After Divorce, I Inherited the Game's Fortune

And there she was, done with her resignation!

His original inttion had be to give her a heads-up, since most stores required a one-month notice for resignations.

He hadn\'t expected Xu Meizhu to be so efficit.

"Enjoy this weekd fully, you will officially start work next week."

The system befit of t million in special funds for oping a store had arrived; since Xu Meizhu had so quickly regained her freedom, it was perfect to put her in charge of the store\'s rovation. A three-hundred-square-meter store isn\'t a small project—it needed someone to oversee the whole process, and there was also a lot of prep work to be done before the new store\'s oping.

Xu Meizhu quickly replied with an "OK" emot, without ev asking what Yang Hao wanted her to do.

This silly girl, she isn\'t afraid I might sell her.

Yang Hao smiled to himself, pleased by the feeling of being trusted.

Knee dip in the sea of stars.

But what he didn\'t know was that Xu Meizhu had already mtally prepared herself to join him in setting up a pancake stall if necessary; she really didn\'t care about what kind of work Yang Hao was going to assign her—the worst-case scario would be a street stall.

Every journey begins with a single step.

Things will get better and better; she believed in Hao!

Having settled the details for the gathering, it was almost time for Xixi to finish school.

Yang Hao got out of the car and walked to the trance of the kindergart.

Seeing him, Zhang Guilin immediately came forward with a beaming smile: "Yang, I heard you and Yingying are getting along quite well!"

"Why did you say you wer\'t suitable before!"

"Huh?"

Yang Hao was slightly startled: "Mrs. Zhang, who said we\'re getting along quite well?"

"Yingying did; she said she\'s very satisfied with you."

Zhang Guilin said with a smile: "Yang, Yingying is young and it\'s her first marriage. If you marry her, she could ev give you a big fat boy, th you\'ll have both a son and a daughter!"

Yang Hao felt embarrassed; he had only met Zhao Yingying once—how had marriage and childr come into the conversation?

"Mrs. Zhang, I just got divorced not long ago, and I really hav\'t thought about getting married so soon."

"And Yingying and I are just frids; you might be mistak!"

Yang Hao quickly clarified his relationship with Zhao Yingying, concerned for his reputation as a divorced single father.

"Yang, it\'s not for me to say but,"

"why are you being picky? I introduced Yingying to you because I think you\'re a good person; you really should seize the opportunity!"

Seeing Yang Hao\'s attitude, Zhang Guilin was somewhat anxious. Yang understood that the warm-hearted Mrs. Zhang did have good inttions. For a divorced single father like himself, it indeed wouldn\'t be easy to marry a young and pretty girl like Zhao Yingying, who was in her first marriage.

But things change over time.

The information Zhang Guilin had was outdated. For Yang Hao, it was a case of "thirty years on the east bank of the river, thirty years on the west"; do not underestimate the middle-aged man in poverty!

If there were rankings, he would be at the king level among divorced single m!

"By the way, Yang, you do have a house, don\'t you?" Zhang Guilin asked again.

"Uh, yes."

Yang Hao nodded; if she had asked him yesterday, his answer would have be no.

"How big is it?"

"Mrs. Zhang, which one are you asking about?"

Yang Hao now owned two properties: one a sixty square meters, and the other over six hundred square meters.

"You have more than one property, Yang?"

Zhang Guilin had never discussed real estate with Yang before. In her subconscious, a divorced single dad like Yang should at least own one property, but it turned out there was an unexpected gain.

"Uh, two of them."

Yang Hao replied honestly.

"How big are they?" Zhang Guilin asked curiously.

"One is 65 square meters..."

"A two-bedroom apartmt?" interrupted Zhang Guilin.

"Yes."

Zhang Guilin nodded slightly: "A bit small, but ough to live in. What about the other one?"

"688 square meters."

Yang Hao said.

"Six..."

"Wait, how many square meters???"

Zhang Guilin heard the number starting with six and thought it was also a sixty square meters, but the number coming out of Yang Hao\'s mouth seemed to be six hundred.

"688 square feet!"

Yang Hao repeated with a calm face.

However, this time Zhang Guilin exploded, "Yang, Auntie always thought you were a steady and honest kid, how could you lie to Auntie!"

"Actually, a house of sixty-some square feet is ough to live in!"

Zhang Guilin once again seriously admonished, "In front of Yingying, you mustn\'t talk like this, she\'ll think you\'re too extravagant."

"Yeah, young man, a man should boast with some measure, know the limits."

An elderly grandpa picking up his grandson from school chimed in from the side.

"Uh..."

Yang Hao was at a loss for words, only offering a wry smile.

MD, nowadays no one believes the truth anymore.

He just wanted to be an honest old man, it\'s too hard!

Fortunately, at that momt the childr were let out of school, successfully diverting the atttion of Zhang Guilin and the random grandpa.

Xixi caught sight of her dad standing out from the crowd and excitedly waved her little hands.

There were two momts each day wh this young girl was happiest, one was eating, and the other was getting out of school.

He took Xixi from Jiang Yuqi, but felt that Mrs. Qiqi, usually so fridly, looked at him a bit strangely today, ev somewhat cold.

However, Yang Hao didn\'t give it much thought, people are all moody, especially wom\'s emotions are unpredictable, perhaps Mrs. Qiqi wasn\'t in a good mood today.

"Daddy, tomorrow is the part-child sports day, Mrs. Qiqi said there are a lot of gifts, we must win, okay!"

Once they were in the car, Xixi said with a face full of anticipation.

"Mm, we will definitely win!"

Yang Hao nodded and smiled. With the foundation laid by long-term food delivery and rect fitness, he felt his physical condition was pretty good.

"Right, Mrs. Qiqi taught you guys to recite another poem today, didn\'t she?"

"Mhm!"

Xixi nodded vigorously, "Daddy, this time I remembered all of it."

"Th recite one for Daddy to hear."

Yang Hao was looking forward to it, as he noticed the confidce brimming in Xixi\'s large eyes, clearly having memorized it well.

"Okay."

Xixi nodded, th began the day\'s recitation.

"Sympathy for the Peasants"

"Tang Dynasty·Li Sh"

"At noon, hoeing in the fields, sweat drips down to the earth beath the rows..."

The young girl\'s voice was soft and sweet, reciting the first two lines smoothly.

The proud father Yang Hao nodded slightly, his eyes filled with a gtle light.

Improvemt, at least she didn\'t come up with something like \'iron pot stewing a big goose.\'

Th, he listed as Xixi continued, "Who knows in the dish..."

"Who knows in the dish..."

The young girl hesitated here, tilting her little head in thought before her eyes lit up, and she loudly said, "Who knows in the dish, not as good as roasted sweet potatoes!"

Yang Hao, hand on the steering wheel, twitched slightly, and his gtle gaze turned serious.

"Xixi, are you sure Mrs. Qiqi taught you this?"

Yang Hao asked with a grim face.

"Yes!"

Xixi nodded earnestly, "Mrs. Qiqi had us repeat it many times!"

"Don\'t you think there\'s something wrong with that last line?" Yang Hao asked.

"Daddy, did I get it wrong again?"

Xixi pouted her small mouth, looking pitifully at her driving daddy.

"Who knows in the dish, every grain was hard-earned."

Yang Hao corrected helplessly.

"Oh, oh, oh, that\'s how Mrs. Qiqi recited it..."

Xixi nodded repeatedly, th pouting again complained, "It\'s all Pg Haoxuan\'s fault, I had already learned it!"

"Pg Haoxuan again..."

Yang Hao remembered that last time\'s \'iron pot stewing a big goose\' also came from this kid.

Well, the ability to fabricate stories isn\'t bad, he can go to Qidian to write novels wh he grows up, he might ev become a platinum-level author!