Rebirth and making money first

Seeing Zhang Jing's smirk, as if she'd unearthed a rare treasure, Uncle Zhang couldn't help but shake his head and said earnestly, "I hope you won't regret your decision today!" Zhang Yongle, standing nearby, frowned and asked doubtfully, "This house won't be officially delivered for another four years. Is it really worth it?"

Zhang Jing waved her hand casually, a serious expression on her face as she responded solemnly, "You guys are completely clueless. If you can follow me now and board this train to wealth and dreams, then in the near future you will definitely be thankful for your choice today. But if you hesitate and dare not take this step, it only proves one thing: people can often only earn money within the scope of their own cognition. As for whether I will regret it in the future, honestly, I have no idea. But at least for now, I finally own my own house in Shanghai!"

Zhang Yongle nodded in agreement. "Well, confidence is a good thing. If that's the case, I'll definitely support you with all my strength!" Zhang Jing asked Uncle Zhang and Zhang Yongle to keep her purchase of the house a secret. The father and son, understanding the importance of not showing off their wealth, nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, they discussed in detail the subsequent matters regarding the house handover and exchanged the necessary personal information. Once everything was settled, the three of them set off on their journey home. On the way back, Uncle Zhang suddenly realized how late it was. Thinking of his grandson, who was left alone in the hotel, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. With no other choice, he had to postpone the house purchase he had originally planned to complete until tomorrow.

As night fell and the lights began to shine, a group of five people, one young and one old, gathered in a cozy restaurant. At the table, Zhang Yongle asked Zhang Xiaobing and his partner about their trip. Zhang Xiaobing and his partner enthusiastically recounted the interesting experiences they had had over the past few days, their words filled with excitement.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Jing quickly interjected, "We've already decided to return to Shenzhen tomorrow." Zhang Xiaobing and the other two agreed, while Zhang Xiaoyu, sitting nearby, looked envious and muttered, "Oh, I really want to have fun like you guys..."

Zhang Xiaoyu had been feeling unusually tired lately, as if he were carrying a heavy burden. Even when his favorite food was placed before him, he showed no interest at all, mechanically taking a few bites before putting down his chopsticks.

Whenever the night was quiet, longing washed over him like a tide. He missed his gentle and kind mother immensely, but since his parents' divorce, he hadn't felt the warmth of a mother's love for a long time. As for what his mother was busy doing, he had no idea.

In reality, Zhang Xiaoyu was completely unaware of his parents' divorce long before it happened. When the truth was revealed, he felt like his entire world had collapsed. Although his parents repeatedly claimed it wouldn't affect him, the reality was far from perfect. Adults often lie to comfort children, and when he truly longed to see his mother, he couldn't immediately fulfill this small wish.

Even during the most important Spring Festival of the year, which should be a time for family reunion, Mom still chose to go back to her grandmother's house. Zhang Xiaoyu really wished that Mom and Dad could live together under the same roof like they used to!

But every time he cautiously brought up this topic, he only got silence or perfunctory answers.

A classmate accidentally learned about his family situation and kindly told Zhang Xiaoyu, "Don't be too sad. After the divorce, you'll have two families. One is your biological mother and her future husband, and the other is your biological father, his new wife, and their children. Then, you'll be the superfluous one! However, if you can get your parents to remarry, everything will be the same as before."

These words flashed through Zhang Xiaoyu's mind like a flash of lightning, giving him a glimmer of hope. Zhang Xiaoyu secretly made up his mind - no matter how hard it took, he would help his parents reconcile and get back together.

At this moment, at the dining table, Zhang Yongle was carefully serving food to Zhang Jing and concernedly asking his father about tomorrow's schedule. He was completely unaware that his young son was brewing a grand plan for a family reunion...

Back in the room that night, Zhang Jing packed her documents and luggage. Zhang Yongle knocked on the door and came in. He said, "I came to see if you've packed. What time is your flight tomorrow? I'll take you there."

Zhang Jing said, "I've almost packed. No need to send me off. We have a car to the airport. We can talk about anything else when we get back to Shenzhen."

"Do you have enough money? If not, I have more." Zhang Yongle asked. Zhang Jing looked at the man with mixed feelings.

"I have enough money, so you don't have to worry about me all the time. My trip to Shanghai was worthwhile. If you and godfather buy a house, you should be more careful. If you can avoid buying the one we saw yesterday, you'd better not buy it. Nothing lasts forever! In the long run, it's not suitable for investment. But it's fine for living."

Zhang Yongle asked, "Have you received accurate information? Can you please tell us directly? It's hard for us to judge whether you should tell us or not!"

Zhang Jing thought, "Do you think I don't want to reveal the secret? If I weren't afraid of retribution, I would keep it secret. If you still don't understand even though it's so obvious, I can't save you."

Zhang Jing said, "What news can I get? I handled my godmother's funeral in this nursing home. I thought that if she were buried in Shanghai, I would inherit a large fortune. But the old lady left all her property to my niece and her family!"

Zhang Yongle got anxious when he heard this: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You could have sued them..."

"I accept this. Listen to me, all the funeral arrangements, including accommodation expenses, will be paid for by the other party. They also gave me an additional 20 yuan."

Zhang Yongle said distressedly, "This family is too bullying. How could they treat you like this? Why don't you fight for your rights? Don't be afraid. How about I find a lawyer and sue them? I'll give you what you deserve!"

Zhang Jing couldn't tell the truth, so she stopped Zhang Yongle and said:

"I usually care about the old lady, and it's mutual. The only help I did was to deal with the body, cremate it, and send the ashes to Shanghai. I didn't do much. 20 yuan was enough, I just treated it as a business trip."

Seeing Zhang Yongle's disbelief, he added, "As long as I don't care, there's nothing to be upset about." "From now on, I won't have to worry about whether she has to pay annual fees for her burial plot or whether her family burns paper offerings every year. Isn't that a huge win for me?"

Zhang Yongle said that this makes sense.

Talking about the houses in Zhangjiang, Zhang Jing became interested. She told Zhang Yongle about the future development of Shanghai. At that moment, Zhang Jing's spirits were high in front of Zhang Yongle, a confidence that came from within. He wanted to be closer to her. Seeing Zhang Yongle's complacency, Zhang Jing suddenly became alert and quickly stopped talking, saying that she was simply optimistic about the future development of Shanghai. She left it to Zhang Yongle and his son to analyze the details.

Seeing that Zhang Yongle wanted to stay, Zhang Jing deliberately brought up Zhang Xiaoyu. "Xiaoyu doesn't look right, maybe he's sick. Since your sister-in-law is away, you should pay more attention to him. Since we're in Shanghai, take the child for a checkup if things don't work out. Godfather isn't young anymore, so why not give him a full-body checkup too, just to put his mind at ease."

Zhang Yongle said, "I know. I'll make arrangements." Seeing that he wouldn't leave, Zhang Jing urged him to call home. "I haven't seen the kids these past few days. I need to call. I'll hear their voices and then I'll let you stay."

Zhang Yongle said, "Let me hear it too. Since we moved, I haven't had the chance to see my children. You're really cruel."

Zhang Jing said, "Don't talk nonsense!" Zhang Yongle quickly signaled Zhang Jing to make a phone call. When the call was connected, it turned out to be Naituanzi.

"Aunt, I'm a good boy. When will you come back? I miss you and my uncle too."

When Zhang Yongle heard this, he grabbed the phone and said quickly, "Uncle misses you too!"

Milk ball shouted happily: "Uncle Zhang, I am a good boy. Hahaha, you have to buy me delicious food. Okay, my brother and sister are not asleep. My sister is drinking milk, and my brother is playing after drinking it."

Zhang Yongle stopped Zhang Jing with one hand, and coaxed Naituanzi to tell his brother to answer the phone:

"Brother, it's mom, call mom and uncle!"

Zhang Yongle said: "My younger brother is still young and can't even bark yet."

Then, they heard their son's milk bursting, "Mmm...mmm...Mom..." Zhang Jing covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes. She quickly agreed, "Oh, I'm happy. Mom is here. I'll go back tomorrow. Call me mom again."

However, Erduo was still babbling. "I've been teaching him for a long time, but he still won't bark. He's so stupid!"

Zhang Yongle talked to Naituanzi: Tell her not to bully her younger brother and to teach him to call mom and dad. If he can do that, he'll reward Naituanzi with a doll. Zhang Yongle listened to the child's babbling and inexplicably anticipated the happy scene of her calling him dad.

The call finally reached Zhang Jing, and the mother-in-law and Ah Chen from across the street also came over. Knowing everyone would be back tomorrow, the mother-in-law couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. They agreed to have a meal together then.

There was a knock on the door. Zhang Yongle opened it and Zhang Xiaobing came in, carrying his sister's shopping, followed by his brother-in-law. Zhang Yongle had no choice but to return to his room. Before leaving, he made sure he didn't need to see him off to the airport.

Zhang Xiaobing and the other man spread out their shopping and asked Zhang Jing to see if she had anything else to buy. Zhang Jing's luggage didn't fit, so the three of them divided it up and each prepared to pack. After discussing the itinerary for the next morning, they sent the other two back home to rest.

Zhang Jing finished cleaning up, showered, and went to bed. She'd been traveling all day these past few days, and now she could finally go home. Her son's call made her miss home even more. She knew she would never leave her child if she could. She wondered if the child had lost weight, but she had to do her best to give him the best.

Zhang Jing didn't realize that her thoughts at this moment were the same as those of thousands of other mothers. As the saying goes, "A mother is strong," and this is why Zhang Jing's mother fought for everything for her son Zhang Xiaobing.