—Fortunately, my savings are almost ten million now.
Song Zhou: There's so much money in your account. Do you have any plans for it?
—Not for now. Do you have any suggestions? Curious JPG
Song Zhou: If it were an ordinary person, this would be the time to find a reliable investment project and start learning financial management.
—I'm fine either way. Saving it is fine too. I can't be bothered to fuss with it.
Looking at the words on his phone, Lu Ao's ears suddenly reddened. Slowly, he added: I don't know how to do any of that. Will you help manage the household finances?
This was already a very subtle confession. Lu Ao gripped his phone, his knuckles turning slightly white.
On the screen, the tiny words "The other party is typing..." stood out with particular clarity. Lu Ao held his breath and waited for an answer.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds. By the fifth second, Song Zhou's message had already arrived: Don't be lazy.
At that moment, Lu Ao did not know what he felt. It was as though a taut string had suddenly snapped, and the air outside the window began to flow again. The chirping of cicadas and croaking of frogs filled his ears.
He tossed his phone onto the bed and flung himself backward, his back hitting the mattress with a dull thud.
His probe had failed.
He did not know whether Song Zhou had no feelings for him, or simply had not seen through his intentions at all.
It was also possible that Song Zhou was simply a straight man and had never considered things in that direction.
That night, Lu Ao was thoroughly rattled. He tossed and turned in bed for most of the night without falling asleep, then