I Only Care About Making Money And Not Love. I'm The Best Professional Simp!
Ch. 11 - Love is Often Feeling Indebted; Not Loving is Often Feeling Ripped Off

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Regret.

The party involved is currently feeling exceptionally regretful!

Lu Xing walked out of the Grand Theater in a daze, filled with remorse.

"How could I not have recorded it!"

Clips of Chi Yueshan singing opera are common, but this was the one and only time she sang "Ode to the Pear Blossom"!

Lu Xing got on the bus, annoyed with himself.

If he had filmed that clip of her singing, he could have sold it to her fans after she became famous!

And now look.

He wasted ten minutes and didn't get paid for it.

A total loss!

Even after getting on the bus, Lu Xing couldn't help but blame himself.

"It seems I'm still not working hard enough. I didn't even seize such a great money-making opportunity."

Ring ring ring.

The phone rang, and Lu Xing answered it.

"Hello?"

"It's me."

Lu Xing immediately sat up straight. This was the voice of the person who had originally hired him to watch Chi Yueshan sing.

He guessed Chi Yueshan must be next to the phone!

First, she put on that act of singing on stage, and now she's calling. What on earth does Chi Yueshan want?

Lu Xing let out a quiet sigh.

He'd been a professional simp for so long, and he truly felt that everyone was insane, just that some people's insanity was more subtle.

"Did you go to the opera today?"

"I did. I also wrote the short essay and handed it to Chi Yueshan personally."

The person on the other end said with satisfaction.

"That's good. I'm calling to tell you that I've already transferred the money to your account."

"Our transaction is over."

After this sentence was spoken, silence fell on both ends of the line.

Lu Xing's expression showed no surprise.

This is a business transaction, not a marriage. Do we have to be bound for life?

Besides,

Even in a marriage, it's not guaranteed to be with the same person forever!

Lu Xing nodded calmly.

"Okay. Is there anything else, boss?"

"You have nothing you want to say?"

The person on the other end was a bit surprised, not expecting Lu Xing's reaction to be so calm.

Something I want to say?

Lu Xing scratched his head in confusion, thought for a moment, and had a sudden realization.

"Thank you, boss?"

Is that what I'm supposed to say?

"You!"

Beep—

The person on the other end hung up angrily.

Lu Xing stared at the disconnected call screen, baffled.

"Psycho!"

"What's there to be angry about now?"

Isn't it good enough that I called him boss?!

【The next stop is Central Hospital. Passengers, please exit in an orderly manner and do not crowd.】

The bus arrived at the stop.

Lu Xing couldn't be bothered to think about these things anymore.

After receiving the notification that the money had arrived, he directly blocked the phone number, picked up his school bag, and got off the bus.

...

Haicheng Grand Theater, Backstage.

"Sis, he really said that."

Chi Shui's eyebrows were furrowed into a worried V-shape, looking like he was about to cry in the next second.

As his sister's most loyal servant...

He was naturally the one who had made that phone call.

Chi Yueshan, dressed in a moon-white qipao, was elegantly arranging her hair in front of the mirror. 

She acknowledged him with a sound.

"I know."

Chi Shui curiously poked his head over and asked her.

"Sis, do you think he'll come again next week?"

Chi Yueshan tied up her long hair with a hairpin, revealing an elegant smile.

"He will come."

Hiss.

Although her sister’s every frown and smile were spirited and beautiful, the hairs on Chi Shui's back still stood on end!

After all!

Having been with her for so many years, Chi Shui had long since recognized the reality.

This sister of his was a devil with an elegant exterior and a black-bellied interior!

Every time she showed this smile, it meant someone was about to have bad luck.

"But he seemed a little too calm on the phone, don't you think?"

Chi Yueshan stood up gracefully. She glanced at Chi Shui and said calmly.

"When I used to hit you when we were little, you would always cry after ten minutes."

The childhood trauma struck, and Chi Shui instantly shrank his neck.

But he also understood.

"Sis, you mean that kid is so sad he's gone stupid?"

Chi Yueshan nodded lightly.

Chi Shui slapped his thigh hard, startling Chi Yueshan, who smacked him on the back with her fan.

"What are you being so jumpy for?"

His back stung from the hit. Chi Shui hissed in pain as he said, "It's because I get it now! I also think he'll come again!"

"I was watching him from backstage when you were singing. The way he looked at you, tsk tsk tsk, it was very... that."

After reasoning with his smooth brain, Chi Shui came to a conclusion.

"That kid definitely likes you!"

"Hmph, hmph, the thought of him having to write that short essay next week without getting paid makes me want to laugh."

Chi Yueshan glanced at him.

"You're about to take your college entrance exams, right? If you sprinkle rice on the answer sheet, a chicken would have a higher accuracy rate than you."

Chi Shui fell silent.

Chi Shui became withdrawn.

Chi Shui refused to communicate.

"But sis, why do you have to pick on that kid? He looks quite green and honest!"

Chi Yueshan draped a long cloak over her qipao, and with light, lotus-like steps, she left the backstage area.

Why?

She couldn't quite explain it either.

It was just that the gaze of the boy in the rain that day had been too peaceful and serene.

She wanted to see if the boy's heart was just as firm and clear.

But now it seemed...

He was nothing special.

So boring.

...

Central Hospital.

Inpatient Department.

The walls of a hospital have heard more prayers than a church.

As a doctor who dealt with patients every day, Zhang Yue was already used to seeing the worried faces of patients and their families.

Therefore,

During her rounds, when she heard a rare, hearty laugh coming from a hospital room, she was infected by it and her lips curled up in a smile.

She pushed the door open and entered.

Two old men were chatting away.

Grandpa Li said with envy.

"Old Zhao, you're a real survivor!"

"You didn't die from the burns back then, and you're not dead now that you have cancer!"

Old Zhao chuckled smugly and said proudly.

"That's because I have a good, obedient grandson. It's no use being jealous!"

Grandpa Li rolled his eyes, but still couldn't help but wonder.

"How come I didn't get a good grandson like Lu Xing? My grandson only knows how to piss me off!"

"Last time he stepped on my oxygen tube, he almost sent me off!"

"It must be because you've done more good deeds that God gave you a grandson like Lu Xing."

Old Zhao smugly agreed.

"That's right!"

"I can't have children, and my wife and I had nothing to do, so we thought of opening an orphanage."

"Who would have thought the orphanage would catch fire and almost burn me to death! I finally recovered from the burns, and then I got fucking cancer!"

"Sigh, thankfully I have my Lu Xing, my good, obedient grandson. He's talented, he can even make money by writing novels."

"That kid Lu Xing has it tough too. Other kids only have to go to school, but he has to use all his time to write novels to make money."

"I already told him I don't want treatment, but my good grandson Lu Xing said if I don't get treated, he'll go with me."

"You tell me, this kid! He's so stubborn!"

Old Zhao seemed to be saying Lu Xing was stubborn, but the pride in his eyes was impossible to hide.

So what if he had no children of his own his whole life?

God gave him a good, obedient grandson! That's better than anything!

Grandpa Li sighed.

"Lu Xing loves you, his grandpa. He would feel indebted if he didn't give you the best medicine."

"My own son doesn't love me. He gives me the most basic medicine and still feels like he's losing money."

"No filial son remains by the bedside of a long-term invalid, but Lu Xing has taken care of you for three whole years!"

"Amazing! That kid Lu Xing is a real man!"

"Hehe, Old Zhao, can I discuss something with you?"

Old Zhao closed his eyes and covered his ears.

"If you're thinking of setting up your granddaughter with my good grandson, you can forget about it right now!"

Grandpa Li persistently recommended his own granddaughter to Old Zhao.

Unexpectedly, Old Zhao scolded him for reciting the scriptures, which really pissed Grandpa Li off! 

(TL: The idiom 王八念经 (wángbā niànjīng), "a turtle chanting scriptures," means to talk nonsense that no one wants to listen to.)

"Time for rounds."

Zhang Yue listened at the door for a while, then walked into the room with a smile.

Grandpa Li was unconvinced and asked Zhang Yue again.

"Dr. Zhang, you tell me, are my granddaughter and that kid Lu Xing a good match?"

Zhang Yue said, "Grandpa, people are free to choose their own partners now."

But in her mind, Lu Xing's face unconsciously appeared.

Three years ago, the private orphanage run by Old Zhao caught fire.

Old Zhao saved all the children, but he himself was badly burned and was later diagnosed with cancer.

At that time, there was a silent and greenhorn kid in the crowd, about fifteen years old, not even as tall as Zhang Yue.

She heard he was also an orphan adopted by Old Zhao, named Lu Xing.

But in the following three years, that kid grew up at a rapid pace, and single-handedly held up the sky for Old Zhao!

No one had expected it.

In the end.

Old Zhao's life was actually snatched back from the hands of King Yama by this little brat, Lu Xing!

Over the years, Old Zhao's medical expenses were countless.

Zhang Yue couldn't imagine where a little brat could have earned so much money!

Lu Xing told Old Zhao that he was writing novels, but Zhang Yue felt the credibility was not high.

She was more inclined to believe that Lu Xing was doing things in some gray areas.

Some perverts really liked greenhorn, handsome young boys like Lu Xing!

Seeing the pride on Old Zhao's face whenever he mentioned his grandson, Zhang Yue sighed softly.

A rope always breaks at its thinnest point; misfortune only finds the unlucky.

Poor Lu Xing.

Thinking of Lu Xing's always sunny and positive smile, Zhang Yue couldn't help but curse.

"Why isn't it those damn perverts who get into trouble!"

Achoo!

Song Junzhu, who was at her desk organizing college entrance exam questions, sneezed several times in a row.

She thought for a moment and said proudly.

"Hmph."

"It must be that kid Lu Xing thinking about me."

He loves me so much!