He Qing hurried back. Although she was a little confused about why Mo Yan was there, she had more important things to do.

She met with Zhang Ming and learned about his future plans. Afterwards, she prepared to go back to Wang Er.

Let Wang Er experience the prosperity here, so that he will be more obedient in the future.

When they found Wang Er, he was still watching TV. He laughed when he saw He Qing arrive. "How did it go? When can I come to your house? We should have come earlier. This city is really nice, there are so many fun things to do."

"Yeah, I want to too. Let's go back quickly. I'll study hard and get into university. Then we'll come back together."

"Okay! Don't worry, even if I don't pass the exam, I'll ask my mom to find a way. My family has plenty of money."

Seeing that Wang Er seemed quite happy today, He Qing leaned against him and said, "Wang Er, I've always been curious about your father. How come I've never seen him?"

Wang Er raised an eyebrow, looked at He Qing like this, and swallowed hard. "If you serve me well, I'll tell you."

He Qing: "..."

"Fine, don't tell me then." He Qing stood up abruptly; she felt nauseous.

"Okay, okay, I was just saying. Let me tell you, my dad works out of town and doesn't usually come back. But he often sends us money and things, so we're not short of money. Don't worry."

Wang Er didn't know what his father was doing outside, but he sent money back every month without fail, which was quite good.

Why ask so many questions about what his father does outside? As long as he has money, that's all that matters.

He Qing: "..." What's the difference between saying this and not saying anything at all?

...

The next day, Mo Yan took Director Fang, who was also the director of the Ministry of Culture, back to the village by train. This time, it was a soft sleeper.

"Ms. Mo Yan, how many people in your village still know this craft?"

"I'm alone, but there are plenty of people selling regular fans and other bamboo crafts, so don't worry. But if you don't see anything you like, we won't force you to buy it."

Director Fang immediately laughed, "That's not what we meant. We were just chatting casually. Ms. Mo Yan has helped us a lot this time. Please feel free to make any requests."

"I do need your help with something, but let me show you the things first."

Mo Yan needs to show people that her things are valuable before she can ask for help.

"OK."

When Mo Yan returned to the village, she noticed a car at the village entrance.

This is a rare occurrence; you know, no one in their village has ever bought it before.

When I got back, I found that there were people at their doorstep as well.

Mo Yan was halfway there when she saw Fang Yue, who was Fang Yang's aunt and the scumbag's sister, return.

"Sister-in-law is back. Who's this?"

The other person glanced at Mo Yan, then quickly turned their attention to Director Fang.

"What's it to you? The sun's risen in the west, why are you back?"

Was it the jerk who made her come back, or...?

“I was just thinking that my family hasn’t been home to see my parents for so many years, and I felt bad. I happened to have some time recently, so I came back to see my parents. I happened to run into my brother earlier, and he brought you a lot of things. The things for you and your two children are still in the car, so I asked them to bring them over.”

As soon as Fang Yue finished speaking, someone came over carrying a lot of things, large and small bags.

"No need, just throw it away. I thought he died out there."

Fang Yue: "..."

The old lady also came. After so many years, she was finally overjoyed to hear news of her son. But as soon as she arrived, she heard what Mo Yan said and became furious. "Mo Yan, what are you saying? There's a reason why Fang Yang hasn't come back all these years. It's all for your sake!"

Because of you, he's been alone out there for so many years, enduring so much suffering. He finally managed to return to the provincial capital, finally able to come home, but he was afraid you'd be angry and didn't dare come back. Now, I still feel sorry for my son.