Reborn: Instead of Chasing the School Beauty, I Chased Her Mother

If his son hadn't been reluctant to let him go, and now that his son's future no longer needed worrying about, he would definitely already be in Magic Capital.

Li Zhiyan's heart felt a bit sour. Wu Auntie indeed had it tough. Even so, Zhang Honglei was always thinking about asking her for money, never once considering the hardships she endured.

"Mom, I plan to visit Wu Auntie tonight."

"Okay, go ahead, your Wu Auntie's favorite is you, after all. Chat with her when you have the time."

After patting Li Zhiyan's head, Zhou Rongrong began to serve food onto her son's plate.

...

At seven in the evening, just off work, Wu Qingxian felt the uncomfortable sticky feeling of sweat on her skin and decided to take a bath first, followed by a good rest.

After filling the kettle with water, Wu Qingxian was ready to boil some hot water.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

However, she was somewhat surprised by the noise coming from the second bedroom.

Her son hadn't been home for the past few days. Was he really back now?

Could he be missing his mother? If only her son were like Li Zhiyan, a true mama's boy. Unfortunately, her son only remembered she was his mother when he needed money.

"Mom."

"I need five thousand yuan."

Wu Qingxian, who had initially thought Zhang Honglei might be missing her, was stunned.

He was asking for five thousand yuan again, when she had just given him that amount for school not so long ago.

She wasn't wealthy. How could she afford such frequent demands for money from her son?

"Son, what do you need another five thousand yuan for?"

Zhang Honglei tentatively said, "I want to date and need money for that."

He felt that if he talked about buying clothes again, his mother wouldn't give him any money.

So he used the excuse of needing money for dating, thinking that his mother, eager for a daughter-in-law, might fulfill his wish.

With this in mind, Zhang Honglei had some expectations.

"Son, it's not that Mom doesn't care for you, but this month you have already taken nearly seven thousand yuan from Mom, including the living expenses."

"Mom's monthly wage is only four thousand yuan."

"Mom can't afford this."

Hearing Wu Qingxian's words, Zhang Honglei instantly felt a burning rage.

"If you don't want to give it, just say so!"

"Why all this useless talk!"

Blinded by anger, Zhang Honglei kicked the kettle that Wu Qingxian, weary from her sore back, had just filled with water.

Startled, Wu Qingxian found herself somewhat at a loss. Explore more adventures at empire

Then, Zhang Honglei stormed into Wu Qingxian's bedroom, opened a drawer, found a thousand yuan in cash, and walked out the door.

All he could think about was driving the Audi A4 that evening and singing karaoke with a female classmate.

Feelings for his mother and any sense of guilt had been extinguished by his vanity.

As the door slammed, Wu Qingxian slowly returned to her bedroom. She didn't take a bath but lay on the bamboo mat and began to cry silently.

She had brought up Zhang Honglei on her own, enduring untold hardships, only to be repaid with such treatment. Utter despair uncontrollably welled up in her heart.

...

"Mom, I'm heading out."

At home, Li Zhiyan was also ready to set out. After completing this task, he would be back to having a savings of a million yuan.

And Wu Auntie, who had watched him grow up, had always been so good to him.

Even if there were no hundred thousand yuan, he ought to console her properly; his concern for Wu Auntie was truly profound.

"Alright, have a good chat with your Wu Auntie, I can feel that she's not in high spirits."

"I'll wait for you to come home."

"I'm off, Mom."

Afterward, Li Zhiyan took a taxi to Wu Auntie's home.

Having visited Zhang Honglei's old home previously, Li Zhiyan was now quite familiar with the place, and soon he arrived, climbing the stairs and knocking on the door.

Wu Qingxian, crying in the master bedroom, was taken aback—could her son have come back?

Regardless, Zhang Honglei was after all Wu Qingxian's own son...

Therefore, Wu Qingxian always hoped that Zhang Honglei would return to the right path. The lifestyle of a rich second-generation heir simply wasn't meant for them.

But then she thought, the person knocking couldn't be Zhang Honglei, because he would have his keys.

"Who is it?"

Wiping her tears, Wu Qingxian, with eyes reddened from crying, went to the door.

"It's me, Wu Auntie."

"Xiao Yan."

Seeing that it was already eight-thirty, Wu Qingxian was somewhat surprised that Li Zhiyan had come over.

After wiping her tears, she didn't want Li Zhiyan to see her in tears.

After all, in her heart, Li Zhiyan was just a child.

"Xiao Yan, why did you come at this time?"

"Didn't I say I would come over to see you after I got home? I missed you, Wu Auntie."

"Wu Auntie, what happened at home? Your eyes are swollen. Have you been crying? Who has been troubling you?"

On the ground, the kettle lay scattered, and the concrete floor was covered with large patches of water.

It was clear that the kettle had been overturned while being filled with water. Li Zhiyan felt an impulse to grab Zhang Honglei and beat him up.

That Zhang Honglei, he was truly detestable.

He really wanted to hit him, but unfortunately, they lived in a society governed by law, where you can't simply resort to violence.

"It's nothing, Xiao Yan. You sit for a while; Auntie is going to take a bath and change clothes, I'm covered in sweat."

As a woman who liked to keep clean, Wu Qingxian couldn't bear appearing before Li Zhiyan with sweat all over and hair slightly disheveled.

After refilling the kettle, Wu Qingxian put it on the hook and went back to her own room.