Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Song Zhiming arrived at the hospital.

Song Zhiming then quickly left the hospital.

When they arrived, they were calm and composed, much like a scholar with a feather fan and silk turban, strategizing and planning.

He walked hurriedly, his breath coming from his dantian, looking slightly disheveled.

Tang Yisheng didn't give him any face at all.

They even said some things that almost broke him down.

I almost lost my guard.

Song Zhiming thought of Tang Yisheng's teasing remark, which sounded both joking and threatening.

Let's just take it as a joke.

The sweat on Song Zhiming's back was caused by Tang Yisheng's words.

What does "the innocent will clear themselves" mean?

If someone were to actually use a loudspeaker to broadcast Tang Yisheng's "family gossip" outside the residential compound, aside from saving face, would their career even be able to continue?

After all, Tang Yisheng lived in her own home and was nominally her stepson.

Any baseless "words" he utters will be taken as facts by those with ulterior motives.

In a workplace where everyone is assigned a specific role, things may seem calm on the surface, but in reality, everyone is eyeing the others covetously and there is a superficial harmony but underlying discord.

They'd love for someone's weaknesses to be discovered so they could be kicked out.

Song Zhiming sat back in the Audi and noticed that his left little finger was trembling slightly.

Is it from anger?

It must be from anger.

Song Zhiming absolutely refused to admit that he was cowardly, afraid, or timid.

It was the first time I realized that a shy child could be a ticking time bomb, and possibly even a huge one.

The moment the car started and drove out of the parking space, Song Zhiming thought of Yang Jinjuan.

The phrase "beautiful woman is a source of trouble" kept floating in my mind.

Tang Yisheng was discharged from the hospital.

I returned to Yongquan Hutong at 11:40.

They also missed Yang Jinjuan, who rushed into the ward.

In fact, when Tang Yisheng was settling the bill in the lobby on the first floor, he saw Yang Jinjuan running past angrily.

She was so hysterical that it was as if she wanted to devour her own son, Tang Yisheng, alive.

Tang Yisheng had long anticipated that such a situation might occur, but witnessing Yang Jinjuan's behavior firsthand still filled him with pity.

He felt sorry for himself.

With the last thread of affection in her heart, Yang Jinjuan's "golden" attribute also transformed from that of a biological mother to that of a stepmother.

Stepmothers in fairy tales are not cute or endearing.

For example, Snow White's stepmother.

Cinderella's mother.

Sleeping Beauty... uh... stop.

The courtyard remained as harmonious as ever.

The elderly couple's fried dough twist and sweet porridge shop in the west wing was bustling with customers at the peak of their business.

The booming business meant substantial income, and the elderly couple's faces were filled with satisfied and happy smiles.

It's only natural to feel happier when you're more tired.

No one was in the north room.

Zhang's parents also have a shop to run, and Zhang Lei has to take her final exams today, so she definitely won't be going home for lunch.

During exam periods, it's common knowledge that many students stay in hourly rooms at small hotels across from the school.

There were people in the east wing, and quite a few of them.

Tang Yisheng first looked at his mountain bike, which was leaning against the window and locked.

Yesterday, Tang Yisheng asked Fatty to go to the school's bike shed and ride his bike back home.

The fat man clearly carried out the task meticulously.

Aside from his lack of romantic relationships, Fatty is quite reliable in his work.

He is impeccable, especially when it comes to his brothers.

Tang Yisheng pushed open the door and entered the room.

The ceiling is very high, making the room appear to have a very impressive ceiling height.

In the corner to the left of the main room, next to the entrance to the inner room, there was a Haier standing air conditioner. A person in gray work clothes was squatting there, seemingly installing copper pipes.

Because there was a full wall of bookshelves, and only a small amount of space was reserved, the installation was a bit difficult.

However, judging from the current situation, it's nearing its end.

The executive desk is 2.2 meters long and 1 meter wide, with two wooden square pillars supporting it in the middle and cabinets on both sides serving as table legs.

The renovation was done meticulously, and Tang Yisheng couldn't see the true nature of the materials used, but the final result was almost identical to the renderings.

Even if there were minor flaws, Tang Yisheng would glance at them and let them pass by without considering anything that wasn't a fundamental or irreparable problem.

After all, Tang Yisheng wasn't the one who ultimately paid the bill, so there was no need for him to be too harsh.

Moreover, time was of the essence, and Tang Yisheng was certain that his biological mother, Yang Jinjuan, would not let him off so easily.

After all, as the saying goes, you can run away from the monk but not the temple.

The temple hasn't completely fallen into Tang Yisheng's hands yet; it's still being held by his enraged guardian.

It's only a matter of time before they find us.

Tang Yisheng went straight into the inner room.

A brand-new Haier air conditioner hangs on the north wall.

Below the air conditioner is a new beige double Simmons leather bed, with an integrated sliding cabinet behind the door. A horizontal panel extends from the north corner of the wall, serving as a bedside table.

The south has also completely changed.

The old, clunky writing desk was replaced, and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves were installed on both sides of the wall. A wooden tabletop in the middle served as a desk, and the workmanship was very meticulous, extending the entire length to connect with the windowsill. Tang Yisheng was very satisfied.

Even the gap between the windowsill and the tabletop is not noticeable unless you look closely.

It is a seamless whole.

"Huh? Aren't you having your exams today?"

Female designer Yu Jia walked in, heard a noise coming from the inner room, and followed the sound.

"Oh, I handed in my paper early and came out ahead of time."

Yu Jia didn't dare to respond.

There are only two types of people who hand in their papers early: those who are particularly calm and unhurried, and those who are just wasting their time because they don't know anything.

She felt that the handsome young man in front of her, regardless of his family background or attitude, was definitely not the former, based on her impressions from several interactions.

Nobody's perfect. If a handsome young man from a good family is also a top student, how are ordinary people supposed to survive?

It's impossible for someone to be the center of everyone's affections.

"Your sister said the inspection won't be until tomorrow afternoon. Since you're already here, why not take a look and do the inspection while you're at it?"

Yu Jia was actually a little apprehensive.

The main problem is that it's too hot, and it's a real ordeal to make the round trip.

and--

Yu Jia took a small step back and glanced at the installation worker who was moving the air conditioner unit and adjusting its final position.

If we can resolve this together, it will save me the trouble of making another trip tomorrow.

Subconsciously, Yu Jia believed that dealing with men was definitely more convenient than dealing with men of the same sex.

It's easy to gloss over minor flaws.

"I just checked, and there shouldn't be any problems. But I didn't see the appliance's packaging; where are the instruction manuals?"

"They've been stored in the bookshelf drawer, here they are."

Yu Jia walked to the bookshelf on the north side of the window and opened one of the two middle drawers.

Actually, the drawer was a minor flaw that Tang Yisheng intended to complain about.

If it weren't for the imminent arrival of Yang Jinjuan, Tang Yisheng would have planned to talk to her.

He remembered that the drawer in the design was a large one with only two handles, but after construction, it became two narrow and long drawers, and wider items could not be put in.

Seeing Tang Yisheng frown, Yu Jia obviously understood.

She glanced at the drawer she had unconsciously opened, and was just about to find the right words to explain when Tang Yisheng spoke.

"As long as the instruction manual and warranty card are still there, the drawer isn't a big problem. If you can fix it, then do so when you have time. If it's too much trouble, then it's fine to just make do with it as it is."

See it.

This is the advantage that beautiful girls have when they ask men to review their work.

Yu Jia turned around and smiled gently, her smile full of composure, calmness, and understanding.