Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

Universities typically have dorms accommodating four to six people.

Jiye’s dorm is on the third floor, accompanied by quite a few parents who are there with their children.

Ning Jing helps him carry his woven bags. She holds them effortlessly with both hands; she has been used to labor since a young age and doesn’t have the pampered ailments typical of big-city dwellers.

Carrying these things is child’s play for her.

She is somewhat shy and doesn’t dare to speak to strangers much. If a stranger shows any malice, she immediately hides behind Jiye.

There was only one other person in Jiye’s dorm, who had chosen a spot by the window.

Since he arrived early, naturally, he picked another bed by the edge.

Ning Jing quickly bends down to help him make his bed, her brow smooth like autumn waters and skin glistening like jade in a gentle breeze.

She is exceptionally efficient at work.

"Son, this is your dormitory!"

A stylish middle-aged lady walks in with her extremely overweight son, accompanied by two suited bodyguards dedicated to carrying their luggage.

Upon entering, the lady’s face shows nothing but disdain, as she fans her face with her jewel-adorned hand.