Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

Night fell, the clock pointed to late at night, and Zhao Wenhao still had not returned.

It was not until Yang Yue dialed the office phone that Zhao Wenhao was awakened from his illusory dream and pulled back to the real world.

Finally, he dragged his heavy steps into the house.

At this moment, Zhao Wenhao's face was as pale as paper, as if shrouded in a layer of haze, and his whole body exuded a suffocating aura of fatigue.

He was like a body without a soul, curled up alone in the corner of the sofa, silently lighting a cigarette, immersed in endless loneliness and sorrow.

The sound of light footsteps broke the silence in the room. It turned out to be Yang Yue coming downstairs.

When she saw Zhao Wenhao's exhausted look, an indescribable worry and anxiety surged in her heart.

She hurried to Zhao Wenhao's side and asked with concern, "Wenhao, what happened? Did you encounter any difficult problems?"

However, Zhao Wenhao remained silent, sitting there like a sculpture. After the cigarette in his hand burned out, he immediately lit another one.

Yang Yue was extremely anxious, but faced with Zhao Wenhao's silence, she was helpless.

Helplessly, she turned and walked to the kitchen, made him a cup of hot tea, then sat quietly beside him, watching him silently.

After a long time, a burst of rapid coughing was heard.

Yang Yue quickly picked up the teacup and handed it over: "Stop smoking and drink some water. If there's anything you want to tell me, then tell me. If you don't want to, then I'll just stay with you."

Zhao Wenhao took the teacup, took a sip, and moistened his throat. Then he forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, there are some troubles at the company. Don't mind me, I'll just sit for a while. You go upstairs and sleep first, I'll come up later."

But how could Yang Yue feel at ease when she saw Zhao Wenhao in such a state?

She knew it was definitely not the company's biggest worry, as Zhao Wenhao claimed. But since Zhao Wenhao didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't ask any more questions.

So the two of them just sat there quietly.

After a long time, Yang Yue was lying on the sofa, very sleepy.

"Hey, come on, go back to sleep. Everything will be fine after tomorrow."

Zhao Wenhao pulled the hazy-eyed Yang Yue up from the sofa, and the two of them returned to the bedroom in silence.

The next day, Yang Yue got up early.

She drove out specifically to buy steamed dumplings, fried dough sticks and soy milk.

It was almost eight o'clock before Zhao Wenhao was called out of bed.

The two of them ate breakfast in silence. Yang Yue wanted to ask what had happened yesterday that made him so depressed, but in the end he still asked when the words came to his lips.

This went on for a whole week, and under Yang Yue's careful care, Zhao Wenhao finally gradually came out of that mood.

He also thought about asking his friends to inquire about He Xiaoxia's news, and then contact Shen Bingyan.

But every time he picked up the phone, he thought that he seemed unable to make any promises to Shen Bingyan.

In the end, he decided that since he couldn't make her a promise and she had chosen to leave, he would respect her choice and keep this beautiful memory in his heart forever.

Maybe he had figured it out, or maybe he didn't want Yang Yue to have the same wild thoughts as him.

After nearly half a month, Zhao Wenhao finally recovered to normal.

"Yueyue, I want to have sweet and sour pork ribs and steamed sea bass tonight. For the other dishes, you can add a few more and tell my eldest sister to not cook. Let's just have dinner together tonight."

Yang Yue looked at Zhao Wenhao in surprise.

"Why? I don't have any ribs on my face, let alone a sea bass. Remember this, don't forget it when you get off work tonight."

Zhao Wenhao knew what Yang Yue was thinking, but there were some things he really couldn't tell her.

It’s enough for him to suffer alone, why bother involving Yang Yue.

If Yang Yue really knew that there was another person in his heart, then this relationship would become even more complicated.

"Hey, that's good."

Yang Yue woke up from his surprise, his face full of joy.

It has been nearly half a month since Zhao Wenhao finally woke up from the haze. Although she still doesn't know what happened, this change still makes her feel extremely happy.

So, at noon that day, after saying something to Zhao Wenjing, Yang Yue came back from the clothing store early and went to the vegetable market to buy a bunch of vegetables.

Basically all the dishes are what Zhao Wenhao likes to eat.

She decided that she must show off her skills today and give Zhao Wenhao, who hadn't had a good meal for half a month, a good meal.

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"Wenhao, is there something happy today? Yueyue actually cooked so many dishes and called us over?"

"Brother-in-law, can't I have a drink with you if there's nothing wrong?"

"Of course, I wish you could treat me to a meal every day. That way, our family can save a lot of food money."

"You wish for it. I'm already lucky enough not to go to your house for a free meal."

"Then you have to take out that box of 72 Moutai you've hidden. We'll drink a bottle each and I'll take one away. Hehe..."

"Still thinking about my good wine? Okay, let's get a bottle tonight."

At the dinner table, Yang Yue was extremely happy to see Zhao Wenhao return to his usual self.

However, Gu Qiang and Zhao Wenjing were unaware of this. In their eyes, Zhao Wenhao was the same as always, and there was nothing different.

"Wenhao, Dad called me yesterday and asked to borrow 50,000 yuan. I asked him what he wanted it for, but he wouldn't tell me. What else do you know?"

Zhao Wenjing suddenly thought of something and asked casually.

"Why does he want so much money? According to my estimation, even if he's lazy, he can still make 700-800 yuan a month driving in his hometown. He suddenly wants 50,000 yuan, there must be something going on!"

Zhao Wenhao put down his chopsticks and frowned slightly.

"I just felt something was wrong, so I made up an excuse to delay him. I originally wanted to ask you for advice, but you didn't know yet. I guess he didn't dare ask you for money, so he came to me."

Zhao Wenjing couldn't help but think of Zhao Aiguo's gambling habit. Maybe the 50,000 yuan was another gambling debt from the other side.

If it was a few hundred or a few thousand yuan, she would have taken it, but asking for 50,000 yuan at once was a problem.

"Don't worry about this. I'll call him later. Maybe he lost money gambling again and was too embarrassed to talk to me, so he had to come to you, his daughter." Zhao Wenhao said unhappily.

He was really impressed by his father.

As long as he has a proper job, his family will never be short of food and daily necessities.

If you were gambling for fun, Zhao Wenhao wouldn't say anything. But asking for 50,000 yuan at once, without any problem, is just outrageous.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Zhao Wenjing nodded. He also felt that he couldn't let his father mess around. "But don't argue with him. If it's really a gambling debt, you still have to pay it. But if he was cheated, then we can't be the ones who took it."