She Only Cares About Cultivation-Chapter 1031 - 875: Super Star 49 (2000)

Why is it necessary to have lavish feasts for the New Year? Her family’s meals were good year-round. Whenever she had the time, she would select ingredients from the supermarket. If she found something suitable and cheap, she would stock up, store it in the space, where it neither expired nor spoiled, keeping it fresh for whenever they wanted to eat. Why should she go through the trouble of jostling with crowds during the New Year, when prices were sky-high?

When it was just the two of them, they usually had two dishes and a soup. If she was in a good mood, she’d make a couple of cold dishes too. The mix of meat and vegetables was already balanced and nutritious, so there was no need to be so fixated on whether it was New Year or not.

But deep down, the Chinese valued the Spring Festival, so she would also buy some Spring Festival couplets and festive decorations to adorn her house and would drag the lazy Ling Yao to help clean the house.

Since Dai Jiuarong’s ten million was deposited, she added it to the previous ten million, along with over eighty thousand saved in the past six months, a total of 22 million, all put into a one-year fixed deposit.

Starting January this year, there was no so-called living allowance every month, and the channel fees had significantly decreased. Previously, it would be five or six hundred thousand, even seven or eight hundred thousand every six months. Now, getting two or three hundred thousand was considered decent, and unlike before when it was distributed every six months, sometimes it was annually, or even delayed up to a year and a half. After Hua Yan deposited the 22 million, she was left with just about one hundred thousand yuan on hand.

In May 2015, the Zidong Garden was ready for move-in. She didn’t renovate her unit but directly handed it over to a management company at a rate of five thousand yuan per month. Despite handing it over to the company, which had a good reputation as a chain, all contracts signed were formal, for a one-year term, with a rental income of 60,000 yuan and a 10,000 yuan deposit, totaling seventy thousand yuan.

The rent for the three small apartments wasn’t increased either, as the one-year lease term hadn’t ended yet, remaining at 2,500 per month. The second quarter’s payment was made in August, and the third quarter’s in October, all included in that 22 million income.

The house in Zidong Garden was handed over for management because she didn’t have time for renovations. Moreover, the company was reputable, and the 110-square-meter house could be slightly modified and rented out to multiple people, which was the current co-rental model.

On the 28th day of the Lunar New Year, after Hua Yan leveled up to Level 63 and out, she looked at the house cleaned after Level 62 and found it already very clean. There was no need to fuss over it anymore. Ling Yao noted the households were sun-drying sausages, so to follow suit, they went to the vegetable market before the New Year’s closing, bought some sausage casings, and with pork stored in the space, took it to make sausages at home.

But before she and Ling Yao could get busy, there was a knock on the door?

As Ling Yao looked at her in confusion, Hua Yan’s heart was also in a daze. Ever since Ning Hao returned home, no one had knocked on their door, and she didn’t have relatives.

When something unusual happens, there’s typically a reason. Hua Yan immediately gestured for Ling Yao to keep quiet, then took off her shoes and walked barefoot to the door, looking outside through the crack.

The person outside sent a shock through her. Seeing the visitor, she abruptly looked back at Ling Yao.

Ling Yao, thinking something had happened, hurried over, raising an eyebrow at her: "What’s the matter?"

Hua Yan furrowed her eyebrows, looked through the peephole again, then pulled Ling Yao into the bedroom: "It’s Hua Guoqiang, he got out of prison six months early!"

Ling Yao’s eyes widened: "Your scumbag father still has the face to come and find you? Doesn’t he have any shame?"

Hua Yan sneered, "We just don’t open the door. I may not be able to confront him, but I can avoid him. I’d recognize that ghastly look of his even if he turned to dust."

The person in the peephole wore a baseball cap and had a very simple outfit. Although he was alone, his features not only haunted her but also left a permanent scar on the original owner, so in this life, Hua Yan wanted no ties with him whatsoever.

But, during this New Year, why did he come here?

Hua Yan took out her phone and couldn’t resist calling Dai Jiuarong, but on the other end, there was just an indication that the phone was off. They hadn’t been in contact in the past six months, and she had no idea where the woman was now, but since she couldn’t reach her and the phone was off, it likely meant she had left Beijing before things went south.

Hua Guoqiang got out early, couldn’t find that woman, and was probably too embarrassed to return to his hometown with a criminal record. So thinking of his daughter during this time was understandable, but, ha, he probably forgot who actually raised his daughter. There was no affection left for this man who only contributed a little sperm.

The person outside the door knocked for about half an hour, but Hua Yan never opened it. Eventually, the neighbor across the hall asked, "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"

"Looking for my daughter, is she home?" Hua Guoqiang’s voice carried a slightly hoarse and dark tone.

The neighbor across the hall froze for a moment, then her expression changed to one of realization, "You’re that wife-murderer, the reformatory convict, right?"

The female neighbor was pulled back by her male neighbor after she spoke, but she looked back and glared at him disdainfully.

"What are you afraid of? It’s not like he can run me over too, huh? Why, did I say anything wrong calling him a convict? Let’s see him try and stop me! And he still dares to come looking here? You should leave. Your daughter doesn’t live here. Even if she did, she wouldn’t open the door for you. People like you shouldn’t have descendants, huh, what a bunch of crap!"

The female neighbor slammed the door shut, leaving behind the man in a black down jacket, his face overshadowed under the brim of his hat.

Before the convict could turn around, the female neighbor opened the door again: "Leave now, or I’ll call the police. A person like you lingering here scares me. I’m good friends with Yan Yue, and seeing you reminds me of how Yan Yue died. How do you have the audacity to come here? Get lost now, or I’ll call the police!"

Hua Guoqiang stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the female neighbor until she felt a bit creepy. When she did, her husband suddenly pulled her behind him, defiantly blocking Hua Guoqiang’s sinister gaze: "Leave now, or we really will call the police!"

The male neighbor waved the phone in his hand, the threat evident. Hua Guoqiang unwillingly glanced back at the tightly shut security door and finally chose to press the elevator button.

The male neighbor, watching him enter the elevator, turned to his wife, breathing a sigh of relief and said.

"You tigress, why are you so bold? A guy like that has no humanity, especially considering he was in prison, mingling with all sorts of people. Even if he was the boss of a big company before prison, who knows if his mind hasn’t twisted over the years? Be careful in the future!"

Inside, Hua Yan felt thankful to her uncle and aunt across the hallway, planning to buy them a gift to show gratitude. Meanwhile, Ling Yao, looking down from the balcony, happened to see Hua Guoqiang lift his head. He quickly stepped back and looked at Hua Yan with a frown: "Your scumbag dad is quite troublesome!"