Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 690 The Bow in My Heart
When a dozen or so relatives sat down at home, the three-bedroom, one-living-room house immediately seemed very cramped.

Chen felt that it was time to put the suggestion of "changing houses" on the agenda.

He had asked once before, but Old Chen and Empress Dowager Mao both refused. They had lived in this community for a long time and had developed feelings for it, so they didn't want to go through any more trouble.

The scumbag is cunning; he stayed close to his grandmother, and his biological mother couldn't get rid of him.

Empress Dowager Mao glared at her, her expression a mixture of anger, sadness, and a sense of relief before making the final decision.

Chen scratched his head, secretly trying to understand the deeper meaning behind his mother's gaze.

"Blood ties" are a wonderful thing. Even if you haven't seen each other for a year, you can warm up to each other with just a few words.

After finishing their cups of hot tea, the eldest and second uncles quickly started chatting with Old Chen, discussing the village and town leaders, the downfall of the Shi family, and their views on related social issues...

The two uncles undoubtedly doted on their nephew, but that didn't stop them from also loving to boast.

On the contrary, people like Lao Chen, who have seen the world, rarely express their opinions in public unless they are specifically discussing a phenomenon with Chen Zhe.

Chen Zhe had thought about it. Perhaps the middle-aged people like his eldest and second uncles had a lingering sense of national ownership, which created a contradictory mentality due to a lack of respect in their daily lives.

Perhaps it's an outlet for social injustice and pressure.

Perhaps it is anxiety about their own living environment that drives them to strive for a sense of existence in a rapidly changing society.

However, there's no need to ridicule them; they represent one voice in a diverse society.

Then Chen discovered that his grandfather was actually a very wise old man; he was almost always with his pipe in his hand in the small courtyard by the lake.

But when he came to his daughter's house in the provincial capital, it was as if he had quit smoking. He occasionally heard his son say things that were too extreme.

Grandpa took a sip of hot tea and calmly objected, "What's wrong with the country? Old Wu from the village spent 2 yuan on surgery, but he got over 1 yuan reimbursed. Without these policies, how could we afford to get sick..."

Grandma chatted with her daughter about the harvest from the fields and fishponds.

Grandma remembers very clearly which rain fell in which season this year.

When Grandma mentions the flood that swept into the courtyard in early summer, which only resulted in the loss of a few hundred yuan worth of fish fry, she still slaps her thigh and sighs heavily.

Of course, the grandmother didn't want her daughter; she wanted to give her the few hundred yuan subsidy.

As parents age, they develop an emotional dependence that they themselves are unaware of, seemingly expressing their "minor losses" and "minor troubles."

It's actually expressing, "Child, I miss you."

Mao Xiaoqin patted her mother's shoulder to comfort her, and then asked about her two nephews' lives.

Mao Xiaoqin was one of the very few college students in the village during that era. As a "capable aunt" who was often mentioned, Mao Chuan and Mao Rui undoubtedly respected and revered her.

Mao Chuan is a few years older than Chen Zhe and has been working for several years. His first job was found through Mao Xiaoqin's connections.

Later, when Mao Chuan wanted to open a real estate agency, Mao Xiaoqin was very supportive of her honest and simple nephew.

Another nephew, Mao Rui, was even more honest. He was instilled from a young age to take his "aunt" and "cousin" as role models. Although his grades were okay in the local school, they were not good enough in the whole province.

Mao Xiaoqin frowned deeply as she listened to Mao Rui report on her final exam results.

She knew very well that this was a matter of talent, and that her nephew had already worked very hard. Saying anything now would only put pressure on the child.

"Auntie, what if Mao Rui isn't cut out for studying?"

My second aunt joked, "After graduating from high school, she went to run errands for his brother."

"His brother" refers to Chen Zhe.

Chen smiled but didn't say anything.

Neither Lao Chen nor Mao Xiaoqin said a word.

"What are you thinking about, Second Aunt?"

The chubby-cheeked Mao Xintong spoke up: "The general manager's office staff who can run errands for Chen all have a bachelor's degree from a 985 university. What can Mao Rui, a high school graduate, do? If he can't go to university, he shouldn't leave. He should go and inherit my grandma's fishpond."

"How can it be!"

My second aunt immediately retorted, "I was just joking! We'd sell everything we own to send Mao Rui to university! Xiao Tong, don't you even think about what's best for your brother... Chen Zhe, are the expectations for running errands for you so high now?"

"Not at all."

Chen smiled and dodged the question: "But for Mao Rui, the most important thing right now isn't to run errands for me in the future, but to seize this crucial period in his second year of high school and get into a good university first."

Chen Peisong, sitting on the other end of the sofa, looked on with a mixture of pride and emotion, admiring how appropriate Chen's response was.

In the compound of his workplace, Secretary-General Lin of the Municipal Party Committee often mentioned his son.

The first time it was mentioned, he smiled and said, "Old Chen, your son..." Later, he exclaimed in surprise, "Chen..."

Now, he said calmly, "President Chen..."

How could such a subtle change in tone escape the notice of Chen Peisong, who had worked his way up from the grassroots level?

Even Lao Chen's "status" at work is rising.

The head of the Policy Research Office, Director Ji, is said to be transferred to another bureau to take up a non-leadership position after the New Year, but there is no indication of a successor. According to custom, it should be an internal promotion.

Although Chen Peisong has always been humble, he knows that this position should belong to him.

Chen was not familiar with Secretary-General Lin, but he was familiar with Secretary Zhu of the Municipal Party Committee, and Secretary-General Lin was also Secretary Zhu's chief steward.

The chief steward of the municipal party committee, can't you even figure out this little thing?
But why is such an outstanding son so terrible at love?

Is it true that no one is perfect?
Just as Old Chen was sighing, his phone suddenly rang. After answering for a few minutes, he said, "Um... a friend is coming over, I'll go downstairs to meet him."

Upon hearing this, the noisy living room suddenly fell silent.

After a while, Aunt Chen smiled and said, "Chen's girlfriend is coming. We want to see what girls from big cities look like."

"It must be both beautiful and fashionable."

My second aunt was also full of expectations.

When Chen went to pick up the bride, all the relatives were looking forward to her arrival, and even her maternal grandparents were smiling as they looked at the door.

Mao Xintong wondered, which younger brother's sister-in-law was it?

She knows everything, but she has never told anyone.

Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin exchanged a glance.

finally coming?

Mao Xiaoqin took a deep breath, as if she could hear her heart pounding in her chest. This feeling of tension was no less than when she first went on the operating table.

Soon, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, accompanied by the sound of her son talking.

At this point, Empress Dowager Mao gradually calmed down.

This is the determination of someone who, once the bow is fully drawn, will not retreat.

"Bang bang~"

The door lock was opened quickly.

Mao Xiaoqin's face instantly lit up with a smile. No matter what, she really liked Weiwei...

Ok……

Ok?
What about Weiwei?
Who is this?
A strange girl was standing at the door.

It was a face favored by the camera, beautiful and very distinctive, with white and even teeth, and long hair tied into a neat bun at the back of the head, revealing a smooth and full forehead and a slender neck.

What's even more distinctive is the full, curvaceous figure beneath the light-colored coat, like the weight of a ripe fruit, effortlessly supporting the finely woven fabric to create a breathtakingly rounded arc.

Although she was dressed very conservatively, with almost no extra inch of skin exposed, one could still sense a voluptuous desire emanating from her.

"Mom, this baby will definitely be easy to give birth to!"

The eldest aunt whispered to her grandmother, while casually puffing out her already sagging breasts.

When I was young, I was just as good as you!

It's just that I'm not as good-looking as you!
Grandma squinted her aged eyes and did not respond.

But Dr. Mao is going crazy.

She had been preparing for almost a day and a night, just waiting to resolve her son's messy love history in one fell swoop today, and was even prepared to play the villain.

It turned out it wasn't Weiwei!
Mao Xiaoqin suddenly felt lost and confused as her plans were disrupted.

But at the same time, another voice in her mind kept popping up uncontrollably: "Thank goodness it's not Weiwei, thank goodness it's not Weiwei, thank goodness it's not Weiwei..."

It felt like an escape, or perhaps a relief. After being tense for so long, the nerves that had been stretched taut for so long suddenly relaxed uncontrollably because of this blunder.

She felt that the bow in her heart could never be fully drawn again.

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