Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Yang Jinjuan felt guilty for not seeking revenge for her beaten son.

Moreover, according to the divorce agreement, the old house will belong to Tang Yisheng after his son turns eighteen.

In his previous life, Tang Yisheng acquired the courtyard at No. 7 Yongquan Hutong the year he graduated from university.

More than a year and a half has passed since the mother and child became estranged.

This time, Tang Yisheng took advantage of his mother's guilt and planned to get the property's rental fees in advance, not for the money itself.

Rather, it was to make up for the regret and to protect the white moonlight up close.

Based on his memory, Tang Yisheng hadn't considered that Zhang Lei's family could consistently and stably pay rent.

He doesn't expect to actually live off the rent.

It's just that it's quite absurd for a high school student to want to become a landlord.

It's challenging, but not impossible.

After all, Tang Yisheng knew Yang Jinjuan's temperament very well.

The top beauty at the Luokou Clothing Wholesale Market would have been bullied like a quail long ago if she didn't have a bold and outspoken personality.

This matter involves the assets of Yang Jinjuan's ex-husband, so Song Zhiming will not get involved.

Tang Yisheng just happened to catch a good opportunity.

He had already thought of these things when he met Zhang Lei and learned that her family wanted to rent a house.

Although there were some setbacks along the way, Tang Yisheng eventually overcame all obstacles and achieved his goal.

"Part of that money came from Fatty and my deskmate, but the bulk of it was given by Sister Junying."

"What are you going to do with so much money! Didn't I just buy you a Panasonic CD player? Why are you planning to buy a Walkman too?"

As the guardian, the police station didn't hide any information at all.

Yang Jinjuan found out about all the excuses Tang Yisheng made.

"I just want to solve this problem once and for all."

Tang Yisheng didn't hide anything from Yang Jinjuan and confessed decisively.

"At first, Duan Xueyou and others tried to beat me up at school, but they lost and I beat them up instead. Today, he also hired people from outside the school to ambush me. If I don't fight back, I'll never have a peaceful life again."

Tang Yisheng is right.

The more reasonable his words seemed, the more uncomfortable Yang Jinjuan felt.

She had many concerns: her son's safety, Song Zhiming's emotions and potential reputational damage, and whether Tang Yisheng would face difficulties at school...

The only thing they didn't consider was whether Tang Yisheng's studies would continue to be disturbed.

"I'm already in my second year of high school. If I get distracted by all this commotion and can't concentrate on my studies, how am I going to get into university? When Junying lent me money, she told me to hurry up and deal with Duan Xueyou's matter so that I wouldn't fall behind in my studies."

Yang Jinjuan felt even more guilty.

Even Song Zhiming's daughter, Tang Yisheng's sister who has no blood relation to him, considered this point. On the contrary, the biological mother herself had no interest in whether her son's studies would be affected by the gains or losses.

"The money is in my bag. I'll give it to you later. You can return it to school tomorrow. This won't happen again. If they bother you again, just tell me."

"Mom, distant water can't quench immediate thirst. I have a little more money on hand. I'll occasionally treat my classmates to an ice cream and a drink during breaks. With more acquaintances, at least Duan Xueyou and the others won't dare to mess with me at school."

"If you're still looking for people outside of school, then you and Uncle Song can step in again. Actually, I wanted to make an example of someone today..."

"I know my son is amazing, he has a good memory like me, so he remembers most of it."

Yang Jinjuan has a low level of education, but her only source of pride is her keen sense of numbers and her ability to do mental calculations very quickly.

He can almost recite addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division of numbers up to five digits off the top of his head.

After all, she has a straightforward business personality, and even if her calculations aren't entirely accurate, rounding down the amount doesn't make much difference.

"Mom, I'll collect the rent and keep track of the expenses. You can check the accounts anytime, okay? I'm eighteen now, shouldn't I be working on this too?"

Tang Yisheng had to repeat a grade because he transferred to a school in the provincial capital during junior high school. In addition, his birthday was a bit late, so he turned eighteen before the end of his second year of high school.

Since her son had put it that way, Yang Jinjuan couldn't refuse.

It was a rare and enjoyable time to have a heart-to-heart talk with my son.

If you say no, it will affect your mood and prevent the conversation from going smoothly.

"You must keep a record of your expenses. I will conduct a thorough review of the accounts every week. If I find that you are spending money recklessly, I will disqualify you from collecting rent."

"Okay, no problem."

The mother and daughter's conversation ended there.

Yang Jinjuan went out, and Tang Yisheng closed the door and turned off the light.

We have to get up early for morning exercises tomorrow.

Teenagers are sleepy and feel they don't get enough sleep even with eight hours a day, unlike Tang Yisheng in his middle age.

Even after sleeping five or six hours, I can still feel energetic.

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When Zhang Lei got home, it was already getting dark.

The dimly lit building was plastered with flyers and printed GG logos, creating a messy and desolate atmosphere.

She lives on the ground floor of a building in the Beitan residential area. In front of her small courtyard of more than 40 square meters are two small bungalows, which used to be where her family made their living. The name "Zhang Liang Ramen Restaurant" still hangs there.

Zhang Lei usually goes home from the ramen shop and rarely takes the back stairwell.

With the noodle shop recently closed, Zhang Lei has to take a longer route, going through half a circle in the neighborhood before she can get home.

Zhang Lei was unaware of the reason why the noodle shop had closed down.

The naive girl actually believed her parents' explanation, thinking that the family was planning to move to a place with more foot traffic and add a spicy hot pot restaurant to the mix.

Perhaps because girls are more sensitive, she subconsciously used her free time to help her parents and contribute to the family's efforts to rent a new place.

Zhang Lei opened the door and entered the house.

Upon hearing the noise, Zhang Xu, the younger brother, came out from the inner room.

"Sis, why are you home so late?"

"I went to Furong Street to look for an apartment. Where are Mom and Dad?"

"They've already set up their stall. The food's in the pot, so hurry up and eat. I'm leaving now."

Having completed his role as a mouthpiece, Zhang Xu was eager to head out.

"Don't stay up too late, you have class tomorrow."

Zhang Lei knew that her younger brother Zhang Xu loved playing basketball. He was already wearing a Bulls jersey with the number 23 on, Nike wristbands, and basketball shoes. It was obvious what he was going to do.

"Okay, sis, where are your car keys? Can I ride it for a bit?"

Zhang Lei handed the key to Zhang Xu and went into the kitchen.

The sound of my younger brother Zhang Xu running echoed from the stairwell and gradually faded away.

The house fell silent, a silence that made Zhang Lei feel a little depressed.

My parents got a second-hand tin food cart and have been setting up a stall at the night market every night for the past week to sell spicy hot pot.

They said they'd practice first, and the flavor of the mala tang sauce would definitely be even better when the new store opened.

Zhang Lei, the older sister who is in high school, believed her parents' story, while her younger brother Zhang Xu, who is still in the fourth year of junior high school, was even less likely to doubt it.

But perhaps girls are more sensitive, and when she calmed down and was alone, she always felt that something was not quite right.

She had considered that her family might be facing a difficult situation, but due to her age and limited experience, Zhang Lei underestimated the severity of the matter.

In fact, the Zhang family suffered a misfortune some time ago, and their cozy little home was forced to be used to pay off debts.

With the house gone, the noodle shop naturally could no longer continue operating.

Fortunately, after selling the house, the family still had some money left over, which gave them the confidence to make a comeback.