The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again

Chapter 32: My Bed is Comfortable

Editor: Atlas Studios

The trio in the living room only retracted their gaze when they heard Lu Mian close her room door.

Fu Man sat back down on the sofa frustratedly and indignantly.

“She definitely got the wrong idea again…”

As she spoke, she looked towards Lu Zhizhai begrudgingly.

“It’s all your fault!”

Lu Zhizhai glanced over.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier? When Lu Mian was just rescued, it’s fine if you said you were busy. Now that you’re back, you don’t want to attend her welcoming ceremony, and she heard you. What do you expect her to think?”

“Don’t start. She already said that she doesn’t need us to attend.”

Fu Man was angered by what he said, but there were too many things, so she had to pick and choose.

“You make it sound so easy! You’re hardly home, and you hardly make any money. From the big and small decisions, to keeping in touch with relatives, to raising the children, which one have you contributed to?”

“Now that Lu Mian’s back, do you know how much pressure I am under? And now that you’re back, you don’t say anything, and you’re so eager to attend Nuannuan’s pep rally. Did you raise her? Why are you taking the credit for it?!”

“That’s enough, I don’t want to argue with you.”

This was why Lu Zhizhai was unwilling to return. Fu Man would argue with him over every little detail.

And it was always the same old things, he was sick and tired of it.

He had brought up getting divorced much earlier, but Fu Man was the one who refused.

Lu Xinnuan looked at the room upstairs gloomily. Because of Lu Xinnuan, their parents’ conflict was growing.

She could not let this go on…

…

When Lu Mian returned to her room, a text from Zero came in.

Zero: Brother Mian, is now a good time to call?

“I’m at the Lu Mansion,” she replied quickly as she tossed her bag aside.

Zero: Sigh, why haven’t you moved out yet?

Lu Mian paused as she looked around her dark colour schemed room and pondered.

Mian: My bed’s quite comfortable.

Zero paused. He knew what she meant by that. She was probably waiting for something.

That worked, since Brother Mian was under surveillance now. It was good to keep a low profile, at least until the other party left.

Zero: Your custom-made bed should arrive soon.

Mian: Thanks.

Zero: Oh right, the stock from the last round has been growing in the last two days. When are we selling? A lot of people are asking in the group.

The stock market was complex, but it all boiled down to one thing: earning the differential.

Buying when the prices were slowing, and selling when the prices had increased to an amount. The difference in price was the profits.

For example, if one bought stocks at a dollar and it grew to two dollars the next day, one would earn a dollar when they sold it. If it grew to four dollars, then one would earn three dollars.

Therefore, choosing to buy in at the lowest price and selling at the peak was the ideal.

“Just wait,” Lu Mian replied casually.

…

Twelfth grade class one.

Su Jue was seated in his seat and staring at his phone early in the morning.

His tablemate peeked his head over. “Young Master Su, you’re still analyzing the stock market?”