Now that they've all been reborn, who wouldn't be living life to the fullest?

After an hour-long massage, Su Yifeng sat up and stretched his shoulders.

Although Mu Yurou's technique was clumsy, her soft little hands and her trembling focus were quite interesting.

He picked up the 100,000 yuan from the coffee table and stuffed it into the hand of Mu Yurou, who was still somewhat dazed.

"Here, five hundred per session, one hour per session. Payment will be made per session. This 100,000 is my prepayment."

Su Yifeng said calmly, "So, subtracting one hour from today, we still owe 199 hours."

Holding the heavy 100,000 yuan in cash, Mu Yurou felt as if she were holding a red-hot iron, which made her panic.

One hundred and ninety-nine hours... This means that for a very long time, she will have to...

"Are you sure you don't want to invite your sister along?"

Su Yifeng seemed to see through her thoughts, and brought up the old matter again, his tone persuasive and encouraging:

"If two people go together, it'll cost two thousand each time. Just twenty times and the debt will be cleared."

"No...no need!"

Mu Yurou shook her head violently, as if pricked by a needle. She could handle this kind of thing by herself.

"Thank you, Boss Su! I... I can manage on my own! I'll take good care of myself... Thank you!"

Her so-called "gratitude" naturally refers to the timely completion of the 199 hours of massage.

Su Yifeng smiled noncommittally: "Alright, whatever you want. Now that you have the money, go do what you need to do. I'll have Li Jiaying let you know next time you need a massage."

"Okay...okay, Mr. Su."

Feeling like she'd been granted a pardon, Mu Yurou changed out of her maid outfit, clutched the money tightly, and practically fled the room that had filled her with pressure and shame.

Leaving the club, the sunlight outside was a bit dazzling. Mu Yurou stood on the street, looking at the 100,000 yuan wrapped in newspaper in her arms, her feelings extremely complicated.

Thank goodness?

Yes, after all, Grandma's medical expenses are finally covered.

humiliation?

Yes, after all, I had to wear a maid outfit... and this was only my first massage.

Mu Yurou shook her head vigorously. Now was not the time to think about these things; saving her grandmother was the priority!

Rushing to the hospital, she handed over 50,000 yuan at the payment window with trembling hands.

Watching the toll collector count the money and print out the payment receipt, Mu Yurou finally felt a little relieved.

She deposited the remaining 50,000 yuan into her own bank account. This was for her grandmother's continued nutrition and rehabilitation expenses, and it was absolutely forbidden to touch it.

Upon arriving at the ward, the parents immediately surrounded him, their eyes filled with urgency and an indescribable gleam.

"Yu Rou, have you... have you raised the money?" her mother asked in a low voice, her eyes involuntarily glancing into her bag.

"Yes, I handed it in." Mu Yurou nodded, not wanting to say more.

"Where did you get the money? You're a student, where did you get so much money?" Her father stared at her, his tone scrutinizing.

Mu Yurou lowered her head, avoiding her father's gaze: "I...I borrowed it from a classmate."

"Boys or girls?" the mother immediately asked, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible expectation.

"...A man." Mu Yurou's voice was even lower.

Sure enough, a hint of joy flashed across the parents' faces.

Her mother then grabbed her hand and spoke to her warmly:

"A man? Oh my! We'll have to bring him back for a meal next time! We really need to thank him properly! He's been such a big help!"

They automatically assumed that their daughter had hooked up with a rich male classmate, which was fantastic news for them, who were hoping their daughter would "marry well" to improve their family's financial situation.

The grandmother, lying in her hospital bed, couldn't bear to watch any longer. Weak but angry, she snapped, "You two, get out! The money's been paid, why are you asking so many questions!"

The parents looked a little embarrassed, gave an awkward smile, and made an excuse to slip out of the ward.

Only the grandfather and grandson remained in the ward.

Grandma looked at her granddaughter with heartache through her cloudy eyes, took her hand, and carefully examined her face: "Rou Rou, tell Grandma the truth, was this money... obtained cleanly? Were you bullied?"

Looking at her grandmother's concerned eyes, Mu Yurou felt a lump in her throat and shook her head, forcing back her tears.

"No, Grandma, it really was borrowed. I... I wasn't bullied."

At least for now, we haven't been bullied in the worst way.

Grandma carefully observed her granddaughter's expression, and only after confirming that she didn't seem to be lying did she feel slightly relieved, but she still spoke earnestly:

"Rou Rou, Grandma's old bones have lived long enough. If treating this illness requires my granddaughter to suffer, then Grandma would rather die right now! Do you hear me?"

"Grandma! Don't talk nonsense!"

Mu Yurou finally couldn't hold back her tears and they fell: "You'll definitely get better! This money... this money really is a loan, I'll find a way to pay it back!"

Grandma sighed. She knew her granddaughter well; she was gentle by nature, but stubborn and strong-willed at heart.

She didn't press for details about the money's origin, but simply asked, "Does Xueqing know about this?"

"I...I don't know yet." Mu Yurou wiped away her tears.

"You two sisters, your parents can't be relied on. No matter what happens in the future, you must discuss it together, understand?"

Grandma held her hand, her strength weak but her grip firm and unwavering.

"Yes, I know, Grandma. I'll find a chance to tell her." Mu Yurou agreed verbally, but in her heart she was thinking that she would keep it a secret for as long as possible.

Her younger sister, Xueqing, was even colder and more headstrong than her. If she had known that Xueqing borrowed money in this way...

I'll most likely face it together with her...

The sisters were born in a remote town south of the city. Their parents were in poor health and could only do some handicrafts to barely support the family. They always lived a very frugal life.

The tuition fees for university were covered by student loans for impoverished students and subsidies from teacher training colleges, while their living expenses were entirely earned through part-time jobs.

During high school, her parents, who already favored boys over girls, thought that girls' education was useless, even though they had good grades. They even considered having them drop out of school and get married so that they could get more dowry money to improve their lives.

It was the grandmother's threat of suicide, coupled with the parents' calculations that their daughter, who had gone to university, could be "sold" for a better price in the future, that forced them to barely finish high school and then rely on student loans to go to university.

They knew very well that if it weren't for a kind teacher who repeatedly worked on their parents and their grandmother's support, they would have been in trouble.

They are probably like many of their junior high school classmates who didn't even get into high school; they've already gotten married, and some of them are even mothers.

Grandma looked at her granddaughter's stubborn yet fragile appearance, and she knew exactly what was going on.

She knew the money was hard-earned, but she also trusted her granddaughter's character and believed she wouldn't easily demean herself.

Those families who hope to sell their daughters often raise daughters who go to two extremes: either they despise themselves or they become increasingly self-respecting and self-loving.

The two sisters, Mu Yurou and Mu Xueqing, clearly belong to the latter category.

"Go on, go do your thing. Grandma's tired, go take a nap." Grandma closed her eyes and said no more.

Mu Yurou tucked the blanket around her grandmother. Looking at her grandmother's haggard face, she secretly vowed that no matter what, she would cure her grandmother's illness.

As for those 199 hours... let's take it one step at a time.

She quietly left the ward, already pondering whether she should secretly watch massage instructional videos and read books during her next massage to learn more professionally.

This way... might make him more satisfied, and... might also make me less embarrassed?

The thought startled her, and her cheeks instantly turned hot.

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