. Thirty thousand was probably an astronomical figure in their eyes. He smiled confidently. "Jealous?" Bo Yuxu snorted. "Didn't you say your only merit is being rich? That's all you're good for." Jealousy aside, he would never admit it aloud, or the smug man would keep bringing it up. He had to nip that in the bud. They watched the sunset on the rooftop. Bo Yuxu normally had no leisure to appreciate such beauty, but to accompany Ji Xingzhi, he did. How could an adult be so obsessed with watching the sunset? So immature. In the evening, he went to his grandparents' house. The piano at his grandparents' house was too modern, clashing with the style, like it had been forcibly inserted into the living room—very odd and jarring. Bo Yuxu lifted the piano lid and casually played a series of notes. There was no sound outside—his grandparents had created a quiet environment for his practice. After a few pieces, he poked his head out. "Grandma, you don't have to be so careful trimming the flower branches." Hu Fangyue's tastes had always been refined. Even in the countryside, she hadn't lost her scholarly air. The sound of her trimming was so soft it was almost negligible—it was hard to tell if it was always like that or intentional. Hu Fangyue: "Trimming flower branches should be done carefully." Her answer was somewhat evasive, a trick she had learned from her daughter's rich repertoire of sophistry. "Yuxu, you don't seem very happy today." Even the oblivious Bo Zheng had noticed. Of course, his comment was that the piano sounded troubled, so worried that she almost thought he had watched too much ancient martial arts TV dramas. The piano could show worry? But when she looked up, she found it really was. Hu Fangyue: "..." So it was a fluke. After she asked, Bo Yuxu froze, his lips barely curving into a forced smile, but from the reflection in the mirror, it looked even more awkward. "It's just... if I study here until nine o'clock, would it be too much trouble for Mom to come pick me up?" Bo Yuxu wanted to take a competition and earn money. Diligent practice was essential. Since the piano was at his grandparents', he would have to commute back and forth. Would that be too much trouble? Hu Fangyue thought Yuxu could stay over, but since he was asking this, it meant he subconsciously didn't want to. Was it because he felt less secure than at home? Or because of someone's presence? Hu Fangyue didn't know, and there was no need to ask. She just needed to answer the question. "Yuxu, you need to understand: for the first eight years, they didn't fulfill their parental duties. No matter how hard you make it for them now, it's not too much." In fact, Yuxu was too good—always worrying about troubling his mother, which was adorable. Hu Fangyue had no objection to her daughter picking him up at night—it was a good way to build rapport. The distance wasn't far; a bike ride of over ten minutes would fill Yuxu's childhood with the image of his mother's tall and reliable back. That felt pretty good. She had been thinking about this, so when Bo Xin arrived, she patted her hand and warned, "Talk less and do more." Bo Xin: "???" She had never been idle. But facing her mother, she nodded. She opened the door. "Yuxu, time to go home." Bo Yuxu stood up immediately, took his mother's hand, and said goodbye to his grandmother. It was dark outside now, with only scattered streetlights. Bo Xin didn't mind—the night sky had stars, brighter than the modern city in her previous life. Bo Yuxu sat quietly in the back, feeling that his grandmother's words had been really helpful, burying that inexplicable guilt. No wonder she had raised his mother. "Mom, can you pick me up every day from now on?" Bo Xin chuckled. "So this is what you've been agonizing over?" Bo Yuxu found it strange because he saw his grandmother stop his mother. "Didn't Grandma tell you?" "She didn't say anything to me." Bo Xin smiled. Even if Hu Fangyue hadn't said anything, she could tell from his expression that something was off. But was he really embarrassed about such a simple request? After all, with evening self-study for elementary school students, no parent would feel at ease letting them go alone. He really had a low sense of entitlement. She was never like that. Bo Xin shook her head helplessly and asked another question. "Why are you so determined to learn piano lately?" It had come up suddenly, with Ji Xingzhi dropping him off and calling from home. It was odd no matter how she looked at it. Bo Yuxu figured his mother would find out sooner or later. "I want to earn my first pot of money quickly." Bo Xin found it amusing. This had at least eight or nine parts to do with Ji Xingzhi. "Isn't the three hundred yuan for first place enough?" "That's too little." Bo Xin felt that having too much ambition wasn't good either. For example, Yanyi was happy just having improved ten places after last night's cramming. But this kid wasn't happy even after getting first place. Didn't he understand that at his age, he should be walking from the east gate to the west gate of the neighborhood with a certificate, making sure everyone knew he got first? "Would you be satisfied if you got first place in the piano competition?" Bo Yuxu was taken aback. That probably wouldn't satisfy him either. Bo Xin sighed to herself. It was tough: on one hand, she had to make the unwilling kid study; on the other, she had to make the overeager kid rest. She yawned, tired. But it wasn't boring. Still, she was worried. Bo Yuxu's desire to earn money was too strong. If it was just about competing with Ji Xingzhi, it seemed too stubborn. Could it be related to the original plot? Did he think that without earning money, they would go bankrupt like in the original story? His pride wouldn't allow failure, especially not in front of someone he once looked down on. And that process was fully witnessed by her in the original novel. In the end, Bo Yuxu chose to jump off a building. In the original, he had psychological issues, liking the feeling of his body being torn apart. Commenters who were psychologists said his childhood misfortune had given him mental problems. Bo Xin sighed. Maybe she needed to recall the original plot. It was in her original room, notes she jotted down when she first transmigrated, realizing this was a book. That was all she remembered back then. — Ji Xingzhi opened his eyes groggily. He faintly heard rustling sounds. If it were a thief, they wouldn't be so bold. The light was turned on, and the person's movements were far from quiet. Didn't she realize someone was sleeping? "What are you doing?" Bo Xin flipped through one book after another, remembering that the page she had written on was tucked into a book. "Looking for something." Her memory was erratic—she never forgot things related to studying, but everyday life? She remembered nothing. Ji Xingzhi rubbed his temples. "Do you have to make such a racket in the middle of the night?" Bo Xin looked up. "Aren't you awake?" Being woken up counted as awake? Then it couldn't be considered a disturbance. Sometimes Ji Xingzhi had to admire Bo Xin's distorted logic.