Downstairs 249, Upstairs 251

Chapter 1. Little Goldfish

TN before you start reading: Note that there are a lot of internet slangs and play of words in this novel! I try to translate it the best that I can, so I hope you enjoy this comedic romantic novel! This is only a short and sweet novel.

Translator sumay

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There was a meme on the internet that was very accurate. There were only two types of personalities in the world, one which was "What does this have to do with you?", and another was "What does this have to do with me?"

Lisa thought that there was also a third type of personality. For example, when you saw a hundred dollars in the square, the first type person would pick it up and slip it into his pocket regardless of the passersby around him. The second type of person would also pick it up and pass it to the police.

As for the last type – where most people were – they would turn a blind eye and walk away. They didn't need to care about their heart or conscience; they just let their morality restrain their greed. They simply walked past to avoid problems.

Lisa belonged to this third type.

Hence, she would only bend down to pick it up if the money belonged to her in the first place!

The story began at this occasion when she was going to "pick it up".

"Slow down!"

"Bro, please pass here."

"Yes, please move it away."

"Ah, be careful with that! Never mind, i'll carry it myself."

Lisa carried the small box carefully like a baby. Growing up in an orphanage, it contained the little presents given to her during those years. Some were her cherished treasures.

Sehun once mocked her about how much she treasured those old and broken items, not even allowing anyone to touch it.

He knew nothing! Every single item contained small snippets of her memory, the little love she'd felt.

Lisa heaved a sigh as she followed the moving company to her new home.

With her long hair flowing backwards matched with white, refined features, a lot of people turned to give her a second look. She didn't care, she just wanted to move out.

The car was stopped at the entrance by a few guards at the gate. The workers of the moving company had to register their names and let them confiscate their identity cards before being permitted to enter.

"Miss, what is this place? It's so restricted."

As long as no one gave her shit, she could be pretty friendly.

"A gated community, and the land is private property. It is famous for high-performing bodyguards and a good environment. Fewer people means less noise." It was a perfect fit for a person like her who only wanted to stay at home.

The house had an expensive rental fee, but it was good that they wouldn't let outsiders in. There were five floors in one building, each floor had one apartment, and each building was quite far apart from each other.

It was perfect for people who wanted privacy. They could even pick their neighbor when they moved in, like how she knew a painter lived in 248, an elderly couple lived in 247, while 246 was bought for investment purpose, so it was empty at the moment. They allowed this disclosure because the neighbors needed to know who each other was. As the apartments were only connected by stairs, the upstairs and downstairs tenants would frequently come into contact.