CHAPTER 1078: CHAPTER 1079: UNPOPULAR REAL DAUGHTER 22

Zhang Yu woke up to find that it was already bright outside, and the sun had risen high in the sky.

"Happy New Year."

"May the new year bring health and happiness, and admission to a satisfactory university."

"May your career flourish, and strive to make money, make money."

Zhang Yu voiced his very simple New Year wishes, "Get up and go out for a walk."

Zhang Yu planned to go out for a walk today, take a good look around the city, and see if there was anything unique.

He needed to prepare to head back home on the third day but hadn’t bought a gift for Chu Yun yet.

After washing up, Zhang Yu picked up his phone and prepared to leave, checking for any messages before stepping out.

Opening his phone communication software, he found that Song Weikang had sent him some New Year’s money.

There was a note reminding him he must accept it, as every child in the Song Family was supposed to receive it.

Song Weikang knew Zhang Yu’s personality and that the likelihood of him accepting it was low: If you don’t take it, I won’t mind sending it to your school once it reopens.

Zhang Yu read Song Weikang’s message and knew the old man was indeed capable of doing such a thing.

After thinking about it, he accepted it, "Later on, when I have money, I’ll buy a big item."

Zhang Yu opened the transfer and found it was actually a red envelope worth 88,888—more than eighty thousand? "As expected from Chairman Song."

Considering he’d accepted such a sizeable red envelope, Zhang Yu thought he couldn’t just take it without any acknowledgment.

Zhang Yu guessed the old man was probably awake, so he made a call to offer New Year’s greetings and thank him for the red envelope.

Zhang Yu: The red envelope you gave is too big.

Is it? Song Weikang had given every child the same amount as New Year’s money, but judging by their expressions, they didn’t seem satisfied, thinking he was stingy.

Song Weikang: Is it?

Zhang Yu nodded: Yeah, very big, many people don’t earn that much in a year.

Song Weikang laughed: As long as you’re happy, by the way, next year for New Year?

Zhang Yu interrupted him directly: Next year for New Year, I’ll just find a place to lay low and be happy.

Zhang Yu straightforwardly asked: Did you find yesterday’s New Year celebration enjoyable?

Song Weikang thought back to the New Year’s Eve dinner and couldn’t help but sigh; it seemed lively, but everyone had their own agenda.

Song Weikang didn’t say anything, but his sigh genuinely betrayed his thoughts.

Zhang Yu: Old man, you can’t be unfair, you think New Year is meaningless, full of scheming, don’t drag me into it.

Zhang Yu: I think I’m doing well like this, and next year I’ll continue to find a place to hide.

Zhang Yu: Next year, I’ll be a college student, and after winter break, I’ll be able to wander everywhere.

Song Weikang recalled the topic he hadn’t discussed with Zhang Yu before: You’re about to start college, where do you plan to attend, have you considered going abroad?

Zhang Yu: Haven’t considered it, haven’t prepared for it, and as for college, I’m flexible.

Zhang Yu: I’ll decide based on my scores from the second model exam and the state of my final exams.

Zhang Yu: The family background my parents left me is enough for me to live comfortably, I don’t have much ambition.

Zhang Yu: Moreover, I’m worried that if my grades are too good, your descendants might think I have ideas, like wanting to compete for the role of Song Family head.

Zhang Yu: Your grandchildren are already lively enough with their own thoughts; I’ll pass.

Song Weikang wasn’t surprised Zhang Yu would say that, he wasn’t naïve, and he could see that Zhang Yu was wary of him in various ways.

Song Weikang sighed: Even though they are all Song Family descendants, how is it that the difference is so vast? They’re all either hoping I’ll give them more property or assets or thinking about so-called entrepreneurship, digging business out of Song’s.

Song Weikang: They never thought about relying on their own efforts to have a career of their own.

Song Weikang voiced all his dissatisfaction with the Song’s descendants.

Zhang Yu could understand why the old man was anxious; no matter how large or prosperous a family, they don’t want to face a situation where there’s no succession.

Would the Song Family fall out of the top Wealthy Families and even struggle to maintain their Wealthy Family status due to Song Weikang’s unproductive transformation?

Actually, there’s also the issue of the Song Family being left without successors; someone like Song Ziming has ordinary qualifications in many top Wealthy Families.

There’s no talk of key nurturing, not even the qualifications to be an heir, but within the Song Family, he’s actually the best qualified.

But what of it, isn’t there anyone else with good qualifications in the Song Family? In the memories of the original host, one of Song Ziming’s little cousins had decent qualifications.

Song Weikang also noticed this and, in the final stages of his life, focused on nurturing this grandson.

The old man’s idea was that once he nurtured this little grandson, he could assist Song Ziming.

His idea wasn’t bad, but he couldn’t win against Song Ziming, who didn’t think this way and felt it was the old man distrusting him.

He thought the old man wanted to replace him as heir and had no way of dealing with Song Weikang, but dealing with his little cousin was quite easy.

As a result, the person quickly met with an accident, a car crash that left him a vegetable.

Zhang Yu didn’t know if Song Weikang was aware, but anyway, soon after the incident, Song Weikang completely lost interest in managing Song’s businesses and moved to The South to live.

He never returned to the old residence until his death, and as for the properties in his hands, it was the other descendants who got most of it.

Everyone thought the old man liked his eldest grandson Song Ziming the most, but he actually didn’t get much.

Zhang Yu believed this should reflect the old man’s attitude; the most promising grandson was gone, and there was no reason to ruin Song Ziming.

But the old man was disappointed in Song Ziming, feeling he lacked the courage and magnanimity an eligible successor should have.

Thinking about this, Zhang Yu shivered again; if Song Ziming was so harsh to his cousin, how could he be kind to her?

Especially with the Chu Family and Fu Jie and Song Qian, could they still have a good impression of her?

They must really dislike Zhang Yu, maybe even hoping she’d disappear from the earth.

"Still need to stay away from that lunatic," Zhang Yu’s body shuddered again, determined not to enter the Song Family.

"I’ll study philosophy in college," a useless major, since Zhang Yu knew that majors related to management and business were absolutely unsafe.

Zhang Yu strolled on the streets, indulgently eating anything delicious she came across. Since she was already out here, she needed to eat and explore more.

Just like that, leisurely reaching the third day, Zhang Yu reluctantly boarded the plane back.

Upon arriving home and pushing open the door, Zhang Yu found a clean home; well, she knew that it must be thanks to Chu Yun’s parents coming over to clean.

Just as she was about to call Chu Yun to thank her parents, she heard someone knocking on the door.

Opening the door, she wasn’t surprised to see Chu Yun, "All planned out?"

"Yeah." Chu Yun glanced at the spirited Zhang Yu, filled with envy, "I am really jealous of you."

"Jealous of what? I’m just changing study locations; it’s not as if you don’t know."

"Here’s your gift." Zhang Yu had placed the gifts for the three members of the Chu Family early on by the house.

"Come on, let’s go to my house to eat." Chu Yun knew Zhang Yu’s place genuinely had no food; this girl had cleared out the fridge before leaving.