Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 39 - No House Supporting Female Character 39_1

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After a satisfying meal, Zhang Yu bought some fruit on her way home and stopped by the vegetable store at the entrance of the residential complex to scoop up some discounted vegetables.

Once home, she quickly did some cleaning and then started marinating the beef, planning to stew it before going to bed.

“Tomorrow morning, I’ll just have a simple beef noodle soup for breakfast,” Zhang Yu thought that keeping breakfast simple was better.

With the beef stewing away, Zhang Yu sliced some fruit and then brewed a pot of tea to drink.

After a few sips of tea, Zhang Yu suddenly remembered something — she hadn’t called home to check in yet.

She guessed that at this hour, Zhang Dagu and his wife were probably asleep, so it would likely be one of the three family members in Zhang Guohua’s household answering the phone.

To her surprise, it was Pan Juan who answered the call, which startled Zhang Yu a bit.

Zhang Yu: “Mom, you haven’t gone to bed yet?”

Pan Juan snorted coldly without any niceties: “Didn’t you say the train ride was only four or five hours?

Why did you only call now?”

If it weren’t for waiting on Zhang Yu’s call, she really would have gone to bed already.

Zhang Yu knew she was at fault this time and couldn’t help but chuckle awkwardly: “After getting off the train, I went out for dinner and bought some groceries.”

Zhang Yu: “I just got the beef stewing.

That way, tomorrow after work I can just stir-fry some veggies, and for breakfast, I’ll have beef noodles.”

Pan Juan always knew that Zhang Yu was a person with plans.

Look, she had just arrived home, and already she had thought about what to have for breakfast and dinner tomorrow.

Comparing her to Chiang Yun, who never thought about these things, made it seem as though it was Pan Juan’s concern.

Pan Juan increasingly regretted it — having missed out on Zhang Yu and ending up with a Chiang Yun who could never live up to any expectations.

Just a little bit of work, and all she got in return were complaints.

Pan Juan really couldn’t comprehend her way of thinking.

Chiang Yun, having just finished sorting things out, was about to go upstairs to rest when she heard Pan Juan saying that Zhang Yu knew how to live well, having just arrived home and already prepared tomorrow’s meals.

Knowing that the comment was actually aimed at her, she pretended not to hear it.

She wouldn’t be foolish enough to do everything perfectly.

Chiang Yun went back up to her room leisurely.

She was genuinely exhausted and wanted to lie down in bed to rest.

Glancing at the skincare products on her dressing table and recalling Zhang Yu’s tender, youthful skin from earlier in the day, she let out an involuntary sigh.

No matter how tired she was, she still had to properly do her skincare routine.

Otherwise, in a few months, she would look old enough to be Zhang Yu’s aunt.

That girl Zhang Yu previously had such aged skin, but in just a month of being away, she had managed to rejuvenate it so impressively.

“I still need to do skincare.” Even if she was getting older, did that mean she had to look old?

Looking at the skincare products on the table, she used to think they were fine.

However, recalling that Zhang Yu said she was using the same set, Chiang Yun felt oddly uncomfortable.

Her conditions were surely better than those of Zhang Yu.

How could they be using the same skincare products?

She had been using better products than Zhang Yu, and just the other time when she went out with her friends, she noticed that she indeed looked very healthy and her skin was tender.

It seemed all thanks to a very expensive skincare line she was using — just the face cream, toner, emulsion, and serum together cost a good few thousand.

Although the price was steep, the effects were truly remarkable.

As one gets older, one should treat oneself better.

Anyway, she had to maintain her skin meticulously, so that when Zhang Yu came back next time, she would see who truly had the secret of eternal youth.

Originally, she wanted to discuss this with Zhang Guohua, as a few thousand yuan was not a small sum after all.

But after thinking it over, she decided not to mention it to him.

She was sure that if she did, he would absolutely disagree.

To him, women’s skincare products were just a waste of money.

In her view, however, it was men’s smoking and drinking that were truly harmful to the body.

Consuming too much of that stuff was definitely bad for one’s health.

She couldn’t understand their logic—knowing full well it was bad for them, yet they continued to burn cash.

If Zhang Guohua complained about her spending too much money, then it was time to discuss who actually spent more.

Chiang Yun had made up her mind not to wait until she ran out of skincare products to buy more as she feared she might be too reluctant to purchase them by then.

Better to seize the moment while she still had the courage and buy them right away.

Zhang Guohua noticed Chiang Yun sitting at the vanity, motionless.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was just thinking, Little Yu’s skin has really been nice lately.”

“Whereas I’ve aged quite a bit.

Last time I had dinner with a friend, she said I’ve gotten a lot older.”

“I guess it’s because I’ve been tired recently.” Chiang Yun really did want to move back, but she didn’t dare say it.

Tired?

Zhang Guohua remembered what Pan Juan had said, “Little Yu is younger, so it’s normal for her to have better skin than you.”

Forget it, best not to provoke her.

Zhang Guohua silently swallowed all the comments Pan Juan had made about Chiang Yun.

“I think it’s because of cooking frequently.” Chiang Yun shook her head, convinced that this was the reason.

Although she often made various excuses not to go home to cook, it wasn’t possible to avoid it every day.

She only occasionally returned home to make dinner, and just that was enough to age her like this.

She really didn’t want to imagine how old she’d look if she were this busy every day.

Zhang Guohua caught her implication and frowned, “You mean, you want to move back.”

Chiang Yun sensed Zhang Guohua’s displeasure, “I was just thinking out loud.”

“You’d better just think about it, otherwise ponder on what will become of your efforts?”

“If we really do become in-laws with that family, we won’t be short on expenses.”

The dowry needs to be generous, the new house needs to be well-decorated, then there’s the need to host an upscale banquet—it all means spending more in every aspect.

“You know exactly how much money we have saved up.”

“Especially since getting a two-bedroom will cost us thirty thousand right away.” Zhang Guohua hadn’t expected that even a small two-bedroom would cost so much.

“I was even thinking about a three-bedroom.” Chiang Yun was still fixated on a three-bedroom house, unable to forget about it.

“You say your parents are getting on in years, and it’s just the two of them living alone, yet they insist on a three-bedroom.”

The more Chiang Yun thought about it, the angrier she got.

She really couldn’t understand why elderly people would want to have so much space, seemingly unafraid of overindulging themselves to death.

Zhang Guohua knew she was resentful, and he felt the same way, but what could be done?

“Being given a share is good enough.”

“Otherwise, just considering your attitude at work, it would be normal not to give us a house.” Zhang Guohua really felt that Chiang Yun had not handled things well.

She could guarantee that if she kept pressing on, the outcome would not be favorable.

She expressed her grievance, “Today I mentioned wanting to get a three-bedroom, and you saw what my parents thought.”

If Chiang Yun hadn’t brought it up, it would have been one thing, but since she did, Zhang Guohua took the chance to give her a thorough lesson.