CHAPTER 378: CHAPTER 378 I CAN MAKE DO

In the bedroom.

Zhang Yi sat on a stool beside her, venting her dissatisfaction incessantly.

"In my opinion, Grandma Wu is just bullying you and your daughter."

An Ying put down the newspaper in her hand and looked at the indignant Zhang Yi. A gentle smile appeared on her beautiful face, "In the end, it’s my fault to begin with. If I hadn’t flooded her house, Grandma Wu’s life wouldn’t have been like this."

"You are just too kind-hearted." Zhang Yi had been talking for so long, but with a few words, the other party calmed her anger, leaving her feeling repressed.

"Boom..."

"Ouch!"

A dull sound came from outside the door, followed by a shout.

Zhang Yi cautiously got up to open the door and saw the young girl covering her head with a guilty look.

"Hehe, Zhang Yi." An Yin took a couple of steps forward and entered the bedroom.

"Did you bump into the door?" Zhang Yi approached to check her forehead.

An Yin let go of her hand, "Mm."

"How could you be so careless?" Zhang Yi murmured and then quickly left the bedroom.

An Ying looked at her daughter on the bed and slightly raised her eyelids, "Eavesdropping outside the door?"

An Yin pretended to casually walk to the window, sticking her head out to look outside, "No, no."

She stubbornly refused to admit it.

An Ying lowered her eyes but didn’t expose her daughter’s little secret.

At this moment, An Yin recalled what Grandma Wu had said. She sat down by the bedside, repeating Grandma Wu’s words verbatim.

"150,000!" An Ying murmured, lost in thought.

An Yin remembered the money she had earned from part-time jobs before, and the living expenses Ms. An had given her, which she hadn’t spent much of, all of which she had saved.

"Mom, I have some money here; I’ll transfer it to you."

"No need." An Ying looked at her daughter affectionately, "Keep that money for your studies. Don’t worry, Mom has saved some money before."

To prevent her daughter from worrying, An Ying had to tell a well-intentioned lie.

"But..."

An Yin still wanted to argue but saw Zhang Yi walking over with a hot towel, applying it directly to An Yin’s forehead.

"Apply this, otherwise it will swell and look ugly." Zhang Yi explained, meeting the young girl’s curious gaze.

"Thank you, Zhang Yi." An Yin sat still, not daring to move.

Zhang Yi applied the towel for a while before leaving with it.

The issue of Grandma Wu wanting to renovate was also tossed to the back of An Yin’s mind.

During the Spring Festival, they mostly stayed at home.

Since An Yin’s family facilitated things for Grandma Wu, it became a regular occurrence for Grandma Wu to show up with wet clothes at the door frequently.

This month, An Yin’s family’s electricity bill increased as well.

With the start of the new term approaching, under An Ying’s instructions, Zhang Yi went to the supermarket to buy some necessities for An Yin to take to school.

At this juncture, An Ying happened to need a follow-up hospital visit.

On the day they had arranged to leave, the mother and daughter originally planned to take a taxi. After Zhang Yi collected clothes from the rooftop, she hesitantly mentioned that the car was already downstairs.

An Yin, being simple-minded, didn’t think much of it.

However, An Ying noticed the abnormality in the other party’s demeanor, her eyes subtly shifting. As her daughter went to pack in the bedroom, she looked at the other party with clear eyes, "Sister Zhang, has he come?"

The "he" in An Ying’s words needed no clarification for Zhang Yi to understand.

"Mr. Bao came over early in the morning," Zhang Yi nervously said, fearing the other party would refuse Mr. Bao’s kindness.

An Ying sat on the sofa, wearing a loose overcoat. Her movements always pulled at her injured limbs. The slight pain tugged at her nerves. Even after being injured for so long, she still couldn’t get used to this life of lying down daily; it wore down a person’s spirit.

Finally, An Ying uttered, "Thank him for the trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble." Zhang Yi raised her hand, waving it repeatedly, slightly excited, "When it comes to matters about Miss An, Mr. Bao is extremely attentive."

Zhang Yi, in a moment of haste, used a formal address for An Yin.

An Ying felt uncomfortable hearing it, but didn’t correct her.

"I’ll go make a call first." Zhang Yi said, already walking towards the balcony with her phone.

An Ying nodded.

As they were about to leave, An Yin’s belongings were packed in a bag, which was quite heavy. Zhang Yi looked at the young girl’s frame and firmly took it from her hand.

"Let me carry it."

"Zhang Yi, I can carry it." An Yin said seriously.

"You have a task." Zhang Yi pointed to An Ying, "Hold her steady; the stairs are narrow."

"Mm, mm."

Only then did An Yin abandon the idea of carrying luggage.

An Ying had difficulty moving her arms and legs, making it hard to walk downstairs.

An Yin walked over to Ms. An, "Mom, if you can’t walk any further later on, let’s stop and rest for a bit."

An Ying placed one foot firmly on the ground, while the other could barely touch the ground, causing a faint pain with any pressure.

At this moment, Zhang Yi twisted the door lock and pushed open the door.

Outside the door, a man’s tall figure stood upright. His posture was straight, his features were sharp, and his serious face exuded a strong sense of oppression.

Zhang Yi exclaimed, "Sir, you came up?"

"Zhang Yi." Bao Shaojin’s dark eyes looked toward the interior.

Zhang Yi voluntarily stepped aside.

Upon hearing Zhang Yi’s words, the mother and daughter inside the room showed different expressions.

An Yin was surprised and slightly apprehensive.

Bao Shaojin approached the sofa, glancing past the young girl and looking at An Ying, "Aunt An, you can’t walk too far right now. I’ll carry you downstairs."

His voice was clear, and even just standing there, he exuded a natural aristocratic demeanor.

An Yin held her breath, not daring to express any opinion. She vaguely sensed that Ms. An’s attitude towards him was not friendly, especially on New Year’s Eve when her tone was truly frightening.

An Ying gazed deeply, thoughtfully at the man in front of her, "Thanks for the trouble."

By saying so, An Ying gave her consent.

Bao Shaojin stepped forward, bent down, and slowly picked up An Ying.

His cold eyes looked at the path beneath him, "Follow along." After speaking, he glanced at An Yin.

An Yin belatedly followed, locking the door behind them.

Zhang Yi, carrying the items, walked ahead, followed by the three of them.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the stairwell.

As they emerged from the hallway, they happened to encounter Grandma Wu returning home after buying groceries. The old lady was carrying two pieces of tofu in a small bag, but her gaze was fixed on their direction.

"Where are you all going?" Grandma Wu stopped in her tracks, glancing at the bag in Zhang Yi’s hand, then looking at An Ying, before finally fixing her gaze on the man holding An Ying.

Grandma Wu’s eyes were like radar, trying to detect any subtle clues between the two.

Zhang Yi walked ahead, noticing Grandma Wu’s gossiping expression. The accumulated frustration over this period suddenly surged outward.