Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 939 - 940 Toxic Fatherly Love 72

Wu Hao walked out of the studio, habitually looked up and saw Zhang Yu sitting at the spot where they had just been drinking tea.

"The difference is stark." Looking at the luxury cars parked nearby, he figured one of them must belong to Zhang Yu.

Meanwhile, he was still driving his small electric scooter. Despite earning quite a bit of money, fewer and fewer of his colleagues at his workplace didn’t drive cars. Complaints about the shortage of parking spaces were becoming more frequent.

Every time he heard the complaints, Wu Hao just listened quietly. The topic felt distant from him; he couldn’t even fathom when he’d be able to afford a car.

Suddenly, he thought that if Wu Jian didn’t go to college, it might actually be a good thing for him.

Even if Wu Jian would still need to live at home, there wouldn’t be tuition costs or pocket money to cover—Wu Jian could become self-reliant.

As for household expenses, Wu Hao planned to eat at the work cafeteria, which would help save on the family’s food expenses significantly.

Thinking about this cheered him up. If Wu Jian couldn’t get into college, so be it. After all, even if Wu Jian did go to college, the money he’d earn later wouldn’t improve Wu Hao’s situation much.

Having thought it through, Wu Hao became indifferent to Wu Jian escaping classes later in the semester.

In the past, hearing about such behavior would prompt him to sternly lecture Wu Jian, forbidding him to skip classes again.

Now, he’d simply make a brief remark, without any real authority to enforce it.

Wu Min noticed the change in Wu Hao—complete apathy. On the other hand, Wu Jian remained as unconcerned and carefree as ever.

With a sigh, Wu Min thought, whether it was Wu Hao or Wu Jian, neither of them understood the consequences of their actions.

Forget it, since she couldn’t make sense of it, she had no desire to dwell on it. She’d just focus on taking care of herself.

Of course, Wu Jian knew he’d been skipping classes excessively lately, but he didn’t care—he truly didn’t care.

He was busy now: busy starting a business, busy making money.

It didn’t matter to him whether Wu Hao or Zhang Yu helped him out—he didn’t need them. He, being such a smart person, certainly wouldn’t struggle for long.

The articles he’d published exploring restaurants already had people leaving comments, eagerly anticipating his next reviews.

That genuinely thrilled Wu Jian; it felt like a solid start. He even deliberately looked back at Zhang Yu’s first article; her comments at the time were pitifully few.

His launch had exceeded Zhang Yu’s, and his future prospects were bound to surpass hers.

He’d already planned it out: once he earned enough money, he’d rent an apartment and move out to live with his girlfriend. Just imagining that life made him happy.

Immersed in the joy of making money, Wu Jian had completely forgotten about his identity as a high school senior, spending every day busy funding his restaurant exploration.

No, no—he was just a small-time player. Even when he revealed to the restaurant owners that he was a food blogger, he received no special treatment.

Not a single complimentary dessert was offered. How could he expect them to waive charges or give discounts?

Exploring restaurants cost a lot too. Even if he avoided expensive places, the tab for two could easily come to three to five hundred yuan—exhausting.

When would he finally start making money? Lying on his bed, Wu Jian thought helplessly.

If meals didn’t cost money, he could save a lot in terms of expenses. But the key issue was that he hadn’t reached that level—not a well-known food blogger, nor someone with a large number of followers.

Wu Min heard Wu Jian sighing again and couldn’t hold back. She tossed her pen aside and said, "Wu Jian, are you crazy? Why are you sighing nonstop?"

"If you’re going to keep sighing, go outside!" Wu Min snapped angrily.

"This is my room too. You don’t want to take the college entrance exam, but I do." Wu Min said furiously, "If you’ve got a path to riches, why are you even back home?"

A path to riches? Wu Jian panicked immediately, "What? I don’t have any path to riches!"

He wasn’t rich yet. He couldn’t let the word get out; otherwise, Wu Hao, the stingy one, would surely demand a cut.

Seeing Wu Jian’s anxious expression, Wu Min snorted coldly, "We don’t know for sure, but you’re being way too arrogant. You’ve become a food blogger, and your photo is out there—people saw it."

"Ah?" Wu Jian instantly understood which article she was talking about. He’d heard before that letting readers see he was a young and handsome guy could attract more viewers.

It had worked well—many people left comments saying they’d like to see more pictures of him.

What he didn’t expect was for his classmates to have found out. If his classmates knew, then surely his teacher would find out as well.

Shaking nervously, Wu Jian asked, "Did Dad find out?"

Wu Min made a sound of acknowledgment, "The teacher called Dad. Since you’re already an adult, he said you can handle your own matters."

Wu Hao had originally been planning how to bring up this matter with Wu Jian, but unexpectedly, Wu Min had already introduced the topic.

Softly knocking on the door, then entering with permission, Wu Hao said, "I heard from your teacher that you’ve already been publishing articles online about restaurants. I checked them out—they’ve got lots of comments and good traffic."

"Xiao Jian, now that you’re making money, when will you move out?"

"Otherwise, you’ll disturb Xiao Min’s preparation for the college entrance exam." Wu Hao had long wished to see Wu Jian leave, but there hadn’t been a way to make it happen.

Now that he knew Wu Jian was earning money and didn’t plan to take the exam, he suggested he move out directly.

Wu Jian had thought about many ways Wu Hao could try to take his money, but he never expected Wu Hao to ask him to leave.

"You want me to leave?" Wu Jian stared at Wu Hao in disbelief.

Wu Hao nodded, "Yes, leave."

"You don’t plan to take the entrance exam; staying home only stirs up trouble—how can your sister prepare properly?" Wu Hao said coldly.

"You can stay if you want." Despite being his son, Wu Hao still had a trace of reluctance, "You can stay, but you’re not allowed to disturb Xiao Min."

"If your sister complains again about you interrupting her studying, you leave immediately."

"No second chances." After leaving these words, Wu Hao turned and walked away.

Wu Jian was stunned, dumbfounded as he watched Wu Hao walk away.

Wu Min, seeing Wu Jian’s slack-jawed state, said, "Didn’t you hear what Dad just said?"

Wu Jian looked at her smug expression, clenched his fists, but ultimately turned and sat down at his desk, staring at his computer.

He searched for restaurants with unique features in City S, desperate to find something—desperate to make money fast, so he could move out and stop dealing with their faces.

But with no money on hand, how could he afford rent, let alone utilities?

Wu Min noticed Wu Jian’s displeased expression out of the corner of her eye but didn’t pay it any mind, continuing to study.

With the college entrance exam approaching, she couldn’t afford to waste time. Despite all her efforts, the gap between her and other students remained significant.

Even if she managed to get into a first-tier university, it would only be an ordinary one. She felt deeply unwilling but knew she had no choice.

Wu Jian glared at the information he’d pulled up, his face growing red with anger. "Why is it so expensive?"

The restaurants he reviewed were mostly those his girlfriend wanted to try. Though he spent money, he rationalized that publishing posts about them could eventually earn him profits.

But whether he’d actually make money remained uncertain. What he knew for sure was that he was spending endless amounts at the moment.

Even with all his effort at part-time jobs, the money he earned wasn’t much.

Suddenly, he remembered a private message someone had sent him online—it was about a high-paying job offer.

In the past, Wu Jian wouldn’t have clicked to view such things, knowing full well there was no free lunch in the world.

But now, needing money badly, he couldn’t ignore it anymore.