Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

"Great job, son! You're really something!"

Yang Jinjuan praised him so highly that she almost ground her back teeth to powder.

"Mom, this isn't what I wanted either. Why were they so cruel? Besides, I've had enough of living under someone else's roof. I need to save up for my high school and college education, right?"

Yang Jinjuan and Song Zhiming waited for more than an hour before Tang Yisheng returned, saying they needed to have a serious talk.

Tang Yisheng suggested returning to his family home.

The east wing of Yongquan Hutong was beautifully decorated, but Tang Yisheng didn't want them to see it, fearing it would affect the upcoming negotiations.

Every detail must be taken into account.

Because Tang Yisheng firmly believed in what an unknown person had said: details determine success or failure.

back home.

Yang Jinjuan brewed tea first, while Song Zhiming and Tang Yisheng sat on either side of the living room sofa, leaving the middle sofa wide open.

Song Zhiming started the conversation.

The content is the same old story: the proposal to abandon the pursuit of Hu Jinquan's responsibility.

Tang Yisheng retorted decisively, with a firm attitude.

Song Zhiming patiently analyzed the pros and cons with Tang Yisheng, talking about officialdom and interpersonal relationships, but Tang Yisheng didn't buy it.

Yang Jinjuan brewed the tea, but only poured a cup for Song Zhiming and herself. Seeing that Song Zhiming was speechless after being rebuked, she took advantage of her status as his mother and began to boss him around.

Tang Yisheng argued his case logically, trying to infuriate Yang Jinjuan.

then--

As expected, the topic took a sharp turn, heading in the direction that both Song Zhiming and Tang Yisheng were hoping for.

"Mom, are you even my real mother? Have you ever thought about me, not even for a second? Where has your heart gone?"

Seeing that the time was ripe, Tang Yisheng chose to launch a public counterattack.

The questioning left Yang Jinjuan speechless and made her even more furious.

"Didn't you want to live alone? I agree! Anyway, you're all grown up now, and you've become more independent, so whatever I say won't make a difference..."

Yang Jinjuan let out a heavy sigh: "Since I can't control you, just pretend I'm not your mother anymore. I'm not going to care anymore! Do whatever you want."

Yang Jinjuan was clearly trying to shift the blame, but her words implied that she had tried but simply couldn't do it.

Tang Yisheng listened silently.

Anyway, let her ramble on as she pleases, since it can't all be put on paper.

Tang Yisheng was too lazy to waste his energy on arguments that had no legal effect.

Song Zhiming hesitated, then looked at Tang Yisheng, feeling that the boy was more mature than he had imagined.

Being a hothead is just a facade.

It doesn't seem realistic to completely break ties with oneself.

So what was his intention...?

It doesn't matter whether it is or not.

Song Zhiming decided to go with the flow.

Having a dangerous child like Tang Yisheng around means there will never be peace and quiet, and no one will be able to sleep soundly.

Today, he would rather take half a day off to spend time with his wife, Yang Jinjuan, so as to personally oversee the process of Tang Yisheng's "expulsion from the family."

Of course.

He was just there to accompany and support him.

There can only be one truly evil person: Yang Jinjuan.

Yang Jinjuan was happy to do it.

She secretly wished she could get rid of Tang Yisheng, this burden.

However, because of the label of her biological mother, she was afraid of leaving a bad impression on Song Zhiming.

After two years of putting up with it, Song Zhiming couldn't keep up the act any longer, and Yang Jinjuan was also nearing her limit.

"Since that's the case..."

Tang Yisheng sat up straight: "Then let's split up the family."

"You said it yourself."

Yang Jinjuan was furious and immediately pressed for an answer, her tone threatening: "We'll transfer your household registration to a separate account, but then we won't take care of you anymore."

"Okay, I understand. I'm moving out of here and back to Yongquan Hutong. Oh, by the way, when are we going to complete the property transfer there?"

Yang Jinjuan: ...

"How can I register my household registration if I don't transfer the property ownership? Or will I need to contact you for anything in the future?"

Tang Yisheng's calm and composed tone made Song Zhiming glance at him again, and Yang Jinjuan was stunned for more than ten seconds.

"You're so quick to agree? Really not going to reconsider? You know what this means for us, mother and daughter, right?"

Yang Jinjuan was taken aback, somewhat incredulous, and also seemed a little unwilling.

Human nature always has its contradictions.

They want to shift the blame but don't want the other party to feel the same relief and satisfaction.

Tang Yisheng, being the eldest son, should be conflicted, hesitant, timid, and filled with confusion and fear about the future.

This fits her preconceived notion of Tang Yisheng.

"Never to see each other again? What else could it be?"

Tang Yisheng shrugged. The harshest words were spoken in the most nonchalant tone, so there was no point in hiding them or putting on airs.

He leaned back against the sofa and continued:

"Since you've already said all that, why should I keep putting up a fight? Besides, Uncle Song has also come along to pressure me."

Song Zhiming felt a tightness in his chest, but he remained silent.

There were no outsiders in the room, so he wasn't afraid to make his stance even more obvious.

Since we've already broken ties with that little wolf Tang Yisheng, there's no point in hiding anything anymore.

Tang Yisheng smiled calmly, then turned to look at Yang Jinjuan, whose expression was complex:

"Our bond as mother and son is shallow, and we've come to an end. As the closest of relatives, this is my final blessing to my mother, and I'll help you remove this shackle from me."

"You're still in high school, your mom and I will never neglect your living expenses..."

"Uncle Song, please don't say such polite things. I'm embarrassed for you."

Tang Yisheng interrupted Song Zhiming's attempts to ease the tension and asked directly, "After my father went abroad, did he pay child support payments a few times?"

Here's the card, all the money in it is yours.

Yang Jinjuan glanced quickly at Song Zhiming and said decisively.

"How much has my dad called? How much is left in the account?"

"Do you think you know me that well? The money your father sent wasn't just for you."

Is there a legal obligation for an ex-husband to support his ex-wife?

Tang Yisheng's words can be so scathing they can kill.

Yang Jinjuan was furious.

"Yisheng, is your courtyard renovation finished? How much did it cost?"

Song Zhiming interrupted and asked.

"Uncle Song, besides printing banners, do you think print shops also sell megaphones?"

Tang Yisheng smiled enigmatically: "You'd better take better care of your health in the future. Going to work upright and coming home horizontally every day, drinking alcohol twice a day is really not good. You're not young anymore, your health is much more important than indulging in food and drink."

"Alright, stop with the sarcastic remarks. You're such a good son!"

Yang Jinjuan sighed.

"Your dad has sent money four times in the past two years, the last time before your birthday. He promised to take care of you until you turned eighteen, but now that you've turned eighteen, he definitely won't be sending money anymore."

"Does that add up to 100,000 yuan?"

Tang Yisheng thought for a moment and then asked.

Song Zhiming narrowed his eyes, and Yang Jinjuan couldn't help but scoff, "Him? Someone so stingy, how could he give you so much?"

"Stop dreaming, it doesn't even add up to 40,000 yuan."

"Then let's make up the difference, it'll be exactly 50,000. I won't bother you anymore."

Tang Yisheng turned to Song Zhiming: "Uncle Song, if you're worried, can I write a document stating that I've voluntarily moved out?"