472: Lovesickness

Lovesickness

When everyone heard this, their expressions froze.2

Rent a house?

The two of them were only fourteen or fifteen years old. Would their parents agree to them renting a house?

Jian Ai felt that this solution was feasible. After all, there didn't seem to be a more reliable solution so far.

It was better to rent a house than to wake up at three in the morning every day.

"That's the only way. Si Yue, see if there's any place suitable nearby. It doesn't have to be too good. It's fine as long as it's nearby," Jian Ai said.

When Si Yuehan heard this, he nodded silently.

"My family has an empty house nearby, but the environment is average. If you don't mind, you can stay there," At that moment, Yang Xiaowen, who had been silent, blurted.

Jian Ai's eyes lit up. "Alright, Senior Brother. Where is it?"

"It's at the intersection on the east side. We bought that house a few years ago, but my father and I have always lived in the martial arts school, so it's empty. We didn't sell it either." Seeing that Jian Ai had agreed, Yang Xiaowen said, "I'll take you there to look later. If it's alright, I'll lend it to you to stay. It's just an intersection away from the martial arts school."

Yang Xiaowen meant to lend, not lease. Jian Ai knew what he meant, so she didn't argue and nodded with a smile.

The house was indeed very close to the martial arts school, and the straight distance was less than three hundred meters. After crossing the intersection, the gate of the neighborhood was right opposite.

That neighborhood was built a few years ago. There wasn't an elevator, and the building only had six floors.

The unit number was 302. When she pushed the door open, the smell of dust, which showed that no one had lived here for a long time, filled the house. They covered the furniture with a gray cloth, and there was a layer of visible dust on it. It was enough to show that no one had entered this house for a long time.

As Yang Xiaowen opened all the windows for ventilation, he explained, "This house was renovated when we bought it, but my father and I haven't lived in it for a day. Everything is new, but it's been so long. I wonder if those appliances are broken. If there's anything you can't use, tell me."

Jian Ai turned around casually. The house had two rooms. The renovation was reasonable. Everything they should need was present. Daily life was not a problem.

She was very satisfied.

"Thank you, Senior Brother!" Jian Ai said.

Yang Xiaowen smiled and looked at Jian Ai. "I should be the one thanking you. I should thank you for the martial arts school and my father's leg."

As he spoke, Yang Xiaowen handed the key in his hand to Jian Ai. "Move over tomorrow and pack up. Go to the martial arts school at five in the morning the day after tomorrow. Don't be late. Your master looks like he has a good temper, but he's a very strict person."

Hearing Yang Xiaowen's kind reminder, Jian Ai nodded. "Got it."

…

At night, in the Ji family's mansion.

The largest bedroom in the southeast corner had long been decorated in pink. It was Ji Haoxue's room.

Ever since she met Jian Yu at Champs-Élysées, Ji Haoxue had been thinking about him every day and night. Jian Yu's appearance seemed to have been engraved in her head. She did not forget even a single eyelash of him. The more she thought about it, the clearer it became.

While Ji Haoxue's heart was full, she was also a little depressed because she could not find Jian Yu. She seemed to have something on her mind, and that made Old Master Ji worry.

However, as a girl who had just experienced love and fell in love at first sight, no matter how insensitive Ji Haoxue was, she could not bring herself to tell others these things, so she kept everything in her heart.

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