Yu Chuhui rolled her eyes at He Minhong; she understood why Chen Cheng had left.

Watching Chen Cheng leave, Zhu Zhe turned to He Minhong and said, "I am their older sister; I've watched them grow up since they were little."

Rebuffed by Zhu Zhe, He Minhong looked toward Ye Zhenzhen, seemingly unwilling to give up.

Ye Zhenzhen looked at Yu Chuhui and then at Zhu Zhe, saying helplessly, "When it comes to interacting with others..."

"The kind way to behave without letting yourself be taken advantage of is to fearlessly offer goodwill first."

"If I receive goodwill in return, then I will continue to offer goodwill in our future interactions."

"If, after I have offered goodwill, the other party accepts it as their due without reciprocating, or even views the well-intentioned person as a sucker,"

"then I don't think there's any need to offer goodwill in the future."

Ye Zhenzhen looked at He Minhong and said earnestly, "That is likely what Gigi means regarding her younger siblings."

Finding someone who understood her, Zhu Zhe smiled and began to praise Ye Zhenzhen, "You are exactly that kind of person. That's why your personality is a bit easygoing, yet you never suffer any major losses."

He Minhong struggled in vain, "What if he turns over a new leaf? He is already fragile-minded; if we don't give him a hand now and instead isolate him, won't he lose the chance to be a good person?"

As soon as these words were out, Yu Chuhui couldn't hold back anymore; she straightened up, ready to lash out at her, but Zhu Zhe grabbed her hand and held her down.

...

Chen Cheng went back and took a shower.

Halfway through, he remembered that he still had the scent of Shen Jing on him, and he didn't know if Ye Zhenzhen had smelled it.

Fortunately, both of them had showered before going out last night and hadn't worn any perfume, so there wasn't much of a scent.

She shouldn't have smelled it, right?

Chen Cheng changed into shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, and picked out a pair of black-rimmed sunglasses.

He took a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet. The original packaging should have been in the guest room, but Chen Cheng couldn't be bothered to look for it. He grabbed a convenience store bag from the coffee table and put it inside.

When he went down to the 22nd floor, he saw that, as expected, they had dispersed.

With He Minhong, that troublemaker, around, it was hard to keep a conversation going when a group of people were together.

By now, everyone had run off to 2202.

"Do you want to go to Old Tan's place with me?" Chen Cheng asked, looking at Ye Zhenzhen.

He Minhong was recommending books to Ye Zhenzhen.

You could say He Minhong came from a scholarly family, but she had only read books and understood nothing about worldly wisdom.

Her brain had basically short-circuited from all that reading.

"Sure, wait for me a moment, I'll go back and change." Ye Zhenzhen was bored anyway; otherwise, she wouldn't have been reading the casual books He Minhong recommended.

"Senior, where are you headed?" Just as Ye Zhenzhen returned to 2203, Yu Chuhui came out with a small bag, looking like she was going out. She said to Chen Cheng, who was waiting in the hallway, with a grin.

"Going to hang out with some friends." Chen Cheng smiled.

"Where are you going?"

"I found a new dance studio, but they don't really trust me yet, so I'm going to try teaching a class."

"..."

Coming from a family background like Yu Chuhui's, knowing ballet and being at the level of a dance teacher was simply a magical thing.

Which one of her father, mother, grandfather, or grandmother had the conduct or the awareness to cultivate their daughter's artistic talent to end up like this? One can only blame the screenwriter, or the lack of brains in capital. Can't be bothered to talk about it.

"How much do you earn per class?" Chen Cheng smiled and looked at Yu Chuhui, who was putting on her shoes. He didn't mind giving her a wake-up call in advance.

"It depends on how many students there are. Usually, the dance studio takes 70% and I keep 30%, so I get about 200. Why, Senior?" Yu Chuhui thought for a moment and said, looking at Chen Cheng in confusion.

"You have to work; how many classes can you teach in a month?"

"In a month, I can attend the dance studio for about 15 days."

"Each time you go, they count it as two class periods, which means you can make about 6,000 yuan a month."

It must be said that this side job provided a considerable income for many people.

So children should still have some skills in this area, lest they starve after graduating from college.

"Is it more fun and satisfying to get your class fees than to receive your regular salary?" Chen Cheng looked at Yu Chuhui with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah," Yu Chuhui nodded excitedly.

"Then how much do you think your class fees will increase in five years?"

Yu Chuhui couldn't smile anymore. She wasn't a professional; her ceiling was just teaching intermediate levels.

Any higher than that, parents wouldn't trust someone like her who learned through unconventional means; they would look for graduates from professional dance academies.

"Probably won't increase much," Yu Chuhui said, feeling a bit awkward.

Chen Cheng smiled, "When doing a side job, it should be one that can develop into a main career. Your side job is clearly just trading time for money—bringing in students in batches, repeating the same things, and even teaching two or three identical classes a day."

"What? Do you despise your main job?"

"Uh..." Yu Chuhui was in a bind.

Who actually likes working?

How low!

"Then do you like money or not?" Chen Cheng looked at Yu Chuhui, speechless. Did he have to be so blunt?

Just then, Ye Zhenzhen came out after changing clothes, "What's this about liking money or not?"

"Oh, we were talking about Xiao Yu's side job. I think she should focus her energy on her main job." Chen Cheng explained with a smile.

He added, "Let's go, let her think about it herself."

"Okay," Ye Zhenzhen nodded and then said to Yu Chuhui, "Just take his words as a suggestion; it's up to you to choose what to do in the end."

Sometimes she felt that Chen Cheng stood in a very high place, looking down at all living beings.

All his uninhibited behavior was just him playing through life, and she didn't know why she had this feeling.

If Ye Zhenzhen liked playing online games, she might understand this feeling—I've already cleared this dungeon once, so of course, I can stand in a high place and oversee the whole situation.

"Oh, okay, bye Zhen Zhen. I'll think about it some more." Yu Chuhui nodded dejectedly.

When they reached the elevator lobby, Ye Zhenzhen asked softly, "Why did you decide to give AChu some advice?"

Chen Cheng smiled, "The Little Girl is quite smart. She makes good money from her side job now, so she's just drifting through her main job and has become a bit complacent. If she were alone, that would be one thing, but she has a mother with PTSD and a deadbeat father."

"She will have trouble sooner or later."

Ye Zhenzhen frowned, "Then what should we do?"

"You," Chen Cheng shook his head helplessly, "As a friend, just help out when she's in real trouble. As for worrying about her future, that's her parents' business."

"You just said how terrible her parents were," Ye Zhenzhen looked at Chen Cheng reproachfully. It wasn't as if there was no one thinking for her.

Yu Chuhui's mother might still think of her daughter and want to fight for the house in their hometown, but as for that father...

"That's why she needs to become strong herself. Xiao Yu is smart; she will figure it out on her own."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Did the 4S shop send you the repair list? Give me a copy so I can get someone to pay for it."

"They did," Ye Zhenzhen took out her phone and was about to send it to him when she suddenly remembered something, "By the way, who did you have the accident with? Will the other party be able to afford it?"

Chen Cheng couldn't help but chuckle; this girl just had too kind a heart, "Driving a Cadillac, they should be able to afford it. Besides, there's the insurance company."

This was his excuse to contact Zhou Lin; how could he let it slip away?

Hehehehe.