The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 878: House Selling Successfully

night.

six o'clock.

Qin Feng is off work.

Today is Qin Feng’s first day at work.

So the boss lady asked him to work the early shift.

Qin Feng dragged his legs, which felt like they were filled with lead, out the back door of the restaurant. The greasy air and the smell of disinfectant were finally dispelled by the cool evening breeze. He took a deep breath, as if to expel the fumes that had accumulated in his lungs all day.

I had just got off work, and there were still traces of soy sauce and vegetable soup on my apron. My hair was a little messy from the heat from the kitchen, and my face showed unconcealable fatigue.

Then I quickly went to the house that was to be sold.

My workplace is about half an hour away by bus.

It was nearly seven o'clock when he reached the house.

I went upstairs, stood at the door, and paused for a few seconds.

Take out the key.

The key was inserted into the lock and made a slight "click" sound when it turned.

When I opened the door, a long-lost scent that belonged to me hit me in the face, mixed with a faint smell of dust.

This place no longer looks like a home full of life, but more like a commodity waiting to be inspected.

Qin Feng sighed, put down the canvas bag on his shoulder, and began to follow the agent's instructions. He simply tidied up the scattered newspapers and arranged the pillows on the sofa more neatly.

After finishing all this, he checked his phone. It was 7:25. He didn't want to stand around while a client was looking at a house, which would be awkward, so he picked up his bag and prepared to go to the convenience store downstairs.

When he reached the door, he couldn't help but look back at this space that had carried all his joys, sorrows, anger and happiness for five years, feeling mixed emotions.

There is nostalgia for the past, confusion about the future, and a hint of urgency to get rid of it.

Closing the door gently, he leaned against the cold wall, waiting for the arrival of the agent and the "potential new owner".

The voice-activated lights in the corridor lit up because of his movements, and the dim light illuminated his face, which looked a little tired but could not hide a hint of anticipation.

……

When he received the call again, the agent and the client who wanted to buy his house were already downstairs.

Qin Feng adjusted himself and told them to go upstairs directly.

After a while.

The agent took the client who wanted to buy a house upstairs.

Qin Feng was standing at the door waiting for them.

"Hello, Mr. Qin." The agent greeted politely.

Qin Feng smiled slightly, "Hello."

"Mr. Qin, this is Mr. Li, the man you want to buy your house from."

Mr. Li, who is selling the house, is a middle-aged man in his 40s.

Qin Feng simply greeted him, then opened the door and let them in.

"Mr. Li, please come in and take a look around." The intermediary manager Zhang greeted him warmly and winked at Qin Feng, indicating that he should also introduce himself.

Qin Feng nodded, trying to make his voice sound more natural: "Mr. Li, please take a look."

Mr. Li said "Oh" and began to look around. He first stood in the entrance hall, looked at a faded landscape painting hanging on the wall, and then turned his head to look in the direction of the living room.

"This is the living room," Qin Feng led the way into the living room. Sunlight streamed in through the large south-facing windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor. "The living room has great light, and it's especially warm in the winter," he added, as if speaking to himself, or to Mr. Li.

Mr. Li walked to the window, opened it a little, and looked out. "The view is pretty good, and the distance between the buildings is wide enough," he commented, his tone lacking much emotion.

"Yes." Qin Feng's tone was firm.

He just wanted to sell the house quickly and give the money to Li Jingnan and Wu Jiao as soon as possible.

Manager Zhang, the agent, interjected at the right moment, "Mr. Qin's apartment is in good condition. Look at the walls, there's basically no cracks. The floor is solid wood, though a bit worn. If you don't like it, it's easy to renovate."

Mr. Li didn't say anything, nodded, and followed Qin Feng to see the bedroom.

"This is the master bedroom, with a bay window." Qin Feng pushed open the door. The large double bed was still there, but without the bedding, making it seem a little empty.

Mr. Li took a quick look and then went to see the public restroom and balcony.

During the whole process, Qin Feng didn't say much. He only gave a few brief introductions when Mr. Li asked or the agent indicated.

He felt like an outsider, watching others scrutinize his most private space, feeling a mixture of emotions. Those corners that were once filled with laughter and joy were now silent, as if bidding a silent farewell.

Mr. Li inspected the property meticulously, examining everything from the walls to the floors, plumbing and electrical switches to the door and window seals. He occasionally asked a question, which Qin Feng answered one by one. Meanwhile, the agent, Manager Zhang, kept adding details about the property's advantages, surrounding amenities, and transportation options.

After looking around, Mr. Li returned to the living room. Standing in the middle of the room, he pondered for a moment before saying to Qin Feng and Manager Zhang, "The overall condition of the house is okay. I have a basic understanding of it. As for the price..."

Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat; he knew the crucial moment was approaching. He glanced at the agent, Manager Zhang, who immediately understood and stepped forward with a smile. "Mr. Li, we've discussed the price before. Mr. Qin's lowest price is 1.2 million. What do you think..."

Qin Feng didn't say anything, just stood there quietly, his eyes fixed on the familiar sky outside the window.

The sun was still shining brightly, but he knew that this sunshine might soon no longer belong to him alone.

Mr. Li hesitated for a moment and then said, "Okay, then one million and two hundred thousand. I'll transfer the money to you shortly."

The corners of Qin Feng's mouth curled up slightly, and the price of the house was also on his mind.

Qin Feng took out the key and handed it to Mr. Li who was buying the house.

"Mr. Li, this house will be yours from now on."

Mr. Li took the key. "Okay, that's settled. I'll get the money back."

Qin Feng nodded and left silently.

He knew that the house no longer belonged to him.

Then Qin Feng returned to the rental house.

A man was lying on the bed in a small rental house.

The mobile phone company suddenly received a fine of 1.2 million yuan.

After seeing the number, he smiled.

But he quickly withdrew his smile.

This money will be used to compensate Li Jingnan and her daughter, as well as Wu Jiao and her son.

I don’t know whether they will accept it.

Qin Feng glanced at the time. It was now 8:30 in the evening.

have to work tomorrow.

He planned to go to Wu Jiao's house first and give her 600,000 yuan. He didn't know where Li Jingnan lived yet. Xinxin had already finished school at this time, so he decided to talk about Li Jingnan tomorrow morning.

After a while, Qin Feng went out.

Went to Wu Jiao's place.

Knocked on the door.

A young girl came out.

"who are you?"

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the house number.

Make sure you are not going the wrong way.

"I'm looking for Wu Jiao." He thought the girl might be a relative of Wu Jiao.

"You've come to the wrong place. I don't know any Wu Jiao."

The girl was about to close the door, but Qin Feng held it against her with one hand.

The girl turned pale with fright. "What...what are you going to do?"