Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

The entrance to the company cafeteria.

"Director Song, when should we arrange the celebration for your child's college admission?"

Song Zhiming ran into a colleague and was asked about it again.

"Soon, just wait a while, maybe on a weekend..."

Song Zhiming's excuse came out naturally, with practiced ease.

Many children in the community have experienced or are about to experience the college entrance examination. It's not news that Director Song's eldest daughter is taking the exam again this year.

In the past two months, Song Zhiming received several admission notices from various schools, and he often showed off to his colleagues.

The college entrance exam is over, and the results have been out for quite some time now.

Song Junying has professional admission notices, and her professional rankings in several schools are within the valid range. Her academic scores have also exceeded the admission line. In theory, her admission to university is a sure thing.

However, the acceptance letter was still pending and never arrived.

After getting their food and returning home, Song Zhiming and Yang Jinjuan ate and chatted in the dining room.

Ever since Tang Yisheng stopped interfering with their time together.

Yang Jinjuan and Song Zhiming also started eating at home more often.

"Manager Xue from the hotel just called to ask if we need to arrange a graduation banquet this week. Has Junying's acceptance letter arrived yet?"

"I'll call and ask again later. I ran into Lao Li and the others when I got food, and I almost didn't know how to explain it anymore."

"I met a woman buying clothes for her child the other day. Her son also got into an art college, studying fine arts. I heard he received his acceptance letter about ten days ago..."

"Perhaps art and music are different."

Song Zhiming offered a casual explanation, partly to comfort himself.

In fact, as time went on, he couldn't help but have some doubts.

Could it be that the file was missed during the filing process?

Or is there a problem somewhere?

My daughter was admitted to the vocal music department of an art college. She ranked second in her major, and although her three minor subjects (sight-singing and ear training and music theory) slightly dragged down her overall score, she still ranked ninth.

The vocal music department of the art college has a provincial enrollment quota of 30 students, and issues 90 professional admission notices.

Academic scores are not included in the ranking; as long as you score above the admission cutoff of 312 points, that's enough.

Song Junying scored 359 points in the college entrance examination.

In theory, there should be absolutely no problem with being admitted.

"How about we ask Director Hu to inquire again later, just in case we filled out the application incorrectly?"

Having been exposed to the information during this period, Yang Jinjuan has also gained a good understanding of all aspects of the college entrance examination.

She is far more proactive in being a stepmother than she is attentive to her own son.

The 1999 college entrance examination was like opening a blind box.

First, you take the exam, then you fill out your college application, and only then will the college entrance exam results be released.

The college application process is divided into early admission, first admission, second admission, etc. Although it is complicated and tedious, it is all filled out by the students themselves.

Although Song Junying has a year of experience, there's no guarantee that she won't make a mistake.

"I'm going to make a phone call."

Song Zhiming put down his chopsticks; he couldn't sit still any longer.

The call was not made to Director Hu Jinquan, but first to the Construction Committee dormitory.

Song Zhiming and Li Jinfang divorced peacefully, without completely severing ties to the point of never speaking to each other again.

In addition, they have two daughters they are raising together, especially their eldest daughter, Song Junying, who stays with them and goes to school. For the sake of their daughters, the two of them occasionally communicate by phone.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two got straight to the point.

"Just ask yourself, it's right there with you."

"What do you mean, 'right here'?"

Song Zhiming frowned and asked, "I called her last week, and she said she'd come back in a while..."

Voila.

Oops, I accidentally gave myself away.

Song Junying deceived both sides, claiming to be at the other's house, but in reality, he was drunk every night in Yongquan Hutong, sleeping with his younger brother who was like a pillow.

The main reason was that Song Junying had never been so rebellious before. His sudden outburst caught both Li Jinfang and Song Zhiming off guard.

"Not with you? Where has she been staying lately?"

"Did she go to her maternal grandfather's house?"

"I'll call and ask."

After Li Jinfang hung up the phone, Song Zhiming returned to the restaurant, but he clearly had no appetite.

Yang Jinjuan remained seated, but her ears were constantly perked up, listening intently.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

The hometown of Confucius and Mencius features a distinctive inverted sentence structure.

"The child told them they were staying here, but they've never actually come to stay. We don't know where they went..."

Where can we go?

There has never been such a precedent before.

"Could she have gone to a classmate's house? The college entrance exam is finally over, and she probably doesn't want to be controlled by her parents anymore; she just wants to relax."

Yang Jinjuan tried to comfort her husband, but her expression was a little stiff.

She vaguely sensed a rather unpleasant possibility.

The living room phone rang again.

It's estimated that Song Junying's biological mother asked him once and then rejected his request.

After Song Zhiming got married and registered his second marriage, Li Jinfang always avoided making phone calls to her ex-husband, using either his office landline or his home landline.

I rarely call the other person's mobile phone directly.

"I'm going to the Yinguang store to check the inventory. You don't need to worry about it after you finish eating; I'll clean up when I get back."

Yang Jinjuan explained to Song Zhiming first.

She lost her appetite.

I'm planning to go out and find out what's going on.

Otherwise, you'll never be able to put your mind at ease.

Song Zhiming grunted in response, but didn't say anything more.

As a father who is obsessed with his daughter, he has a petty and protective nature when his daughter suddenly rebels.

You must never let a pig eat the cabbage you've raised.

He wanted to take care of his daughter for a few more years. Even if he had to date, he would wait until she went to university, or better yet, after she graduated...

Yang Jinjuan is no help; in fact, she's just causing trouble at home. It would be better for her to focus on her new shop, giving both of them more space.

Song Zhiming felt that Yang Jinjuan had made a "concession" after considering everything and fully understanding his feelings.

His understanding and sensible wife, gentle and not domineering, won his heart.

However, Song Zhiming was unaware that Yang Jinjuan's seemingly voluntary "stepping back" was actually a pretext for something else.

She's going to Yongquan Hutong.

What if Song Junying is with Tang Yisheng?

If Tang Yisheng isn't here, things will be fine. But what if the two kids sleep together?

She couldn't explain it to Song Zhiming and his ex-wife.

Yang Jinjuan rode her scooter 125 straight to the old house in Yongquan Hutong.

Yang Jinjuan parked the motorcycle at the gate of the courtyard and walked into the courtyard. As soon as she reached the end of the bluestone path, she spotted the familiar white Giant motorcycle under the window of the east wing.

Yang Jinjuan's heart skipped a beat when her white Giant bike and her son Tang Yisheng's black mountain bike were parked side by side.

I wonder what the two people inside are like right now!

Please, please don't let it be the kind of thing you least want to see.

Yang Jinjuan moved her feet, her heart filled with trepidation, and came to the doorway.

Instead of knocking, she stood at the door and listened intently.

A sound of glass colliding came from inside the house.

Intermittent conversations could be heard.

Tang Yisheng, the son, has returned to the provincial capital.

When did you get back?

How many days have you been back?

Another voice is Song Junying.

But his tone was completely different from Yang Jinjuan's previous impression.

Her tone remained calm and unhurried, but it lacked her usual aloof and arrogant charm.

On the contrary, she was a little lazy, with a hint of barely perceptible coquettishness.

Jun-young, with her cold and aloof personality, can actually act cute?

Not—acting cute?

behave in a spoiled manner!

Oh no! We're doomed!

Yang Jinjuan frowned deeply.