She hugged him tighter.
Jiu Yue pursed his lips slightly. He could smell the smell of dishwashing liquid, and the sweat on Sun Yuhan, who hasn’t showered yet. There was a strange smell coming from her. Lu Yi had never thought himself a clean freak, especially after living in the small apartment that had an assortment of weird smells. At this moment, however, he learned something else about himself; he was very sensitive to smells.
He knew what smelt good and clean, and what didn’t.
But he did not push her away. Even as she wrapped herself around him, he was unflustered, his mind like still water.
He couldn’t, if they were in a relationship.
If he had been there to see her.
If he had lost his memories trying to save her.
Sun Yuhan lingered a little longer, clutching tightly to Jiu Yue. She liked his light cotton fragrance, which did not get in the way of his manliness. She liked his knotted muscles. This was the man given to her by God, to make amends for making her suffer the first half of her life in loneliness. She knew how much envy she would draw if she brought him home.
And now she had her own house too. Houses, in fact. There were two other apartments awaiting her viewing. She had been busy these days, not working, but hunting for a new house. If she picked the right house, she could get more than 3k a month by collecting rent alone. By then, she wouldn’t even have to work. Her current work was exhausting and demanding, leaving her little time to even sleep. Not just that, the pay was bad too. She could be earning more by collecting a month’s worth of rent.
And so she went out happily, in search of a good apartment. She had made all of these decisions by herself, knowing that Jiu Yue wasn’t likely to have any objections. She was trying to make more money, after all. There was no worse way of handling money than by saving it in the bank.
After Sun Yuhan left, Jiu Yue got up and smoothed out his shirt, his face so calm that it made him look expressionless. Walking into his room, he took out the laptop and switched it on.
He logged into the stock market interface. He had no identification, so he had to use Sun Yuhan’s. Sun Yuhan had an unused bank card, which she left lying around the house and nearly got mistaken as trash by him. When he returned it to Sun Yuhan, she told him that it was an empty card which she had no use for.
With that card, he opened an account in the stock market. He had no capital, and he wasn’t going to use Sun Yuhan’s money, so he loaned 10k from a loan shark website he found online. As with any other loan sharks, the interests were staggering, and if he wasn’t careful they would soon snowball and crush him.
He searched for the stocks he wanted on the stock market.
Once he found them, he bought them without hesitation. These were safe stocks with steady growth, and he foresaw no surprises.
He invested the entirety of his funds into it.
In the afternoon, the stock had stopped rising in value, by which time he had already made 2k. He rinsed and repeated on the next day, and his capitals were starting to increase exponentially. The interest from the loan shark was high, but not as high as the rate at which his funds were increasing.
10k grew into 20k, and 20k to 30k. He was good at memorizing numbers, and fast, too. The numbers become a part of him once he engraved them in his head. The numbers talked to him, telling him which stocks would rise and which would fall. His intuitions were seldom wrong.
By the time his funds grew to 50k, he repaid all his loans, which had grown to 20k from the 10k he borrowed.
Now, he had 30k left to work with.
30k turned into 60k, and 60k into 100k, then into 200k. Soon, he had a few hundred thousand RMB in his account. He had gone from a penniless loan-shark borrower to someone with nearly a million in his account. Even now, his money was still increasing by folds. Still, he was aware of the risks of the stock market. He wasn’t always victorious. A tiny mistake had cost him half a million, and it took him nearly half a month to work his way back up. However, the stock market didn’t have a positive outlook lately. It was no longer a good time to invest. He shut his laptop, took off his headphones, and decided to put an end to his investing career.
“I bought two other apartments,” ventured Sun Yuhan, looking up. She was afraid to find unhappiness on his face, afraid that he would blame her for wasting money.
“Do what you want, it’s your money,” he said as he ate his meal. It was a simple meal, but he had gotten used to the taste. He still couldn’t remember who he used to be or what he liked to eat, but what he did know was that he wasn’t a shabby cook.
Sun Yuhan heaved a sigh of relief. “I’m not going to work from now on.”
“Sure,” said Jiu Yue, impassive. She could choose to work or not; they didn’t have to rely on her salary anymore.
“Here, for you,” said Jiu Yue, handing her the bank card.
“Isn’t this my bank card?” she observed, tossing it aside. “It was my first bank card, but it’s pretty much useless now. I have already switched over to another bank. This is just an empty card.”
“There’s 500k inside,” said Jiu Yue indifferently, concentrated on his meal.
“Oh, I see,” said Sun Yuhan perfunctorily. She didn’t really catch what he was saying. She had 1.2 million before she spent them on real estate, and 50 to 60k remaining now. It was still a good deal of money, but she couldn’t help but worry at times.
Wait, what? Her eyes suddenly widened, her chopsticks falling out of her hands.
She snatched the card from the table, her eyes on the verge of popping out. Her hand felt heavy, so heavy that it made breathing a chore. Her heart was pounding madly.
“Did you just say there’s 500k inside?” she asked with uncertainty. Did she just hear him saying that there’s 500k in the card?
“Yes, exactly 500k,” he affirmed. He was still eating his meal expressionlessly. He had a good appetite, and in everything he did, he showed evidence of good breeding.