Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 916 - 917 Toxic Fatherly Love 49

Ever since owning a car, those wheels spun fast, and the weekends were defined by being anywhere but home—definitely cruising to nearby cities.

Zhang Yu’s travel blogging material gradually increased, and so did her income from article fees.

Of course, that was secondary. The most surprising thing was that some resorts, hotels, and tourist attractions started reaching out to her.

Zhang Yu understood the evolving video content landscape—many bloggers produced sponsored content.

But at that time, Zhang Yu never anticipated that, as a writer and photography blogger—at most a contributor to newspapers and magazines—she’d also receive this kind of treatment. She was genuinely shocked.

Of course, the offers weren’t extravagant; they mostly involved free accommodations and little else.

Seeing these commissioned requests on websites, Wang Lei looked at Zhang Yu enviously. "You mentioned this could make money, but I wondered how much money it could actually earn."

"Now I get it. If done well, it really can make money."

"When we travel, food, lodging, and transport are the major expenses. If someone covers these, it’d save us a lot."

Zhang Yu understood Wang Lei’s view, which was common and not problematic.

"I never considered accepting such deals," Zhang Yu said sincerely.

Wang Lei looked at Zhang Yu in surprise, unable to understand why she wouldn’t comply. Even if Zhang Yu had money, these expenses weren’t insignificant.

"When you take their handouts, you’re bound to lose objectivity. If their service is great and the food is delicious, I could praise them wholeheartedly without compromising my integrity."

"But if the service falls short and the food isn’t good, how am I supposed to write?"

"I’m just an ordinary tourist, an everyday visitor. If I’m spending my own money, I can freely express my true feelings without worrying about their opinions." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

This was her biggest concern. "Once you accept payment—no matter how small—you lose the confidence to call it how you see it."

"If what we write frequently lacks objectivity, fewer people will follow our blog. How do you think they’ll react?"

"They’ll leave faster than anyone else. The audience we’ve worked hard to build would disappear just like that."

"Maintaining an account takes tremendous effort and caution, but ruining it is remarkably easy."

"True." After Zhang Yu’s explanation, Wang Lei snapped out of her initial excitement.

"How could I forget that these people are only driven by profit?" Wang Lei mentally noted this.

Later on, when Wang Lei became a travel and food review blogger herself, she adhered to this principle—never succumbing to the temptation of petty benefits.

When Li Cuifen learned of this, she too supported Zhang Yu’s approach. "Exactly, that’s the way to go."

"Cheap favors aren’t worth taking."

Wu Hao was now crazily busy. Ever since the twins of mixed sex got into a decent middle school, he realized the expenses were skyrocketing.

Tutoring costs increased; skipping tutoring wasn’t really an option since everyone else was doing it. If his kids didn’t attend tutoring, their grades might drop.

He had no choice. For their future, he bit the bullet and persisted, constantly cutting back on other expenses.

Life was already a struggle, and then the elderly parents in the Wu Family both fell gravely ill, one after the other.

Wu Hao’s siblings stared at him. "Wu Hao, you’re the most successful in the family, and now Dad and Mom’s health is like this. The doctors have said a lot of medication costs are out-of-pocket." All of them looked at Wu Hao expectantly.

Seeing his siblings waiting for him to pick up the tab, Wu Hao’s heart sank lower and lower, and grew colder bit by bit.

"Why is it me who has to pay for this?"

"You all know my situation."

"Right now, raising two kids is incredibly tough for me."

"And I’ve given so much money before to honor our parents. They have retirement pensions, don’t they? It’s obvious where their money went."

Since the elderly didn’t consider the cost of medical bills and he didn’t want to take on extra burdens, Wu Hao resisted.

The Wu Family knew Wu Hao’s temperament: sweet-talk him enough and he’d be happy to shoulder the costs.

Unexpectedly, Wu Hao now kept claiming he couldn’t afford it, leaving everyone frustrated.

The two elderly parents’ expressions were even worse—they glared at Wu Hao as if he were an enemy.

Wu Hao saw their faces. "I doted on my parents before because I could afford to. Now, raising kids isn’t easy for me."

"Our parents aren’t only my responsibility. You all are their children too; don’t you have an obligation?"

"Mom, Dad, if you want to go around saying I’m unfilial, go ahead. We can settle it in court—they’ll tell you how much I owe. I won’t listen to this nonsense anymore." Wu Hao decided not to endure their accusatory glares.

The Wu Family watched Wu Hao get up and leave and panicked, scrambling to hold him back.

"You all discuss it. Everyone pays an equal share," Wu Hao insisted.

Hearing this, the siblings started crying poverty one after another, claiming they had no money.

Looking at his siblings crying poor, Wu Hao felt like such a fool. "Whatever, discuss among yourselves. Our parents are all of ours."

Glancing at the elderly parents sitting in stunned silence, he added, "If you had saved more money back then, would you be in this situation now?"

"Forget it, I have things to do." Wu Hao saw the pitiful expressions on his parents’ faces and felt a wave of sadness, but what could he do?

He knew he couldn’t relent, or else his wallet would take the blow.

The elderly parents in the Wu Family knew the importance of saving, but with their children always crying poor and claiming they couldn’t make ends meet, what could they do?

Combined with the siblings’ assurances that Wu Hao would always be around to help, the elderly parents hadn’t thought about saving.

Now, when they needed money for their health and found even Wu Hao unwilling to pay, none of the other children were willing either.

Thinking they might truly lose their chance for treatment due to a lack of funds, the elderly couple wailed aloud.

Hearing his parents’ cries, Wu Hao couldn’t fully detach himself emotionally. As unwise as the elderly might have been, they were still his parents.

"Wu Hao, why don’t you go ask Zhang Yu for help?" Mother Wu looked at Wu Hao expectantly. "They definitely have money."

Oh, that’s right—Wu Hao’s siblings suddenly perked up, realizing they hadn’t thought of this option earlier.

Everyone nodded excitedly. "Exactly, go to Zhang Yu. Her family has money."

"So what if they’re rich? When Li Cuifen got sick, they immediately bought a large three-bedroom apartment close to the hospital for convenience."

"When Zhang Yu got into college, they bought her a small apartment near F University as a congratulatory gift."

"During her freshman year, she got her driver’s license, and they immediately bought her a brand-new car."

Over the years, Wu Hao had heard plenty about Zhang Yu’s family’s circumstances, but so what?