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Returning to the shared apartment with Qin Yi, everything that Jiang Yizhou had left behind, which she originally didn't want, she has now "recycled" in her own way.
Feeling his lingering presence, Li Yue couldn't allow herself to fantasize about anything. The habits formed due to her family's circumstances were not her own; no matter how much she desired them, she couldn't seek them out. She had always firmly believed in the teachings of her mother, who raised her while bearing the heavy burden of losing her husband.
This bedroom was particularly cold and gloomy. The window faced north and was completely blocked by the crown of a tree, making it even colder than it would be otherwise.
She never understood why Jiang Yizhou chose such a room. Was it out of courtesy for a lady? He didn't seem like someone who cared much for that; he appeared indifferent as he took on burdens himself.
Perhaps there were no other options?
Maybe he liked this damp and chilly feeling?
In any case... she found it quite pleasant.
"What’s wrong with you? Lying in bed without covering yourself, aren’t you cold?" Qin Yi returned to the apartment, saw Li Yue's door half-open, and walked in to cover her with a blanket. "I've been living with you; let’s treat this place as a storage room. It’s so dark here without sunlight; it must be uncomfortable!"
Li Yue gently pushed Qin Yi's hand off her shoulder and smiled in refusal. "I think it's quite nice here—quiet and cool—except for needing to keep the blanket tightly wrapped."
"You’re just like Jiang Yizhou; he also likes it quiet and cool. When it gets hot, he can't sit still as if he's on fire. In winter, he likes to turn on the electric heater and sleep on a cool mat. It's quite strange!" Qin Yi sensed that Li Yue still had some concern for him, intentionally or not bringing up more about Jiang Yizhou.
"Really?"
...
Having received money for bus fare, Aunt San didn’t head home right away. She ordered a cola at a fast-food restaurant and waited until Mao Ya left the internet café with money and an IOU before quietly heading nearby.
Feeling that there was no one inside the house, she boldly peeked in and saw her daughter coming out of the bathroom, which was located near the internet café—a detail that hadn’t been properly addressed during their separation.
She immediately stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Xiaojuan's arm. "Shh, it's Mom!"
Jiang Xiaojuan's pretty face turned a bit pale from fear. Facing her mother alone was her greatest dread. In front of outsiders, her mother could still maintain some decorum, but at home, there were no reservations. After all, she was her only close relative.
"Mom, why haven't you left yet?" Jiang Xiaojuan asked in a flustered manner, her thoughts spilling out unexpectedly.
Aunt San smacked her daughter's head and scolded fiercely, "It's just the money for a train ticket! Am I not supposed to eat? What if I starve halfway? You're my only daughter, and you share my surname. I feel like I've wasted my effort raising you! I might as well leave you with those two old geezers!"
The "old geezers" referred to Jiang Xiaojuan's maternal grandparents. Her father lived in a village over twenty miles away from where Jiang Yizhou resided, a village mostly populated by people with the surname Bai, which included her father. Her mother's name was Jiang Qingyu.
Initially, her mother made quite a scene because rumors spread before her husband passed away. The elderly couple believed that this girl might not even be their biological granddaughter and had Aunt San, who was a distant relative of Jiang Yizhou, take her away.
Jiang Qingyu didn't take her daughter away to pamper her; instead, she made her work. Most of the household chores fell on Jiang Xiaojuan, and being scolded or beaten was an everyday occurrence.
Jiang Xiaojuan remained silent, enduring her mother's tirades.
Once Jiang Qingyu had vented enough anger, she began to think about her daughter's wages. "I've calculated the expenses on that account; you must have quite a bit left. Where is it? My good daughter, give it all to Mom, and I'll treat you well from now on!"
As for whether "treating well" meant affection or pain, Jiang Xiaojuan knew the difference. However, it was surprising that her mother was trying to win her over. In the past, when trying to get her to send all her money back home through letters, her mother had said many nice things, but Jiang Xiaojuan didn't have much of a direct impression of that.
Her mother was being nice to her for money...
A certain thought began to sprout in Jiang Xiaojuan's mind as she suppressed an inexplicable excitement and cautiously replied, "I do have a little... but Sister Ya is keeping it safe for me."
"What authority does she have?" The anger from earlier flared up in Jiang Qingyu again. "No way! We must get that money back!"
Seeing her daughter with her head down and silent, Jiang Qingyu asked worriedly about Mao Ya's return. "Jiang Xiaojuan, tell Mom where the money is hidden."
Given the connection with Jiang Yizhou, even though they had long been estranged, they still shared the same surname. Besides, they lived so close; as long as they weren't caught taking it away, she could let her daughter take the blame later. After all, how could her nephew possibly turn her in?
It would be best if Jiang Xiaojuan found the money smoothly since it was indeed hidden by herself. This part hadn't been sent back home either; it was one of the changes she made after experiencing the world. However, she preferred this attitude from her mother; as long as she could give her mother money, they should be able to get along well!
“Hey, Larry Page, where are we going to have fun tonight? We just got the new car, we definitely need to… b… bss!” Sergey saw Jiang Yizhou leaning on the hood of their new car and suddenly felt a bit anxious. The premise for receiving this investment was to complete the search engine before Christmas.
However, these two guys, if I may call them that, although they were already PhDs from Stanford, had plans to enjoy themselves with the hundred thousand dollars in cash they had received. This "few" does not refer to a single-digit number in Chinese but rather to some in English.
“By the way, I find your idea very interesting, so I want to get involved too. For this, I spent a week’s worth of nighttime gaming hours to complete a plan. Can I invite you to take a look at it?”
“Tony, about that, we actually…” Larry Page gave up on making excuses. “Alright, I admit we haven’t made any progress at all. We hope bss can bring us some advancement!”
“Great! Then let’s hop into this new car you developed and check out your garage!” Jiang Yizhou didn’t care about those details; perhaps he even hoped they would make more foolish mistakes so he could have a greater chance of joining the founding team.
It wasn’t until 1999 when they repeatedly tried to sell Google without success and realized that this thing seemed to have good prospects that the two big shots began to seriously regard it as their career.
“Larry Page, are you really going to show him our garage and the Lego server?” Sergey asked. They were currently renting a garage at a friend’s house in Menlo Park.
“Otherwise, how are you going to pay him back the hundred thousand dollars?” After buying the car and shopping for fun, the two were thrilled to spend money but then started worrying when facing investors.
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