Reborn back to the time before I sold my blood to support my scumbag boyfriend's college educat

Feng Yarou shook her head, and the two of them instantly looked grim.

"What the hell does Pei Feng mean? So many days have passed, and he still hasn't made a decision?"

"This is outrageous! I'm taking my brother to his place tonight to confront him. Ya Rou, go report this to the police tomorrow and scare Pei Feng."

Chen Xinjun thought Pei Feng was trying to stall for time again. He had previously thought that Feng Yarou was confident and that the matter was settled.

"Xinjun, Pei Feng has decided not to sell the house or compensate us. He's convinced we can't do anything to him, and he even said that the Chen family are spineless and only know how to cower, so he wants me to step in."

He told me to report him to the police and have him arrested, saying that at worst he'd just get a lecture and be detained for a few days. Basically, his point was that as long as Xiaoyu was registered in his household, there was nothing we could do about it.

Feng Yarou doesn't believe a word Pei Feng said today. However, he is right about one thing: as long as he's around, Feng Yarou won't be able to sell the house.

"Damn it, Pei Feng is courting death. Don't think he's so great just because he has a few nephews. No way, I can't swallow this. Xiao Yu, you get some rest. Dad will go find some friends to teach Pei Feng a lesson."

Chen Xinjun was very angry. He had no money on him and his family didn't have much money either.

His only son was crippled by him, and Pei Feng said he wouldn't pay compensation, so he didn't. Chen Xinjun had never suffered such a loss in his life.

"Xinjun, don't go. We can't beat him. Just accept your fate!"

Feng Yarou tried to stop Chen Xinjun from leaving, but Chen Xinjun pushed her away.

"Get out of my way, don't stop me. If I don't beat Pei Feng to a pulp this time, I'm not a Chen."

After saying that, Chen Xinjun didn't even look at Feng Yarou who had fallen to the ground, and stormed off.

"Mom, are you alright?"

Feng Yarou stood up, brushing the dust off her bottom as she said, "Xiaoyu, I'm fine."

"Dad..."

Feng Yarou told Chen Zongyu to coax Chen Xinjun more these few days and make sure he stayed home with her.

That night, Feng Yarou originally wanted to tell her son about Chen Xinjun's schemes against them, but she worried that her young son wouldn't keep things to himself. So, after thinking about it, Feng Yarou decided not to say anything for the time being.

It's not too late to talk to Chen Zongyu after we get the money and leave Kyoto. Chen Zongyu disliked Chen Xinjun before the incident because he was incompetent.

Feng Yarou knew that the father and son didn't have much of a relationship, so she wasn't worried about Chen Zongyu's unwillingness to leave with her.

"It's alright, he knows what he's doing."

Feng Yarou said nonchalantly that she deliberately provoked Chen Xinjun so that he would go and settle accounts with Pei Feng.

Because Feng Yarou said she needed to think about it, Pei Feng felt it wouldn't be a big problem. He figured he had Feng Yarou under control, so he would tell his older brothers the good news.

The Pei family happily enjoyed a reunion dinner. Pei Feng and his two older brothers drank and chatted from around noon until after 5 p.m. before Pei Feng finally staggered home in a taxi.

Pei Feng said he gave the money to Feng Yarou. His older brother paid for Pei Feng's taxi fare, and his second brother stuffed 100 yuan into his pocket.

Pei Feng was moved to tears and promised to give them a good life in the future. Pei Hai originally wanted his son to go back with Pei Feng, but Pei Feng waved his hand and said it wasn't necessary.

"The three Pei brothers can really drink! Let's go back too."

Xia Yichu and Pei Shizhou waited for Pei Feng near the Pei family home for several hours, hoping to hear something useful from the Pei family. Unfortunately, Pei Feng's two older brothers spent the entire time trying to please him, spouting nonsense and wasting their time.

"Xiao Chu, are you tired?"

"I'm not tired. I wonder how my uncle is doing?"

Pei Shizhou hasn't bothered her these past two days, so she went to bed early and slept soundly until dawn.

"Don't worry, your uncle can handle it himself."

"That's true. Let's go back to sleep early and come to the Pei family to watch the show again tomorrow."

Xia Yichu found it amusing to think about how Zhou Wenbin had gone home yesterday and invited the two elderly members of the Zhou family to a hotel to persuade Yao Jingshen.

Zhou Wenbin specially booked a room for the two elderly people in the hotel, next to Yao Jingshen's.

The two elderly people became attached to Yao Jingshen, saying they wanted to drive away their son Zhou Wenbin and bring Yao Siying and Yao Jingshen back to the Zhou family.

They also said that if Yao Jingshen wanted to return to the United States, they would like to go with him if he didn't mind, and they would bring their own living expenses.

Yao Jingshen had no choice but to wait until the two elderly people were resting late at night before talking to Zhou Wenbin.

He deeply regretted agreeing to meet Xia Yichu and Zhou Wenbin; his mother had already called once urging him to go back.

"Could you please persuade the two elderly people to go home first? They are too old to go through all this trouble with you."

Yao Jingshen said irritably while smoking, "Grandpa Zhou has been cooking all sorts of different dishes for me today. Grandma Zhou has been staying by my side chatting with me, and she's been giving Zhou Wenbin a thorough dressing-down right in front of me."

She held his hand with heartache and said that his mother and he had suffered because of Zhou Wenbin's sins.

"No, they won't listen to me. Jing Shen, please let me meet with your mother?"

"No, have you thought about how your wife feels? It's unfair to her that you meet with Mom in private like this."

It's strange, didn't Xia Yichu's cousin go home yesterday to talk about his wife and son? Why didn't he come to the hotel to make a scene? What wife can tolerate her husband having a son with another woman?

"Who are you listening to? I'm not even married, so where would I get a wife?"

Zhou Wenbin stared wide-eyed and asked, "Who is it that's falsely accusing me by Yao Jingshen's side?"

"Was that Xiao Cheng from yesterday Miss Xia's cousin?"

"yes!"

Zhou Wenbin replied with a puzzled look, "What does this have to do with me?"

How many siblings do you have?

Now that the topic had been brought up, Yao Jingshen decided to make things clear. Otherwise, leaving this place wouldn't be easy. Zhou Wenbin had not only brought two elderly people to keep him company, but also hired someone to watch over him 24 hours a day.

I only have one younger sister.

"That settles it then. Miss Xia is your sister's daughter, so isn't her cousin your son?"

"Bullshit! When did Xiao Chu become my sister's daughter? Pei Shizhou next to her is my sister's son. What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"

I'm not married. Your mother has only ever been my wife. Did you tell your mother that I'm married?

Zhou Wenbin became anxious, and Yao Jingshen also felt embarrassed; this was truly a huge misunderstanding.

Xia Yichu kept referring to him as my uncle, and he assumed that Xia Yichu was Zhou Wenbin's sister's daughter.

"No, no, my mom doesn't know about my meeting with you."

"I'm unmarried and have no children. I only love your mother. Now, can you let her meet me?"

Zhou Wenbin decided to throw caution to the wind and confess his feelings for Yao Siying directly to Yao Jingshen. He had already missed Yao Siying for almost thirty years; how many thirty-year periods does one have in a lifetime?

If he clings to that pitiful pride, he'll only end up alone for the rest of his life. Having a son doesn't matter; he just wants to be with the person he loves.

"I'm afraid that won't work."

Why?

"My uncles and the others won't agree, and my mom might not even meet you."

Although his maternal grandparents had passed away, his uncle's hatred for Zhou Wenbin was no less than that of his maternal grandparents.