A Young Woman's Heart

"Is it on your way?" Sanhua Tongjue was exceptionally enthusiastic. "Would you like to come to our house for a visit?"

Mo Xueyao twitched the corner of her mouth: "'Our home' is alright... Ah, never mind, it's not good to disturb your private time."

"It's okay! Do you want to go see it?"

Huang Yuxi and Sanhua Tongjue are Chinese and Japanese, respectively, but they both speak with a stutter, which is quite similar.

Mo Xueyao looked at Li Wanyan, but the latter did not respond.

Huang Yuxi quickly added, "That's the closest! It's really interesting!"

A sunny smile spread across his face, as if it could dispel the cold rain.

"Get in the car quickly!" Sanhua Tongjue nodded vigorously, seemingly wanting Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan to see their home.

It's a pity Wang Jiale has already gone back today, otherwise she would definitely be very interested.

Unable to refuse such hospitality, Mo Xueyao could only nod in agreement. It was a good day, as the road was slippery from the rain, and taking a car would save her energy and prevent her socks and shoes from getting dirty.

Seeing that the two agreed to go together, Huang Yuxi's happiness was written all over his face. He opened the passenger door and let Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan go to the back seat from there.

Yes, this car only has two doors. If you want to get to the back seat, you have to squeeze in through the two side doors.

Surprisingly, the rear seats weren't too cramped.

Hmm... it's probably because of the cold weather; the cramped space actually feels warmer.

Although the car is short, it is quite tall, so it doesn't feel oppressive.

The car's windows were even electric, whereas my godfather's Santana had to be manually operated!

Mo Xueyao found it extremely strange and couldn't help but play with it up and down for a while, letting some raindrops drift into the car.

"What kind of car is this? I don't think I've ever seen it before..."

"Daihatsu Mira Gino~" Perhaps afraid that Mo Xueyao wouldn't understand Japanese, Mika Tongjue used English this time.

I still feel a bit confused.

"Daifa...? Miran Gino?"

“Yes!” Mika Tongjue, gripping the steering wheel, nodded vigorously.

This small car is just right for her to drive. If you put her in Mo Xueyao's father's van, it would probably seem quite out of place.

"Was this sent from Japan?"

"Yeah! Going through customs cost quite a bit of money!"

"Are taxes and fees very expensive?"

"Hmm... that's nothing."

Mo Xueyao immediately understood.

It means he went to "pull strings" or "grease palms".

She could only sigh in her heart, "It's so good to be rich."

This Daihatsu K-car was produced in 1999, and in 2001 it would still be considered a new model.

After all, only two years have passed.

There haven't been any major technological innovations in the last two years.

The advantage of this car is that it is small and agile, and the interior space is sufficient. The seats can even be folded down completely to make it suitable for sleeping.

The downside, of course, is the lack of power.

It's not even as powerful as those cheap motorcycles.

But it's sufficient for getting around the city.

It's much faster than an electric scooter, and it also provides shelter from the wind and rain.

“Back then, it was changed to left-hand drive,” Sanhua Tongjue explained with difficulty, “more than a month earlier!”

"Oh……"

Mo Xueyao felt that she understood, but it seemed that she didn't fully understand.

Fortunately, the road was really short. The car veered to the left halfway through, then turned right, and finally stopped at the downhill section near the cancer hospital.

This place is located quite low down, and it's still some distance from the noodle shop.

In the rainy night, the windows on the first floor of this small building were spotless, and orange-yellow lights shone inside, making it look particularly warm and inviting.

Seven or eight men were gathered together, watching one man shave another's head.

The ground was covered with hair of all colors.

The young man next to him had already shaved his head; his head was so bald it was almost reflective.

It felt like some kind of mysterious ritual was being performed...

"What are they doing?" Mo Xueyao asked curiously.

"I don't know..." Sanhua Tongjue also looked bewildered.

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Chapter 74 Can we borrow a piece of land?

“I don’t know…” Sanhua Tongjue stood outside the glass door, holding an umbrella, looking somewhat lost. Rainwater slid down the umbrella onto her shoulders before she suddenly came to her senses. “How strange.”

"Is this your house?"

"It is."

"Is it on the first floor too?"

"Yes, it's rented to them." Huang Yuxi nodded. She was present when the first floor was rented out that day.

"How much?" Mo Xueyao asked curiously.

Sanhua Tongjue was not short of money, so she did not charge rent, but instead used other conditions to rent out this shop, which was the same size as Lao Mo's noodle shop.

At this moment, Huang Yuxi followed Sanhua Tongjue, who had put away his umbrella, through the glass door and went inside. He pointed to the wall, indicating that Mo Xueyao should look here.

"Well……"

A colorful poster was pasted on the wall, clearly custom-made from a print shop.

At the very top are the four large characters "Rental Conditions".

The first clause is that no rent will be charged, but they will have to pay for their own water and electricity.

The second rule is that I have to clean the house every day, and I also have to help Sanhua Tongjue clean the rooms upstairs.

The third rule is that if there is anything important that requires their help, you must go.

The fourth rule is to help Sanhua Tongjue wipe the car every day.

Compared to the rent, this is really nothing.

The third one is the most troublesome, but I guess Sanhua Tongjue just means that they can come when they need someone to keep things under control.

Living in a country and city where she knew no one, this method of recruiting followers to protect her was the most convenient for her, given her wealthy background.

After all, her father had open dealings with the yakuza, which is not uncommon in Japan.

Because the gangs there are legal...

"Ah, the landlord is here!" The man who was smoking on the sofa quickly stood up, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, touched his shiny, shaved head, and greeted him respectfully.

"Just call me Sanhua Tongjue, or simply Tongjue." Sanhua Tongjue waved her hand. "It's best to smoke outside, though."

"Ah, yes, okay, okay." He nodded vigorously and emptied the cigarette butts and ash from his ashtray into the trash bag.

"Relax, what are you doing?" She took Huang Yuxi's hand and sat her down on the sofa placed against the wall.

The store has very little furniture, so it feels particularly spacious.

"Dyeing our hair back to black is too expensive, so we're planning to shave our heads and wait for our hair to grow back slowly."

“Oh~” Sanhua Tongjue nodded knowingly, even using a Chinese idiom, “Turning over a new leaf, is that right?”

"Ha, cough!" He scratched his bald head a little embarrassedly. "Yes!"

She nodded, then pointed to Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan: "These are my friends."

"It's me too, classmate..." Huang Yuxi chimed in. It was quite a case of the wife following her husband's lead.

"Hello everyone, my name is Mo Xueyao, and this is... uh... my cousin! Li Wanyan." Mo Xueyao introduced herself jokingly, making Li Wanyan shake her head helplessly. "My family runs a fruit shop and a noodle shop upstairs, it's called Lao Mo Fruit Shop and Lao Mo Noodle Shop. Feel free to go buy fruit or eat noodles sometime!"

"Ah, it's a pleasure to meet you!" The thin but robust young man spoke somewhat awkwardly in a polite manner. "My name is Wu Xiaoping! I'm the leader here."

The man who was giving someone a haircut, a big, white, chubby guy who looked to weigh at least 180 pounds, turned around and said: "Hello! My name is Zhou Yu Fan! Zhou Yu from the Three Kingdoms has a sail on his back!"

The others then introduced themselves to Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan.

"Li Zhixing." This was a young man dressed in white. At first glance, he had a bit of Mr. Xue's temperament, but when he smiled, the refreshing feeling disappeared without a trace, and he became greasy and sleazy.

"Zhu Zhimao." The man who introduced himself was about 1.65 meters tall and looked quite young, probably only in his early twenties. He looked very honest and had a slightly silly smile, which made him easy to approach.

The man whose head had been shaved also raised his head. His face was covered with pockmarks and acne scars, but he was quite tall. He seemed to stutter a little when he spoke: "E, E Yangxin."

The next one is one of only two men here with black hair, so he doesn't need to shave his head like the others.

He has a healthy tan, wears different shaped earrings on each earlobe, and wears clothes that jingle when he walks, with metal pendants everywhere, giving him a somewhat Japanese and Korean handsome guy vibe.

He gave Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan a hearty smile and waved his hand gently: "Ran Jinfang."

The last man had a buzz cut and hadn't dyed his hair. He was exceptionally thin, almost skin and bones.

He moved a stool and was writing something on the coffee table without even looking up at anyone else.

So Wu Xiaoping introduced him: "Well, his name is Tian Yuan. He's the most educated person around here. This kid is a college student, much better than us guys who dropped out of high school or even junior high."

"oh oh……"

"Let's look around. Well, the shop isn't set up yet. We're planning to buy some materials and make our own furniture to save money."

Mo Xueyao wasn't shy at all. Once inside the shop, she acted as if she were at home, and even dragged Li Wanyan around to look at everything.