The attic connects the past and present; I became a tycoon and got rich overnight!

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"Have you lost weight?"

Song Youan subconsciously looked down at her body: "It's alright. You know your daughter has a constitution that allows her to eat whatever she wants without gaining weight. Others can only envy that."

She hadn't really paid attention to whether she'd lost weight or not, but she'd been a bit busy lately and hadn't been eating on time.

But to avoid worrying her father, she said, "You don't need to worry about me. I had a big meal with Tutu the other day."

"Did you see Tutu?" Song Qi asked.

Song Youan nodded: "He's almost taller than you now."

Song Qi smiled upon hearing this. Although his wife had passed away early, he and his daughter were closer to his mother-in-law's relatives.

His sister-in-law, in particular, truly treated Youan like her own daughter, and even in the last moments of her life, she did not forget to leave Youan a guarantee for the rest of her life.

He then served his daughter a bowl of soup and couldn't help but ask, "How's your job search going lately? Have you found a suitable company?"

“Dad, I’m not looking for a job anymore,” Song Youan said. “A few friends and I are planning to start a business together and set up a studio.”

Song Qi was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but after realizing what he meant, he didn't say anything more and simply nodded.

“Okay, whatever you do, Dad will support you. It’s a good thing for young people to have goals,” Song Qi said slowly.

Upon hearing this, Song Youan smiled and said, "I knew Dad would support me."

My father doesn't usually go online much, and he doesn't use apps like Weibo or Xiaohongshu, so he wasn't aware of the uproar he had with QG a few days ago.

Occasionally, when he browses video apps like Douyin, it seems that he is being targeted by big data, and the videos pushed to him are mostly about cars, camping, hiking, and other things that interest him.

My father knew absolutely nothing about the fashion industry.

But he supports himself. His father never objected when he chose his major in college, and he still does now.

“You are my only daughter, and your thoughts are the most important to me.” Song Qi looked at his daughter with loving eyes and said, “Dad doesn’t ask that you become rich and famous in the future, as long as you are happy, that’s enough.”

"As long as you're happy and joyful, whatever ideals and goals you want to pursue, Dad will support you!"

Song Youan nodded gently, feeling a slight soreness in her nose.

At this moment, Song Qi suddenly stood up. He went into the inner room and came out again shortly afterward, holding a bank card in his hand.

He placed the card in front of his daughter and said, "This is the money Dad has saved for you over the years. You and your friends started a business, and you always need money in the early stages. It's perfect to give it to you now."

Song Youan stared at the card in a daze, and then, moved, said to her father, "Dad, I have money. Didn't I tell you that I sold the copyright of my graduation project to a big company?"

"This was originally saved up for you. The more money you invest in the early stages, the more shares you will have, and the more say you will have in the future," Song Qi said.

Song Youan pursed her lips, feeling the card in her hand was heavy, wondering how long her father had been saving it up.

She didn't refuse; this was her father's love for her.

"Thank you, Dad." Song Youan choked up a little.

Seeing that she accepted it, Song Qi smiled and said, "Don't be so polite with your father. Come and eat."

That night, Song Youan stayed at home overnight. Before going to sleep, she idly scrolled through Weibo. Since the last incident, she had been receiving many private messages on Weibo every day, some praising, some supporting, some admiring, and some insulting, cursing, and threatening.

Some disgusting people even sent her obscene YY videos, and Song Youan immediately reported them.

She understands the nature of the internet age: when someone is suddenly exposed to the public, they will face a multitude of different opinions. So she doesn't care much, even if some people dig up some of her old photos through various channels, she doesn't mind.

Because once she puts on makeup and changes her clothes, no one on the street would recognize her. Those photos only represent who she is at that moment; the next day she'll have a completely different style.

While he was scrolling, a message popped up in the WeChat class group. Xu Ziyang had tagged everyone in the group.

[@Everyone: How many of you are still in Jinghai? It's been so long since graduation and we haven't gotten together yet. How about we pick a time to get together? Let's go to Lanting, it's on me!]

Xu Ziyang's reputation in the class wasn't very good. The boys thought he was rich and pretentious, and looked down on others. Only a few students from relatively well-off families were close to him.

Needless to say, the girls are mostly his ex-girlfriends, and most of the rest, like Song Youan, hate this kind of tasteless scumbag to the core.

So many people didn't think much of the first half of the message, but perked up when they saw the words "Lanting".

[Art Academy Picasso: Lanting Club? Yang Ge, isn't that a bit too extravagant?]

[KULVV: Exactly, with so many of us, that's a lot of money!]

[Xu Ziyang: It's alright, not as expensive as you guys think. It's on me, don't worry.]

Many people in the group chimed in, some agreeing, some eager to try. They didn't have any bad intentions; they just thought that since Xu Ziyang was willing to be the sucker, going to Lanting for a meal would be a good opportunity for them to broaden their horizons.

Where else in life can you find such an opportunity?
Xu Ziyang, who was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his luxury apartment, sipping red wine and enjoying the night view, stared at the messages in the group chat, waiting for Song Youan to speak.

For quite some time, Song Youan did not reply to any messages.

asleep?

No way, who under 30 would go to bed at 10 o'clock?

After hesitating for a moment, Xu Ziyang directly tagged [@柚柚柚柚安: Yoo An, what do you say? Are you coming or not? I just saw you today, don't tell me you're not in Jinghai.]

Song Youan opened the message, glanced at it, and replied with two words, "Not going," without any expression.

Xu Ziyang's face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and as expected, his classmates all came out to watch the drama unfold.

[Who can draw this for me? What's going on?]

[No need for Li Hui: I think Xu Ziyang didn't really want to organize a class reunion; he just wanted to see You An, right?]

[The Picasso of the Academy of Fine Arts: His real intention wasn't the wine; if that pomelo doesn't go, will we still be able to eat at the Orchid Pavilion?]

This was followed by countless messages of laughter and mockery.

[Xu Ziyang: When have I, Xu Ziyang, ever gone back on my word? The gathering will proceed as usual, even if You'an doesn't attend.]

Right after sending this message in the group chat, Xu Ziyang immediately went to privately message Song Youan: "Really not coming? Give me the time of day!"

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Xu Ziyang: ? ? ? !!!
what?
He's been blocked!?

It's not about deleting; otherwise, a message saying the message was rejected will just pop up.

It's a complete blacklist, the kind where you're permanently blocked!

I need your monthly votes! I've been getting so few lately, who have you all voted for? TT