Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 926 - 927 Toxic Fatherly Love 59

Wang Lei was stunned when she learned that Zhang Yu had gone on a blind date last night.

And even more surprised to find out that they were already a couple, discussing plans for their marriage house—her mouth opened wide before quickly closing.

"I don’t even know what to say."

"I know couples who meet through matchmaking usually get married quickly, but the pace you’re moving at is really rare."

"I hope I won’t miss your wedding," Wang Lei suddenly thought of something very important.

"Let me tell you, no matter what, you’ve got to inform me ahead of time."

"Even if I have to take time off work, I will come back to attend your wedding." Zhang Yu had been her best friend since childhood—she couldn’t miss such a significant event.

Wang Lei wondered whether Zhang Yu and Feng Ji would really go the distance, though even if they didn’t, she knew Zhang Yu wouldn’t consider remarrying after a divorce.

"Relax, we don’t even plan to hold a wedding ceremony."

"We don’t have many relatives, and he’s busy, so we’ll just register our marriage and have a simple meal with both families."

"Wait, that’s it?" Wang Lei initially wanted to ask—since the Feng’s house wasn’t short on money—how Zhang Yu would decorate the wedding venue.

But to her surprise, Zhang Yu hadn’t even considered holding a wedding. "Aren’t you missing out?"

"You’re passing up the chance to wear a wedding dress." Wang Lei wasn’t overly enthusiastic about marriage itself, but when it came to wedding dresses, she absolutely adored them and looked forward to wearing one someday.

A wedding dress? Zhang Yu had worn countless wedding dresses—bought, rented, custom-made—she had tried all kinds in every possible way.

As for where the ceremony should be held or how the scene should look, she had been through it all.

If Zhang Yu had to choose, she’d prefer to keep things simple. "If feelings are lasting, why worry about moments of formality?"

Wang Lei decided not to continue discussing the topic with Zhang Yu. "Fine, if you say no ceremony, then no ceremony."

"But remember your words. If I find out you end up holding a wedding anyway, I will be seriously pissed." Wang Lei didn’t forget to throw in a playful threat.

"Don’t worry, who would I even invite to a wedding?"

"I barely stay in touch with my friends from middle and high school."

"As for my university classmates, quite a few have continued their studies." Philosophy majors, especially, tend to pursue further education, so many of her dormmates had opted for graduate school.

Some continued in philosophy, while others switched tracks and studied other fields.

All in all, out of the entire class, Zhang Yu was the only one who didn’t pursue further studies. Inviting university classmates to the wedding and asking them to cough up money for a banquet? Not a chance.

"Besides, if I host a wedding banquet, you know Wu Hao would definitely pop up and cause chaos."

Zhang Yu thought for a moment, "Forget it, there’s no need. Hosting a wedding means exhausting yourself to death and spending a fortune."

"Why bother? Instead of going through all that, I’d rather save myself the trouble. I’d rather use the money to take the two grandmas on a trip."

She’d already made a simple plan to figure out where to go with the money she’d save.

Using the savings for travel instead made sense to Wang Lei, though she couldn’t understand, "Why take the two grandmas on a trip?"

"He’s got to earn money." Zhang Yu was blunt. "A man has to work hard to earn money, or how else will he support the family?"

"How well my life goes depends on his earning ability." Zhang Yu remarked, "Just give me cash, and we’re good."

Watching Zhang Yu’s enthusiastic expression, Wang Lei asked, "So, will you keep working?"

"Why wouldn’t I work?" Zhang Yu looked at Wang Lei, confused. "Just because Feng Ji can earn money doesn’t mean I don’t have to work hard."

"I still need to make an effort."

"No one knows what the future holds—work gives you the greatest sense of security," Zhang Yu declared resolutely.

"Anyway, our upcoming trip just gained one more companion." Their relationship had just been confirmed yesterday, and today Old Lady Feng announced her plan to join them on their international tour.

Most importantly, she had her visa ready. Booking tickets? Feng Ji had already taken care of it—they were all on the same flight.

Wang Lei had no objections; one more person didn’t bother her. "Feng Ji’s really got a big heart."

"And a generous wallet," Zhang Yu chuckled, amazed by Feng Ji’s willingness to pay for Old Lady Feng to join the trip.

Initially, Wang Lei wasn’t inclined to pry—it was their private matter—but Zhang Yu’s evident surprise was enough to pique her curiosity.

"Can you tell me how much he spent?" Wang Lei couldn’t hold back her curiosity.

Zhang Yu held up a number with her fingers, and Wang Lei audibly sucked in her breath. "You managed to casually find a man to partner up with, and somehow got this lucky."

"Seriously, you know people will absolutely feel jealous about this." Even Wang Lei, despite her good friendship with Zhang Yu, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy herself.

Jealousy? Zhang Yu grinned and replied, "I truly don’t care."

"I’ve been envied by people since I was a kid." She couldn’t count how many people had been jealous of her.

"I honestly don’t care."

"I’m just focused on living my life as best as I can."

"With the budget newly adjusted upwards, we can have an even better trip." Since Feng Ji was so generous, she decided to include a few items they’d previously cut for budget reasons.

After rushing around to finalize the details, Zhang Yu managed to finish organizing the latest itinerary for their trip to America just before boarding the plane.

She sent the updated travel plan to Feng Ji as well, so he could review it.

Feng Ji made time to visit home before the trip—after all, his grandmother was heading abroad, and as her grandson, he had to show up.

Just as he’d barely exchanged a few words with his grandmother, Zhang Yu asked for his email and casually outlined the places they planned to visit.

Feng Ji listened to her brief rundown of the itinerary and recognized the effort she’d put into organizing it. No wonder she could publish articles online and in newspapers—her work was well-received.

Indeed, over the past few days, Feng Ji had taken the time to learn more about Zhang Yu. "There are a few places you should reconsider visiting," he pointed out.

Feng Ji mentioned a few areas with poor security. "The scenery in those spots is nice, but if it’s just the five of you traveling, I wouldn’t recommend it."

"Oh, you’ve been there." Right, Zhang Yu had forgotten—Feng Ji had studied in America, so he must have some insights.

"I used to travel during my time off, although most of my schedule consisted of classes, labs, and the library."

"Mainly, though, I was focused on earning money." Feng Ji recalled those days, a somewhat grim expression appearing on his face.

He grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down a few place names. "These spots have beautiful views, and they’re on your route."

Zhang Yu took the note and examined it carefully. "These places look great."

"I didn’t expect you to remember them so vividly." Zhang Yu clarified that she’d mentioned her plans casually, with no particular intention.

But when she glanced up and saw Feng Ji’s expression sour, she immediately understood—it must have been something she said earlier. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, I just remembered some unpleasant memories. Back when I had holidays, I worked as a tour guide for some rich Chinese students studying abroad."

Feng Ji didn’t elaborate further.

Zhang Yu understood—some international students really could be extravagantly wild.

The Feng family had some wealth, but it wasn’t enough to support Feng Ji living comfortably abroad. It wasn’t surprising that he’d taken on side jobs.