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

Her pretty face blushed as she fled the cafeteria.

What followed was a session of envious chatter from the three flamboyant guys in the dorm.

...

That evening, Li Zhiyan looked at the time frame for his task.

He took a taxi back home.

"Mom, I'm back!"

Calling out to his mom like a child, Li Zhiyan felt the happiest moments of his life were at home.

"Son."

Sitting on the sofa, Zhou Rongrong gestured for Li Zhiyan to come over, while the pressure cooker in the kitchen was still sending out puffs of steam.

"Mom made you a rib soup today."

"It'll be ready soon."

Seeing his mother dressed in stockings and a long skirt that day, Li Zhiyan also complimented her, "Mom, you look so beautiful."

"You always say the sweetest things."

Zhou Rongrong was always delighted whenever her son complimented her on her looks.

Ever since the day Li Zhiyan came back home crying, he had often praised her, and it seemed like he had become a different person.

Li Zhiyan sat down on the sofa to watch TV with his mom.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Mom, I've got to go out for a bit tonight."

Li Zhiyan's mind was on Wu Qingxian, knowing how kind Wu Auntie had been to him, he couldn't let her be too sad tonight.

He definitely had to go to comfort Wu Auntie.

He also knew that neither Wu Auntie nor his mom had the custom of celebrating birthdays.

They usually just made themselves a bowl of noodles for longevity and that was it, which was also why his mom had no idea when Wu Auntie's birthday was.

Adults always think it's better to be a bit frugal.

"Is it a date?"

Zhou Rongrong stroked her son's head, her beautiful eyes brimming with doting affection.

Her son had truly grown up.

"Sort of."

Li Zhiyan thought for a moment, and in a way, it was indeed a different kind of date.

After all, he was bringing a birthday gift too.

"Will you be back tonight?"

"Of course, I'll be back. I haven't seen you for so long, I've missed you."

Zhou Rongrong felt incredibly warm-hearted looking at her son's mama's boy demeanor.

She wished time would always proceed just like this.

...

After dinner, Li Zhiyan left the house.

Mom's cooking was always the best.

Meanwhile, Zhang Honglei, who had come back from school, had already arrived home.

He felt incredibly relaxed and at ease.

That previous evening, when the accident happened, he thought the sky had fallen.

The repair costs for such an expensive damage could have been tens of thousands, but once he found out it was just five thousand, he completely relaxed.

For him, five thousand was nothing, just a trifle, a problem easily solved with no effort at all.

As soon as he entered his home, he saw his mother cooking noodles on the coal stove in the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm home."

Wu Qingxian, who was cooking the longevity noodles, nodded her head.

After all, this was her flesh and blood; no matter how angry she was, that bond of blood was impossible to erase.

She couldn't possibly cut off contact with her own son for a lifetime.

However, Wu Qingxian's attitude towards Zhang Honglei had already cooled considerably.

In fact, just before, she had been fantasizing whether her son would bring back a birthday cake to celebrate her birthday.

Then sincerely apologized to herself, admitted her mistakes, and promised to change for the better. If that had been the case, it really would have been an extremely happy and joyful thing for her.

But clearly, he didn't even know his own birthday. Explore new worlds at empire

"What is this crap you've cooked, it doesn't even smell like meat."

"Can't you make something tasty just once!"

Wu Qingxian's heart sank further into disappointment.

And what Zhang Honglei said next completely made her heart sink.

"Mom, give me seven thousand yuan."

Wu Qingxian felt it was almost laughable, she had raised her son with such hard work from childhood, and he had not a shred of filial piety for her.

Now, as soon as he came home, he was asking her for money, as if money was all he ever needed from her.

The night air was getting a little colder.

But the coldest thing was Wu Qingxian's heart; she just felt extraordinarily cold inside.

"Impossible, Zhang Honglei, if you keep this up, no one will be able to save you."

"Our family is not rich, I simply can't afford your spending habits, son."

"Mom, I've caused trouble, I crashed into a classmate's car!"

"So, I need seven thousand yuan for compensation, hurry up and give me the money!"

Wu Qingxian no longer believed the excuses made up by Zhang Honglei.

"Impossible, Zhang Honglei, if I continue to indulge you, it would be ruining you!"

Thinking about how excellent Zhou Rongrong's son was compared to her own worthless son...

Wu Qingxian felt even more upset.

"Give it to me, give me the money!"

"Eat, eat, eat, all you know is to eat, not even helping your own son when he's in trouble!"

Zhang Honglei angrily kicked over the pot in which Wu Qingxian was cooking longevity noodles.

Wu Qingxian watched him coldly, her heart aching without tears.

Seeing his mother's cold demeanor, Zhang Honglei realized he had to resort to something more drastic.

He went to the window, held it, and made as if he was going to jump.

"Mom, I really am in trouble and need the money, if you don't give me seven thousand, I'm going to jump!"

Wu Qingxian wanted to step forward to grab her son.

No matter how bad her son was, he was still her son. If he really died here, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

"Don't come any closer, give me the money!"

"Otherwise, I'll jump!"

"Fine, I'll give it to you! This is the last time, I won't be able to give you so much money again beyond your living expenses!"

Seeing Wu Qingxian relent, Zhang Honglei breathed a huge sigh of relief, as it seemed this tactic would work in the future.

After Wu Qingxian withdrew the money and came back.

Zhang Honglei could not be bothered to stay at home any longer, he took the money and strutted away confidently.

As his footsteps grew more distant, Wu Qingxian could no longer hold back as she looked at the noodles scattered on the cement floor.

Dressed in her cheongsam, Wu Qingxian squatted on the ground and began to cry.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Wu Auntie!"

"Son."

Wu Qingxian recognized the voice of Li Zhiyan. After opening the door,

she hugged Li Zhiyan tightly.

"Son, Mom missed you."

"Wu Auntie, you're joking again."

Holding Li Zhiyan tightly, Wu Qingxian felt as though she had found someone to depend on.

"Auntie is not joking, you really are my own child, there was just a mix-up all those years ago."

"I am your real mother."

Wu Qingxian joked with Li Zhiyan, feeling a great warmth in her heart.