Ms. Zhao watched helplessly as her son went up to pack his backpack. Her temper grew and she stood by and watched without stopping.
The young man was also agitated, thinking that she had gone completely crazy because of the chanting, so he slammed the door and left in a rage.
The house became quiet again.
Ms. Zhao slumped down on the sofa and wiped her face vigorously.
When the anger dissipated, she continued to doubt life like every parent who is helpless when facing a child's rebellious period.
What's going on here? What the hell is going on? What did she do wrong
Why couldn't her son even understand how she was feeling? Why didn't her daughter even say a true word to her? In the end, two people came to accuse her, so what could she do
She was attentive enough. Ever since she became an adult, she has been worrying about her children almost every day of her life. In the end, none of the four children, whether biological or not, appreciated her efforts and expressed their grievances.
This ridiculous result made her feel that her feelings were a joke.
Who will listen to her grievances
Ms. Zhao wiped her forehead sadly.
Why does she always fail miserably in the emotional world
Zhang Chan was really surprised when he got the money. Yu Huizheng is an expert at predicting things. It seems that he has a very clear idea of his parents' personalities and preferences.
Mr. Yu gave her three million the next day, followed by Ms. Zhao's five million. Zhang Chan did nothing at all, as if everything was over.
Zhang Song knew that these eight million... were entirely due to Yu Xinzheng's help behind the scenes. After all, to show that you are noble and poor, you need a wingman.
Yu Huizheng is truly a perfect business partner.
If she had money, most of the problems would be solved, and there would be only a broad road ahead waiting for her to irrigate.
Zhang Song made a special appointment to reconcile, and subconsciously wanted to tell him about it. Yu Xi chose a coffee shop a little far away from the school and drove her there.
"Well, that's good." After hearing the result, Yu Zizheng nodded lightly: "It can be regarded as compensation for you."
Zhang Song asked: "So what exactly did you say to your father?"
"I didn't say anything, just a little artistic processing of your experience." Yu Zhizheng said calmly, as if he was reciting a character script: "People will always believe more in the explanations of third parties. Especially those who like to be smart, He is also a very arrogant person. The more you try to resist but welcome, the more he believes it to be true. The more seriously he thinks about it, the more deeply he takes it in. Besides, I am really just telling the truth."
He behaved as if it had nothing to do with him and was ruthless to the point of callousness.
Zhang Song looked at him intently, tilted his head, and had a flash of doubt.
Yu Zhizheng adjusted his sitting posture uncomfortably, raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you doing? Isn't that the word suspicion written in your eyes?"
"Do you know them so well? Including personality analysis and behavioral habits." Zhang Song said, "Although you usually say that you don't have much contact with them, it seems that you have studied how to attract their attention."
Yu Zizheng blinked and then smiled: "Of course. For more than twenty years, I truly believed that I was their biological child. During that time, I should have the right to protest against injustice."
Zhang Song nodded, curled his lips, and did not continue.
Before he discovered the truth, he was probably out of anger. Maybe during those twenty years, I was proudly maintaining my self-esteem. Work hard and work hard to reach the top. In the hope that maybe when they are good enough, or when the other party needs them, they will realize their indispensable significance.
At the same time, I was still thinking about whether I should forgive them for their initial indifference, and how to control my emotions to face their regrets.
In the end, he got angry and found out that he was not his biological child.
It's simply ridiculous. This is even more empty than missing a step, and I don’t know how to vent my feelings in one breath. It's all useless.
That's why he told the truth so simply. In order to free myself.
Same thing.
I understand all the chapters and recitations.
It wasn't until she discovered that her parents' love had nothing to do with whether she was good or not that she started to give up.
Indifferent people will not be sad.
Zhang Song asked: "Do you want to share this money with you?"
"Forget it. This is the compensation your parents gave you." Yu Zizheng took a sip of coffee and said, "I have a project here that I want to invest in. Now that you have money, will we work together?"
Zhang Chan: "How to cooperate?"
"I will send you the business plan and market analysis." Yu Qizheng said, "I will invest 12 million to be responsible for management and connections. You will invest 8 million to be responsible for marketing and sales. Each will account for 50%, how about that? How about four hundred I won’t care about you anymore.”
Zhang Song thought about it and thought it was pretty good. If the project itself is promising, you can definitely give it a try.
This person's ability to reconcile can be trusted, and his sense of benefit is also sensitive. He should be a pleasure to work with.
Just as she was about to think about it, her phone kept vibrating. Several text messages came from the same unknown number, and they kept refreshing the screen.
She glanced.
"Haha, country girl, she really only cares about money. She is the trash of the whole family."
"Why are you pretending to be noble, you piece of trash? Isn't it just for money?"
"Do you think you can get enough money by begging at my house again and again in the same way? Just dream!"
"I will make you apologize to me one day!"
She was fascinated by the phone for a while, then blocked the other person with a tap of her finger, and then put the screen on the table.
Zhang Song put his hands on the table and said seriously: "Let me correct you, I only have three million now."
Yu Xinzheng: "..."
Yu Zizheng also leaned towards the table: "You want to trick me?"
Zhang Song said sincerely: "Although you may not believe it. But I really don't."
At the end of September, all major colleges and universities are about to start school. Those who return to school early have already started preparations at school.
Both children are away from home, and her husband is busy with work and remains serious. Ms. Zhao feels very lonely when she is alone. She tried to fill herself with work, but found that she couldn't concentrate at all.
If something is not dealt with, it will never resolve itself.
After Ms. Zhao asked her secretary to wire the money to Zhang Song, within two days, the secretary came over again and told her that Zhang Song had wired the money back. She was greatly surprised. I contacted Zhang Song on the phone, but the other party didn't know what was going on and kept prompting me to turn off my phone. Maybe he blocked her.
Why
Ms. Zhao doesn’t understand. Is she right that much? Everyone avoids her like a snake or a scorpion, right
Who else would refuse to answer a phone call offering money? That bastard father of hers must have said something to her to start a fight!
Ms. Zhao asked her secretary to drive her to University A and wanted to talk to Zhang Song in person. And because he couldn't contact her, he finally had to stay in her dormitory.
When she arrived, Zhang Chan was not there. He must have just left, so she waited on the small balcony at the end of the corridor.
Sure enough, not long after, Zhang Chan's voice sounded in the empty corridor. She was accompanied by several of her roommates.
Ms. Zhao stood in front of her with her bag in hand. The exquisite makeup and ironed clothes are out of place in the dimly lit and lonely dormitory building.
Zhang Song nodded politely towards her.
A roommate said enthusiastically: "Is this Zhang's mother? She's so beautiful and young. You guys really look alike. It's the first time I've met her."
Before Ms. Zhao could speak, Zhang Song spoke first: "No, it's just a friend's mother. She's my aunt."
Ms. Zhao was stunned on the spot, holding the belt of her handbag with so much strength that her knuckles turned white.
Several people felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere and stood at a loss.
Zhang Song said: "You go in first. She may have something important to ask me for."
When the roommates entered the dormitory one after another, Zhang Song pointed to the side and led Ms. Zhao to a place where no one was nearby.
With a hint of anger, Ms. Zhao stepped on her high heels and said, "What do you mean I'm your friend's mother? Which friend of yours? Do I make you so embarrassed? I came to you just to say something to you. Words? You don’t even have lunch..."
Zhang Song said tiredly: "Don't you have the intention? Forget it."
Her eyes were cold and emotionless, as if she were looking at an unreasonable stranger.
Ms. Zhao was speechless immediately, feeling embarrassed that she had been seen through.
"I... not..." Ms. Zhao said, "You didn't say anything!"
Zhang Song scratched his forehead: "Excuse me, what's the matter? Don't come to me one by one and say strange things. This will make me very confused."
Ms. Zhao's lips moved, she went through several questions, and finally said: "I called you, but you didn't answer."
Zhang Song took out a new mobile phone from his pocket: "Well. I changed my mobile phone. The previous mobile phone was bought second-hand, and now it's broken."
Ms. Zhao softened her tone a little after hearing this, and then said: "Then you should tell me. I will be worried about you and need to contact you. And if you change your mobile phone, why do you need to change your number?"
Zhang Song glanced at her, as if wondering if she really didn't know. He said meaningfully: "Your son blew up my cell phone. He borrowed a dozen cell phones from his classmates to bombard me and insult me, so I changed my number. I'm not sure where his number came from. , so I don’t want to tell anyone.”
"What?!" Ms. Zhao was shouted at, her eyes flickered, and many thoughts came to her mind. She raised her head and slightly blocked her face to avoid Zhang Chan's scrutinizing gaze.
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But her surprise was genuine, along with disappointment, absurdity, and anger.
Ms. Zhao affirmed: "I don't know about this!"
Zhang Song shrugged: "It's not important. If you feel embarrassed, there is no need to force it. What I lack most is not the five million."
Zhang Song said: "If you show your maternal love to me, you will lose your son's love for you. If you have to choose one of the two, I can already predict your choice. So there is no need to make it so ugly. I If you take the initiative to leave, I will prevent you from hating me in the future. You should try your best to save your own family first."
Ms. Zhao didn’t know how to refute. There is indeed no way for people to be absolutely impartial. She smiled bitterly and said: "I really can't imagine that he would do such a thing. Just because I want to compensate my daughter and his sister... will he hate me?"
Zhang Song raised the corners of his lips and said sarcastically: "Who knows. The love of the loved one may be inherently uneasy and cheap. I have never experienced it, so don't ask me."
Ms. Zhao was pierced in the heart by these words, and felt indescribable pain.
Zhang Song looked at her expression and said with a smile: "You don't have to say sorry to me. In fact, I am probably not the one who feels the deepest feelings about this matter. I have only known you for a short time, and I don't expect to get any love from you after I met you. It's just that After a brief acquaintance, I was able to adjust my mentality. The person who has been absent is not me. It has not been more than a month since I took over from him."
Ms. Zhao turned around, then turned back again, clutching her chest, and said, "You have a really good relationship with Huizheng."
Zhang Chan: "Cherishing each other? Well... maybe it's just mutual interests. It shouldn't be of any importance to you."
Ms. Zhao said: "What is insignificant?"
"Both." Zhang Song laughed and said calmly: "We are all. In your eyes."
Ms. Zhao closed her eyes.
Zhang Song said there was no need to apologize, but every word she said revealed that she couldn't let go.
Maybe it was her own guilty conscience, but she suddenly realized that Zhang Song's ruthlessness and indifference were a weapon with great destructive power.
Zhang Chan said: "Goodbye."
Ms. Zhao was confused and said, “Where am I going?”
Zhang Chan: "You asked me this question, but I don't understand it."
Ms. Zhao turned around in confusion and walked downstairs.
Zhang Song looked down from the small balcony and saw her secretary picking her up before returning to the dormitory.
Ms. Zhao is sitting in the car. The car, which usually drove smoothly, kept shaking her head today.
The secretary sat next to her, observing her face, and felt something was wrong. He whispered: "Mr. Zhao, what are you thinking about?"
Ms. Zhao said calmly: "I am reflecting."
The secretary said: "You don't seem to look well. It's better not to go to school. I'll take you home to rest first, right?"
Ms. Zhao shook her head.
The secretary added, "Then I'll call Xiaoxiang and ask him to come back and stay with you."
Ms. Zhao just looked at him and said nothing.
At the instruction of the secretary, he took out his cell phone and called Ms. Zhao’s youngest son.
It's a busy signal right there.
The other party has blocked his number.
The secretary said: "Wait a minute."
He gave the number to another secretarial assistant and asked him to call that number. He explained: "Just tell Mr. Zhao that he is not feeling well and ask him to go home first."
Ms. Zhao has been silently watching his operations.
After a while, the assistant secretary sent a voice message. The secretary casually ordered the release.
"He said no. He said that if Mr. Zhao doesn't admit his mistake, he won't go home."
Ms. Zhao laughed out loud when she heard this. Jie Jie's weird smile didn't know whether he was mocking himself or life. Tears were squeezed out.
The secretary hurriedly put away the phone and said: "Mr. Zhao, don't take it to heart, you're a kid. He doesn't know you're not feeling well, so he's probably just being tough. Maybe he'll come back secretly later. The young master is usually very concerned about you. .”
"Stop the car! Go home!" Ms. Zhao's ears were buzzing and she couldn't hear his excuse. With a solemn expression, he shouted: "Go home now!"
The driver nodded and continued moving forward, looking for an intersection where he could turn around.
Ms. Zhao patted the back of the chair, then changed her mind and said, "No, stop the car, I want to get off."
The driver nodded and pulled over.
Ms. Zhao opened the car door and walked out. As soon as the sun shone on her, the whole world spun and turned black. The heel of the shoe tilted on the soft ground and fell down.
The secretary followed out holding the documents, only to see Ms. Zhao fainted on the ground.
"Mr. Zhao!" He put down the things in his hands and stepped forward and shouted: "Mr. Zhao!"