Proud of Qing Chen

Shadow had a good dream.

But he did not dream of Li Bingxi and Chen Yu.

Instead, he dreamed of Qing Chen and his father.

In the dream, he was not Shadow, but a worker on a renovation crew.

His father was not the Qing family head either, but the foreman of the renovation crew.

Qing Chen was not an Inner World Time Walker sent to the Outer World for beta testing, but an outstanding seventeen-year-old student preparing to get into the Federation's Qinghe University.

He had heard that a girl had written Qing Chen a love letter just the day before yesterday. His father found it, tore it to pieces, and told him to study properly instead of thinking about anything else.

During the day, Shadow and his father worked as carpenters in the Upper Third District, installing ceilings and wall panels for rich people.

While eating a protein bar, his father would say, "These rich people really have money to burn. They actually nail such expensive boards onto their walls."

They sweated profusely at construction sites, covered in sawdust and dirt, but they did not need to think about power struggles.

During breaks, Shadow would sit at the site and count on his fingers, calculating when he would save enough for the down payment on a home in District 5.

As his father cut wooden boards, he looked at him and asked, "How much more do you need?"

Shadow smiled. "A little over two hundred thousand. Two more years of work and I'll have enough."

His father was silent for a long time. "I'll lend you two hundred thousand first, then deduct it from your wages afterward. Ning Xiu hasn't had it easy either. She could have made so much money, could have found herself a rich man,