Chapter 1943: Chapter
2019.
Cheng Mu is angry, and someone knocks on the door from outside.
"Who is it?"
"Brother, it’s me."
Qu An’s voice was like a fuse, igniting the anger deep in Cheng Mu’s heart. Cheng Mu didn’t want to deal with Qu An, so he put on his headphones and lay on the bed listening to music.
The next day, Cheng Mu learned from a servant that Qu An had been sent abroad.
Cheng Mu was taken aback: "When did he leave?"
"Last night, sir and madam went to see him off." The servant answered respectfully, "He left in quite a hurry."
Cheng Mu: "..."
Father Cheng happened to come back from outside. Seeing Cheng Mu standing in the hall, his gaze swept over him, carrying a hint of scrutiny.
Qu An’s mother followed behind. Seeing Cheng Mu, her pale lips moved slightly as if wanting to say something, but in the end, she didn’t say a word.
Her son...
How could this have happened?
No matter what, that was her son. She wanted to keep Qu An, but she knew, Cheng Mu was Father Cheng’s biological son. She felt sorry for her own son, but didn’t Father Cheng feel for his son too?
And as the weaker party, she had to make concessions.
"I’ll head back to my room." The woman said softly, enduring the bitterness, and returned to her room.
Once only the father and son were left in the hall, Cheng Mu spoke: "Why did you send him away?"
"You are my son." Father Cheng’s words were straightforward but somewhat cold-blooded.
Qu An was obedient, and he could consider him a son.
But he did such out-of-line things, related to his own son, so of course, he had to send him away.
Father Cheng seemed very tired, waved his hand, and went up the stairs.
Cheng Mu watched Father Cheng’s back for a long time without any movement.
Qu An just disappeared from Cheng Mu’s life, but Chuzheng still hasn’t found any trace of Cheng Mu.
There must be something else that will cause Cheng Mu to be in a state of life or death in the future.
—What do you think it could be?
"Terminal illness?"
—Possible, you should go for a check-up.
"..." He just said it casually.
Even with a terminal illness, people don’t just disappear without a trace.
—Why don’t you find a way to press Qu An again?
Chuzheng continued to suggest.
She feels that the error is most likely to arise from Qu An.
Currently, other than having a bad temper, Cheng Mu isn’t difficult to get along with, but at his core, he isn’t bad. After Qu An left, he never thought about anything else.
"What do you mean?"
—I think he can’t give up that easily.
He was the one who imprisoned Cheng Mu in the end. How could he just give up because he went abroad?
Anyway, Chuzheng’s intuition tells her that Qu An won’t give up so easily.
It’s also because she isn’t over there; it would be much more convenient if she were...
The Good Person Card, such a weakling, is utterly useless.
"He went abroad."
—Going abroad isn’t dying; he can come back, can’t he?
"..."
Chuzheng couldn’t be at ease no matter how she thought about it.
—You better have someone keep an eye on him.
Cheng Mu frowned slightly, finally squeezing out two words: "No money."
So the next day, Cheng Mu woke up to see a piece of paper on the table with several sets of numbers written on it.
"What’s this?" Cheng Mu lifted the black cloth, asking at the mirror.
There was an instant reply.
—Lottery ticket, five million, enough for you to use for a while.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Cheng Mu spit water all over the mirror, choking quite badly.
Chuzheng originally wanted to just give him money, but she discovered that whether it’s cash or a bank card, there was no way to send it over.
So, she had to take a roundabout approach!
Didn’t the Good Person Card want lottery numbers earlier?
The boss can fulfill your wish!
Cheng Mu’s first reaction was to refuse.
Then, for three consecutive days, he received ’items’ from the other side that were sent as threats. Cheng Mu felt that in the end, it wasn’t Qu An who would murder him, but this woman!!
Finally, pressured by Chuzheng sending him all sorts of odd things from time to time, Cheng Mu had to agree.
—If you don’t take what I say seriously, you’ll suffer.
Separated by a decade, even if I want to save you, I can’t! You better behave!
"I’m quite the loser right now."
—What did you say?
"Nothing." Cheng Mu took the money and went out to buy lottery tickets: "I’m going out."
—Come back early.
Cheng Mu’s mouth tugged into a slight smile, lowered his head, put on his clothes, and left the room.
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2029.
Chuzheng left with Father Yuk in tow, about to head out for the New Year. Mother Yuk had asked the father and daughter to go buy things.
Father Yuk tried to find things to talk about along the way, probably to see if she has any mental illnesses that led to this.
She had heard more than once these two discussing her behind her back in a sneaky way.
Chuzheng didn’t give Father Yuk the chance, using things to block Father Yuk’s words all at once.
In the end, Father Yuk was carrying big and small bags on the way back.
As the New Year approached, many people had returned, making the alley livelier than usual.
Father Yuk greeted people on the way, but his response was quite perfunctory, maybe holding a grudge over some people gossiping in the past.
Chuzheng didn’t feel much about it. A crowd is just like a weathervane, and being angry with them does no good, only spoils one’s mood.
Currently, wasn’t Yu Shi the object of their gossip?
As they neared the courtyard, they found a lot of people gathered there.
"What’s happening?" Father Yuk pulled a familiar neighbor over to ask.
"Old Yuk!" the neighbor called, pointing over there: "The neighborhood committee notified Yu Jiansheng to move, saying it’s illegal, and he can’t live there. All the self-built houses around here are to be demolished."
Yu Jiansheng is Yu Shi’s father.
Chuzheng vaguely heard noises of quarreling inside; Yu Jiansheng was arguing with someone.
"That house should’ve been demolished long ago." Having some grudges due to his daughter, Father Yuk naturally didn’t like it, snorting coldly: "It was everyone’s land to begin with."
The neighborhood committee’s notice was unified and not targeted at anyone, so even if Yu Jiansheng made a fuss, it wouldn’t help.
If he didn’t move, eventually, people would move him.
Chuzheng saw Yu Shi too among the crowd.
Not seen for a while, Yu Shi had lost a lot of weight, her face pale, and her eyes filled with resentment.
Having seen Chuzheng, Yu Shi suddenly started walking outward.
Her sudden movement caused a few staff from the neighborhood committee to instinctively block her.
"Dad, let’s go back." Chuzheng immediately pulled Father Yuk, who wanted to watch the drama: "Mom is waiting."
Mentioning Mother Yuk, Father Yuk immediately headed towards the courtyard: "Hurry, hurry."
After going back—
Mother Yuk pointed at the things on the table, arms akimbo, scolding: "I told you to buy things, what did you buy? Why buy a bowl? What kind of bowl is this, so expensive, is it gold-plated?"
Sitting in a row with Father Yuk, Chuzheng nodded seriously: "It’s gold-plated." Earnest and serious.
Mother Yuk: "..."
Father Yuk nodded miserably, weakly echoing: "It indeed is."
"You... You two can really do it!!" Mother Yuk was so angry she wanted to hit someone.
Chuzheng decisively returned to her room, leaving the battlefield for Father Yuk alone to manage.
After returning to her room, the first thing Chuzheng did was open the window and look down.
The crowd was still gathered below, Yu Jiansheng was arguing with people, while Yu Shi stood there with her head drooped, not sure if she was feeling embarrassed or thinking about something else.
