Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 941 - 942 Toxic Fatherly Love 74

"When the kids grow up a bit more, let’s take the children, Grandma, and the others, and drive around the world."

Feng Ji suddenly blurted out such a statement, which jolted Zhang Yu, who was already dozing off, wide awake.

Her eyes snapped open, "Are you serious?"

"You’re not going to work anymore?"

"Am I still half-asleep?" Zhang Yu felt she must still be dreaming; otherwise, how could she have heard something like this.

"I’ve thought about it before, but I’ve never had the time."

Now there’s time? Zhang Yu really couldn’t understand it, but she didn’t dare to ask. As for Feng Ji’s work, Zhang Yu never meddled.

"In the past, there were things that required rushing against time, but later I realized a lot of things are like that."

"Finishing one research just leads to new drugs needing development, it’s endless."

"In the process, I missed out on so much—like Grandma aging day by day. Before, I thought Grandma occasionally going out was fine, but later, I realized Grandma actually loves traveling."

"But I’ve never had the time to take her out."

"Thank you."

"And our son—I still remember the day he came out of the delivery room, so tiny." Feng Ji gestured to show the baby’s size at birth.

"In the blink of an eye, he’s grown so much. He can talk and walk now."

"If we don’t take him out soon, he’ll start kindergarten, and then spontaneous trips won’t be possible."

"And there’s you." Feng Ji held Zhang Yu’s hand, "I don’t want to wait until we’re old, flipping through our photo albums, and all we have are pictures of being at home or eating out."

"Or those studio photos we took when we went out."

"And you’ve taken so many videos—many of them don’t even have me."

"Grandma and the others are also growing older. Who knows when they might leave us."

"So I hope that, while they still have time, we can take them out for some fun."

"I don’t want any of us to have regrets." Feng Ji explained why he wanted to do this.

Zhang Yu understood Feng Ji’s thoughts—very practical ones. "Alright, once you finish your work, we’ll head out."

"But if we’re bringing a nanny, one RV won’t be enough." In the past, it was just the two elderly family members, one nanny, plus Zhang Yu and their son, and even then one RV felt cramped.

Add Feng Ji and another nanny now, and it seemed the vehicle wouldn’t cut it.

"I also plan to invite two friends—one of them will bring his family of three and his parents."

"Depending on the situation later, maybe we can organize an RV convoy." Feng Ji had heard about this from a friend before and wanted to see if they were still up for it.

Soon, he got a reply—the friend was willing to join.

With two families together, with their mix of young and old, uncertain road conditions, they decided after discussions to hire two bodyguards—who could also double as drivers.

While Feng Ji was busy wrapping up his work, Zhang Yu naturally took charge of the preparations. As for Feng Ji’s friend, his wife was handling things on their end.

Fortunately, the other party was easygoing, and the two women quickly sorted everything out.

By the time all the preparations were complete, it was early the next summer. They picked a favorable day for travel, and the two families set off with three RVs and two business cars.

Wu Hao did not expect that while visiting Zhang Yu to discuss something, he’d stumble across such a convoy—especially with Zhang Yu among them.

Of course, he also caught sight of the man Zhang Yu had always mentioned. In times past, he might have wanted to sit down and chat with the guy to subtly probe into his background.

But now, his sole concern was speaking to Zhang Yu. The moment he saw her, he rushed up quickly, "Little Yu, Little Yu, you must save your brother this time."

Watching Wu Hao charge towards her, Zhang Yu found it odd, "Save who?"

"Xiao Jian—Xiao Jian’s in trouble. He owes a lot of money." Wu Hao, recalling the news he’d just received, broke down, crying incoherently.

Wu Jian owed money? And a lot of it? Zhang Yu was stunned, "What happened, how did he end up owing so much?"

"And why come to me about it?" Zhang Yu was utterly baffled.

"I don’t know how it got to this point, but they said if the money isn’t paid back, they’ll—they’ll break his hand." Wu Hao was truly panicking, his eyes red with worry.

Seeing how Wu Hao couldn’t even speak clearly, Zhang Yu sighed in frustration, "How could he end up owing so much?"

"There has to be a reason behind this."

"And you came to me—are you asking me to pay it off?" Zhang Yu stared Wu Hao down.

Wu Hao didn’t dare make eye contact with Zhang Yu. In his heart, he believed Zhang Yu had money and could easily cover it, but he wouldn’t dare say so aloud.

If he uttered such words in front of her, she definitely wouldn’t take it kindly. For now, he could only show a sheepish smile, "There’s no other way. Who in the family has money, besides you?" Wu Hao said with a forced grin.

"Don’t you own a property? And didn’t Feng Min buy a house?"

"Your only son is in trouble, and as his parents, you’re not planning to pay up?" Zhang Yu said bluntly.

"He’s an adult now and capable of making his own decisions."

"As his parents, if you feel compelled to bail him out, you should use your own money—not mine."

"Besides, I’m quite busy right now, preparing for my trip." Zhang Yu pointed at the convoy as proof she was occupied.

"And Wu Jian owes so much money—didn’t you notice anything strange beforehand?" Zhang Yu didn’t believe there’d been no signs.

Wu Hao’s face turned uneasy, "He later said he felt uncomfortable staying at home and moved out to rent a place."

"Ah, so that’s how it is." Zhang Yu understood now. Wu Jian had money, moved out, but when he ran out, he came crying home.

Did Wu Jian not know Wu Hao didn’t have money? Of course he knew. Then why turn to Wu Hao? Simple—Wu Hao didn’t have money, but Zhang Yu did.

"Do I really look like such an easy mark to you?"

"He has money, moves out to live extravagantly—have you seen his blog?"

"Drinking and partying at bars, dining at upscale restaurants."

"And his accommodations—staying in hotels that cost thousands a night." ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Borrowing money for lavish practices, only to cry for help when it runs out—is that the plan? Pay the debts and then repeat the same drama?" Zhang Yu stared at Wu Hao and noticed he didn’t look surprised. "So you’ve seen what he’s posted online too, haven’t you?"

Wu Hao sighed helplessly, "I asked him about it before; he said he had sponsors and didn’t spend much."

"At the time, I thought, well, if he has sponsors, there’s no need to worry. Now I realize—it was all our money being spent."

"But what can one do? I can’t just leave him hanging." Wu Hao looked pleadingly at Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu responded with a casual "Oh," "Then talk it over with Feng Min. Sell the house to cover his debts."

"Rest assured, I’ve said before that I’m not interested in your house or money, and now I’m even less so "

"The house is yours—how you handle it is up to you." Zhang Yu turned and climbed back into the car, "Take care of it yourself."