Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 89 No-House Female Supporting Character _1

Chapter 89: Chapter 89 No-House Female Supporting Character 89_1

In these years, the relationship that had never eased, Zhang Xin’s sudden appearance now—what exactly was going on?

Zhang Yu was truly puzzled. Could it be just to notify Zhang Xin of her acceptance into a graduate program at a prestigious foreign university?

But there was no need for such a grand gesture. Zhang Shouhua had already posted the acceptance letter from the foreign university in the family group.

Well, the child had already come to the door. She couldn’t simply not open it.

Without question, thanks to them, all the relatives of the Zhang and Pan families now knew Zhang Yu was a selfish and indifferent person.

Even when taking Zhang Dagu and his wife on a trip, it was the old couple who had to pay. Not to mention giving a little help to brothers and sisters, or to the younger generation.

She would rather spend money on that adopted child than spend it on Zhang Yi and the others.

Even though Wang Yun was just a child about to enter high school, her excellent academic achievements and numerous national competition gold medals could not be taken lightly.

Zhang Xin, the former glory of the Zhang family, couldn’t compare to Wang Yun, let alone others.

Zhang Yu opened the door and let Zhang Xin in, only then noticing how downcast the girl seemed.

"What’s wrong?" She looked out, realizing that Mr. and Mrs. Zhang Shouhua were not in sight.

Why weren’t Mr. and Mrs. Zhang Shouhua present, and why had Zhang Xin come alone?

Zhang Yu couldn’t help but feel suspicious. Was this a case of the elder failing to get money, so they sent the younger to try?

As Zhang Xin walked into the house, she felt a chill inside. Looking at the empty living and dining room, she knew this was the power of central air conditioning.

Even though Zhang Yu was the only one at home, the air conditioning was on full blast. She wouldn’t skimp on herself just because she was alone; rich people didn’t care about how much the electricity bill would be.

Thump, Zhang Xin knelt directly in front of Zhang Yu, who was immediately startled, "You, what is this?"

What was this situation? Was she worried that she wouldn’t give her money, so she resorted to this act?

Please, who didn’t know she was a heartless woman? Would kneeling really soften her heart?

"Auntie, I want to study abroad, can you sponsor me a little?" Zhang Xin knew that since she had knelt down, there was no turning back.

"I know you have money, Auntie, and you’re about to buy a house." Since she had the money to buy a house, why couldn’t she sponsor her?

Sponsor a little? They even found out she was going to buy another house. The Zhang family was well-informed indeed. Zhang Yu herself couldn’t be bothered to inquire how even Zhang Xin knew about it.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled at Zhang Xin several times, "The floor is cold, it’s bad for your health."

Although there was flooring, because of the underfloor heating system which circulated cool water in summer for cooling purposes, it could still feel chilly.

So even if it was just flooring, it was still a bit cold, which wasn’t good for a girl’s health.

"I’m not getting up." Zhang Xin had no intention of getting up. She was determined to kneel, believing that it would create the pressure needed for Zhang Yu to agree to sponsor her.

Unwilling to rise, Zhang Yu saw the child had made up her mind, so she did not pull anymore.

If someone was willing to bear the cold and hardship, it was better not to interfere too much. The child was grown up and had her own thoughts.

From her appearance, Zhang Yu could tell she wouldn’t be able to hold on for long. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t given her a way out.

A way out had been offered; if she didn’t seize the opportunity, let’s see how she would end this predicament later.

At the beginning, she hadn’t felt the severity, finding the flooring quite cooling. She had run all the way here and was quite hot; it felt like a way to cool down.

But as she continued to kneel, Zhang Xin began to realize something was wrong. She felt she couldn’t hold on much longer.

Yet she couldn’t just give up like this; she certainly wouldn’t be happy with that, as it would be too embarrassing. She decided to see Zhang Yu’s reaction first.

To her dismay, she found her sitting on the sofa not far away, sipping coffee, looking at her tablet, with no sign of paying her any attention.

Zhang Xin was furious. Here she was, kneeling, and there was Zhang Yu, completely ignoring her.

Should she sneakily stand up? But upon further thought, that seemed wrong too. Did she expect to act as if nothing had happened?

To make Zhang Yu aware of her suffering, Zhang Xin couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

"Ouch."

Zhang Yu knew this was a cry for her to hear, and after drinking a sip of coffee, said, "I’ve told you before, your body can’t handle it."

"You insisted on kneeling."

Lifting her voice to tell her to get up was the last thing Zhang Yu wanted to do; it wasn’t as if she wasn’t allowing her to stand. She wanted face, but did that mean the elders didn’t need face?

Zhang Xin hadn’t expected Zhang Yu to actually be this indifferent. She clearly heard her agony, yet she didn’t make a sound to tell her to get up.

Zhang Xin bit her lip, hmph, once she returned, she would let all her relatives and friends know of Zhang Yu’s true colors, how she lacked any sympathy for the younger generation.

Nothing but indifference, she wanted more people to see her for who she truly was.

Zhang Yu had no idea Zhang Xin had such a plan in mind; even if she did, she wouldn’t care—reputation was nothing but a shackle to her.

Glancing over at Zhang Xin briefly, Zhang Yu noticed she was still kneeling. Well, the girl was quite persistent; she had thought that Zhang Xin would have given up by now.

But this girl was just young. Some things require persistence, but persisting in some matters could be damaging to her own health.

If she could hold on, then let her continue. She couldn’t let the young girl lose face.

After finishing her coffee, Zhang Yu continued to look through some materials, catching up with domestic and international news.

This had become a habit over the years—keeping up with news was crucial to stay in pace and to make money.

Zhang Xin observed that apart from reading the news or replying to messages, Zhang Yu occasionally received a few work-related calls, giving the impression that she was always busy.

Zhang Xin felt this was her target to learn from; in the future, she wanted to become a strong and powerful woman like Zhang Yu.

To earn a great deal of money and have those who looked down on her, kneel at her feet, like the person in front of her.

With that in mind, Zhang Xin came to a realization—it’s just about losing face, something that neither satisfies hunger nor has much other use.

She quietly stood up, thinking of something to say that could salvage her dignity.

"I told you the floor was cold but you wouldn’t listen. Now that you’ve experienced it yourself, how does it feel?"

"I didn’t lie to you, did I?" Seeing the person stand up, Zhang Yu spoke again.

Hearing this, Zhang Xin was furious, really angry. She wanted to retort, but then she gave up.

Nevermind, she mustn’t fall for it. Zhang Xin realized that after coming for such a long time, they hadn’t gotten to the main point yet.

Instead, it was her own face that suffered. Zhang Xin was angry, and she believed that no matter what, she had already lost so much, it was only reasonable that Zhang Yu should compensate her somehow.

"Auntie, I’ve been admitted to a prestigious foreign graduate school." Zhang Xin was sitting on the sofa across from Zhang Yu.

"Congratulations." Zhang Yu sincerely congratulated her; in fact, she was surprised when she saw the admission letter Zhang Shouhua sent out.

She remembered in her previous life, Zhang Xin hadn’t been admitted to such a reputable university for her graduate studies.

Could it be that due to her butterfly effect, Zhang Xin had been admitted to a respectable university?

It was just another congratulation—Zhang Xin really detested hearing such blessings now. To her, the saying "a small gift is a mark of esteem" meant nothing. In her eyes, a weighty gift was the true measure of value.

"My parents don’t have much money, and I can’t bear to use their retirement funds for studying abroad." Zhang Xin tried to portray an understanding daughter.

Can’t bear it? Zhang Yu couldn’t help but laugh; such a show of understanding wasn’t common. When these words came out, they would surely touch many hearts.

"If you think it’s not right, then there’s no need for you to study abroad. Just stay here for your studies, or find a job."

"That way, you won’t have the worries you’re concerned about."

"Zhang Xin, what do you think?" Zhang Yu turned and offered two other suggestions.

What’s going on? Upon hearing her speech, shouldn’t Zhang Yu have offered financial assistance?

But her reaction was so outrageous—not only did she not offer money, but she also discouraged Zhang Xin from studying abroad?