In the nightclub, it was pitch black, while outside, the sun hung high, like two different worlds.
Yang Feilong walked ahead with a serene expression, Yang Qingqing and Luo Wenwen followed with their heads bowed.
"Brother, please don't be angry anymore. I know I was wrong. I'll never do this kind of work again," Yang Qingqing said weakly, tugging at Yang Feilong's clothes.
Seeing Yang Qingqing's contrite look, all of Yang Feilong's anger dissipated.
"I'll buy you a phone later," Yang Feilong said seriously. "But you have to promise that your grades won't drop, or I'll confiscate your phone and you won't be allowed to use it until you go to university."
"Really?" Yang Qingqing's face lit up. "Brother, don't worry, I'll definitely study hard from now on and guarantee my grades won't fall."
Yang Feilong nodded. "Are you busy today? If not, can you come home with me for a visit?"
"Okay!" Yang Qingqing's face brightened.
Suddenly, she thought of something and turned to Luo Wenwen. "Wenwen, I'm so sorry about what happened today. I caused you to lose your job."
"It's okay, work can be replaced," Luo Wenwen forced a smile.
"I..."
"Qingqing, can I speak to your brother alone for a moment?" Luo Wenwen asked Yang Qingqing, her voice pleading.
"Alright then!" Yang Qingqing, though a little confused, didn't think much of it and walked ahead.
"You are Qingqing's brother, so I'll call you brother too. It's all my fault today," Luo Wenwen said, lowering her head. "I didn't take good care of Qingqing."
"Since it's already passed, let's forget about it," Yang Feilong said calmly. "However, I'd like to say something here. You are still a high school student, and it's best to focus on your studies. If you want to earn money, it's never too late to do so after you go to university. This is my sincere advice to you."
Hearing Yang Feilong's words, a self-deprecating and pained expression appeared on Luo Wenwen's face. "I know high school studies are important, but I'm forced to do this."
Yang Feilong frowned. "What could be more important than your studies?"
Luo Wenwen pondered for a moment and then uttered two words: "Life."
Yang Feilong's eyes flickered, as if he had thought of something. He tentatively asked, "Does someone in your family have an illness and needs money?"
Luo Wenwen nodded with reddened eyes, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum. "My mother is seriously ill and hospitalized. My family has no money, and I have no other choice."
"What about your father?" Yang Feilong asked.
"My father?" Luo Wenwen revealed a sorrowful smile. "I'd be grateful if he didn't ask me for money."
Hearing this, Yang Feilong understood why a high school student like Luo Wenwen would work at such a place. A hint of anger appeared on Yang Feilong's face. His own wife is ill, and he doesn't care, forcing his high school-aged daughter to work part-time and even asking her for money? How can such a person exist, worse than an animal?
Indeed, it was a tragedy!
Yang Feilong took a deep breath and said, "Your mother's illness is my responsibility. You should focus on your studies from now on. Keep the money you have; it's enough for you to go to university."
He had seen the amount when they were paid earlier, and it wasn't small.
"You are willing to help me?" Luo Wenwen's eyes welled up with excited tears.
"After all, you are Qingqing's good friend. Since I have the ability and I know about this situation, I naturally cannot stand idly by!" Yang Feilong said seriously.
"Thank you, thank you so much," Luo Wenwen's eyes shimmered with excited tears.
"I'll buy my sister a phone first, and then we can go see your mother!" Yang Feilong said after some thought. He actually had two new phones, originally intended for his sister, but he decided against it. Both phones were gifts, and they had different people's phone numbers saved.
Besides, he had money on him now, so buying another phone wasn't a big deal.
Not long after, Yang Feilong, with Yang Qingqing and Luo Wenwen, went to a nearby phone store and bought a phone for his sister.
"Do you like it?" Yang Feilong asked his sister, who was beaming while holding the phone.
"I love it," Yang Qingqing said happily.
"If you like it, then study hard from now on and don't think about frivolous things. I'll transfer some more money to you later, so you can eat well and dress well!" Yang Feilong said.
"Thank you, brother," Yang Qingqing smiled.
"Alright, the phone is bought. I'll take you guys to eat something, and then we'll go to the hospital to see Wenwen's mother!" Yang Feilong said.
"En!" Yang Qingqing agreed. She knew about Luo Wenwen's mother's situation but didn't know the specifics of Luo Wenwen's family.
"Okay!" Luo Wenwen, though eager to see her mother, knew it was time for dinner, and seeing her mother could wait a little longer.
"Brother, when did you come to Lan Hai City?" Yang Qingqing asked curiously.
"A few days ago," Yang Feilong replied. "But you were in class then, so I didn't come to see you."
"Then what work are you doing now? How do you have money to buy me a phone?" Yang Qingqing asked curiously.
"I'm a teacher!" Yang Feilong said.
"A teacher?" Yang Qingqing looked surprised. "Brother, didn't you not go to school?"
Yes, her brother was sent to the mountains by their parents when he was seven or eight. How could he have become a teacher after coming out of the mountains? So, she was extremely surprised to hear her brother mention his current profession.
"Can't you be a teacher if you haven't been to school? I can completely help you with your studies." Yang Feilong said.
"Hehe, are you a high school teacher now?" Luo Wenwen asked with a giggle.
"No," Yang Feilong shook his head.
"Middle school teacher?" Yang Qingqing asked again. "Could it be an elementary school teacher?"
"Kindergarten teacher," Yang Feilong said expressionlessly.
"Kindergarten teacher?" Yang Qingqing and Luo Wenwen, who had been listening to the siblings' conversation, were both a little stunned.
The main reason was that Yang Feilong had previously said he could tutor high school students, and it turned out he was a kindergarten teacher. It was truly beyond their expectations.
"Can't I?" Yang Feilong shrugged and chuckled.
"You can, but aren't kindergarten teachers' salaries not low? You just started at the school, and you bought me such an expensive phone. Do you still have money?" Yang Qingqing asked worriedly. "I shouldn't have let you buy me a phone!"