Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Yu Jia showed Tang Yisheng the entire renovation of the east wing, from the ceiling to the floor, from every nook and cranny to the electrical wiring and appliances.

Very efficient.

Because Tang Yisheng was "very easy to talk to".

In most cases, they just glance at it and nod to confirm, without any hesitation.

So much so that the two women who had been working on the house for a while hadn't even finished cleaning the main room floor before the entire inspection process was over.

Tang Yisheng's mind was always on the courtyard.

However, Yang Jinjuan did not arrive.

What went wrong?

Or perhaps I misunderstood her. After all, she's my own mother. Maybe her previous hysterical state wasn't because of my "rebellion," but because she felt sorry for my grievances?

Tang Yisheng began to have some doubts.

Having abandoned his family for many years, Tang Yisheng even had the illusion of 'making amends' and 'fighting for' the occasional care and laughter he received during his rebirth.

In fact.

Yang Jinjuan went to the hospital because she really wanted to throw a tantrum.

After learning that Tang Yisheng had left the hospital on his own initiative, she really intended to find him immediately, scold him, and even hit him.

The more beautiful a woman is, the more unbearable it is for her to be torn apart by emotions.

Especially since Yang Jinjuan married Song Zhiming, she was the one who was climbing the social ladder, and in the details of her daily life, she subconsciously became more cautious and self-sacrificing.

When scattered grievances and negative emotions accumulate, they eventually need to be released.

Or perhaps an employee hired by the store, or a son left behind by a not-so-important ex-husband.

On her way back to Gongyuanqianggen Street, Yang Jinjuan received a page from Song Zhiming. She then waited by the roadside and was picked up by Song Zhiming in his Audi, which took her to a new and grand residential compound on Shungeng Road.

Song Zhiming's rank is at most in the third batch. It will probably be another three to five years before they are moved to the new family compound.

Looking at the lush, quiet yet grand family compound, Yang Jinjuan couldn't hide the envy in her eyes.

Song Zhiming is actually in a similar situation.

However, he is better at concealing his thoughts, and appears calm and composed on the surface.

Hu Jinquan was already waiting near the right wall of Building 3.

Upon seeing Song Zhiming's Audi, he skillfully directed the driver to the parking spot.

As the head of the second-year grade, I was not assigned to patrol during the final exams, which is a bad sign.

Although Hu Jinquan had spoken with Song Zhiming by phone last night, he still couldn't let it go. Now that he had taken the first step, he didn't mind using another favor.

After all, if he were to be dismissed, all his efforts would be in vain.

The favors you've accumulated are basically useless.

His immediate priority is to secure his position in order to have any further opportunities to negotiate.

With Director Mei about to retire, Song Zhiming, though a weaker deputy, is not without the potential to overtake her and advance further.

Hu Jinquan's last remaining source of confidence lies here.

The bond between villagers is such that the child has to go through many twists and turns to become his "great-uncle".

Although the relatives are distant, they are still close because of frequent visits.

Moreover, Hu Jinquan had helped Director Mei with many issues related to the schooling of her colleagues and younger colleagues in previous years. Whether it was out of face or goodwill, he had accumulated these favors.

Song Zhiming never expected to receive a call from Director Mei and be invited to a family dinner.

But when he heard the words "Xiao Hu will accompany you," he understood the meaning.

On the way here, Song Zhiming gave Yang Jinjuan some brief instructions, and then got into a long internal struggle between the idea that "people leave and tea grows cold" and "even a starved camel is bigger than a horse."

Hu Jinquan, who had a similar experience, had been waiting downstairs early to receive Song Zhiming and his wife.

However, Hu Jinquan's ideological battle took place last night, while Song Zhiming's battle is happening now.

"Teacher Hu and Director Mei are related? I really didn't expect that."

After getting off the car, Song Zhiming warmly extended his hand to shake hands with Hu Jinquan and smiled.

"It's my fault for not mentioning it. If this hadn't happened between our two families, I wouldn't have wanted to trouble my uncle... They were at home preparing the meal, and I couldn't help with anything, so my aunt arranged for them to come down and pick you up."

Hu Jinquan also had a smile on his face.

The words had been carefully chosen beforehand, with meticulous refinement in tone, intonation, and the complex information conveyed to the other party.

really.

Song Zhiming's smile became even more genuine.

At this moment, Yang Jinjuan seemed to have no negative emotions to vent, and a smile graced her face, like a quiet orchid.

……

Tang Yisheng waited and waited but his biological mother, Yang Jinjuan, never showed up. So he went to Mr. Li's Beef Noodle Restaurant, ate a bowl of noodles, and carried a half-empty bottle of chilled Coca-Cola in his hand. He then went to Xinhua Bookstore to read for a while.

On my way home, I passed a hardware store and bought two brass locks.

The smaller one was used for the door of the east wing room, and the medium one was taken to a 21st Century Real Estate Agency to go through the formalities, so that the agent could give it to the elderly couple in the west wing room.

When the Zhang family from the north wing returned in the evening, I gave them and myself the new keys.

In reality, there's a high probability that I won't be able to continue hiding my "landlord identity" in the future, but I'll keep it hidden for as long as I can.

Tang Yisheng wasn't mentally prepared to confront the issue of becoming a landlord.

Even Zhang Lei, who knew the truth, only thought that Tang Yisheng was relaying a message for his mother and never imagined that the landlord would be him.

Changing the locks really needs to be put on the agenda.

Tang Yisheng decided to sever ties with his family and live alone; the situation had escalated to the point where it had to be addressed.

He and Song Zhiming had a complete falling out.

What seemed like a casual joke actually served as a stark warning to Song Zhiming.

The shy little puppy revealed its sharp teeth, and Song Zhiming suddenly realized that this was not a harmless little puppy at all, but a fierce dog in a harmless disguise.

Given Song Zhiming's ambition for officialdom, it's impossible for him to continue letting his unruly son stay in his home.

After all, the sharp teeth had already been bared at Song Zhiming once, so Director Song would never continue to raise a tiger that would cause trouble.

But how do we solve this?

Tang Yisheng's biological father is not in the country, and his only remaining relative is his biological mother, Yang Jinjuan.

Emotionally, Song Zhiming couldn't get rid of Tang Yisheng.

Rationally, Tang Yisheng had to leave the Song family.

In Tang Yisheng's view.

Song Zhiming wanted to sever ties with his backyard, which was about to slip out of his control, and eliminate potential threats.

The only solution was to separate from the family and move to a small courtyard in Yongquan Hutong.

Because Tang Yisheng is already eighteen years old.

Moreover, I had recently taken the initiative to suggest moving back to Yongquan Hutong to live alone.

The hands moved past 3:30 and 25 degrees, and Tang Yisheng strolled back.

From afar, I spotted that familiar black Audi.

In a small eatery converted from a house on the south side of the street, Song Zhiming sat near the entrance. The first thing he did upon seeing Tang Yisheng was to tilt his head and say something.

Yang Jinjuan rushed out in a flurry of activity.

The mother rushed towards her good-for-nothing son, aggressive and unrestrained.

He reached out to unleash his ear-pulling magic.

But Tang Yisheng took a half step back and tilted his head to avoid it.

"Mom, what are you trying to do? Is this how you comfort me about being unable to take my final exams because of King Hu?"