Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"You act like it's a matter of course, like I owe your company something. You're already married, so even if you need help, you shouldn't come to me."

[I don't want the money I lent you before. If you want to borrow money from me in the future, I hope you won't call me again. I won't lend you money anymore.]

【I'm tired, that's all. 】

Tong Yao hung up the phone without waiting for her to say anything, blocked her, and then left the group. There were some things she didn't want to admit.

It's time to face the reality. Many things have changed and it's impossible to go back to the way they were. There will be no good results if you continue to be entangled.

I turned off the silent phone and placed it next to the bed, closed my eyes and continued to sleep, but how could I sleep with the emotions in my heart?

Tong Yao tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so she simply got up, changed her clothes and went out. She looked at the people busy drying sheets and quilts in the yard, which seemed a bit funny and a bit cute.

Fu Yuan noticed a gaze and turned to look over: "Why are you up? Didn't you say you were tired? If you are tired, go to sleep for a while. I will bring you food later."

"No, the sun is so nice, I want to sit out for a while."

"Well, that's fine too. Go sit in the shade over there. Don't get tanned and then yell about whitening."

“…You understand a lot?”

Tong Yao held her chin with her hand and watched him walk over after finishing his work. A shadow appeared in front of her, and the familiar feeling of oppression from a superior came again.

Tilt your head up, your neck feels a little sore: "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Fu Yuan leaned over and kissed her on the lips, his eyes teasing. "Nothing, I just think you're cute like this. Are you in a bad mood? I see you look a little unhappy."

"Does it have anything to do with me?"

Tong Yao shook her head dejectedly and said, "No, I just think it was so good before graduation. Everyone was so innocent and simple. After graduation, everyone changed every day. I almost couldn't recognize them."

"Tell me about it, I'll analyze it for you. Don't keep it in your heart, it won't be uncomfortable."

"Well, a girl from the dorm asked me to borrow money. She borrowed from me three times and never paid me back. This time she asked for 500,000 yuan. I said I didn't have the money and didn't want to lend her money, so she blocked me."

Fu Yuan hummed, "Whether you want to lend me your money or not, there's no need to feel any burden at all. Lending is a favor, and not lending is the right thing to do. There's no need to feel guilty about it."

"Is the other person married?"

"Yeah, I'm married."

"Why doesn't she ask her husband to borrow money from you?"

Tong Yao hung her head and whispered, "They say the other party won't give it to her. She married a much older man, and he's already wary of her, so naturally he won't give her much money."

"Her family's business is also losing money and needs to fill the hole. It's difficult every month and she needs to borrow money to keep it going."

Fu Yuan hummed, his expression calm, and said, "In that case, there's no need to borrow money. The company's losses are due to poor management, and the hole will only get bigger."

"If you can't fill it, once you no longer want to lend money, the other party will resent you. It's better to cut your losses early and not lend money."

"Sometimes kindness requires drastic measures, and we need to take into account the evil of human nature. If there is no way to end it, then we should not be so kind, especially when the other party is ungrateful."

Tong Yao listened carefully. She didn't regret not lending the money, but she was a little annoyed that she had made the decision and knew what was the right thing to do, but she couldn't get rid of the emotional problem.

"Well, I know what to do. I just need to adjust my mood. It will be fine in a couple of days. There's nothing that Flower Town can't heal."

"If so, I'm not busy enough."

Fu Yuan raised his hand and gently patted her head, his tone much lighter: "Let me tell you a story. There used to be a very kind-hearted old man in our company. He used his money to support children in school."

"I gave them 1,000 yuan every month. Later, when the children went to college, the old man became ill, so he told the children that the amount he would give them would be reduced to 500 yuan a month."

"Guess what those who went to college and were able to support themselves did later."