Rebirth in the 80s: Old Mrs. Tao, Abandoned Son, Dotes on Daughter to Become the Richest Woman

Old Mrs. Tao was cowardly and troublesome. After her husband died in middle age, she raised three ungrateful sons, helping them get married and have children. In her old age, no one took care of he...

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The two immediately understood. "President Tao, you're late, you'll have to punish yourself with three drinks," Jiang Da said with a smile.

"President Jiang, our President Tao isn't a good drinker, so I'll drink for him." Zhang Qiang and Zhao Long immediately realized that things weren't going to end well today.

"The food hasn't even been served yet, what are you drinking for? Our CEO Tao is a woman, don't you know what it means to be gentle and considerate towards a lady?" Wan Haishan said with a smile as he pulled out a chair for Tao Ying.

The group then began discussing business, but Wan Haishan kept changing the subject. At the dinner table, they kept toasting Tao Ying.

"Mr. Wan, we're here today to discuss cooperation. My alcohol tolerance is limited, I'm afraid I can't drink anymore." Tao Ying pressed down on her glass, her head was already a little sober, and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself if she drank any more.

"President Wan, we'll drink on behalf of President Tao," Zhang Qiang and Zhao Long quickly said.

“That won’t do. Today, this wine is for Tao Ying to drink. You’re not qualified.” Wan Haishan said, taking Tao Ying’s hand.

Tao Ying's expression turned somewhat unpleasant; it seemed she was trying to take advantage of the situation.

"Then I'll drink it for him." Tao Ying was about to leave when the door was pushed open.

A middle-aged man in military uniform with epaulets on his shoulders and a serious face walked in. He grabbed Wan Haishan's right wrist with his right hand and with a slight pull, Wan Haishan let out a pig-like scream. Then he immediately let go of Tao Ying's hand.

She stared at the epaulets on the man's shoulders and didn't dare to utter a sound.

"Old Jiang, what's going on?" A man dressed in military uniform walked in from outside.

"Wan Haishan, what are you doing?" Zhang Junsheng, who was nearly fifty years old, walked in.

"Commander Zhang..." Wan Haishan sobered up immediately. He knew that today was the full moon celebration for Commander Zhang's grandson, and Wan Haishan had specially chosen to be here. He had even shamelessly gone up to give a gift just now.

"Mr. Wan, although our company is small, we do business with integrity. Thank you for your hospitality today." Tao Ying took the wine glass, drank it all in one gulp, and then stood up gracefully.

"Zhang Qiang, Zhao Long, let's go." Tao Ying staggered a bit when she stood up, but luckily Jiang Huan caught her.

Zhang Qiang and Zhao Long simultaneously drank their drinks and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Wan." Then they stood up at the same time.

Wan Haishan was dumbfounded. Ignoring his aching wrist, he hurriedly chased after him, calling out, "President Tao..." but was elbowed by Zhang Junsheng, who was walking behind him.

Jiang Huan was angry. Zhang Junsheng had already heard that Jiang Huan's sister had given her waterlogged brain to Jiang Huan.

Jiang Huan fell in love with a widow from a small town who was nearly fifty years old and had five children.

He even changed jobs and went to a small town for this woman, but his family didn't object, and she didn't even like him.

Looking at her now, she looks almost fifty? A mother of five? Or maybe a mother of a five-year-old?

He looks to be in his early thirties, right?

Tao Ying's steps were still a little unsteady, and with Jiang Huan pulling her wrist, she couldn't keep up.

Jiang Huan noticed that he had slowed down.

"Thank you, Jiang Huan." Tao Ying stood outside the private room and politely thanked him.

Noticing that other comrades were looking over, Jiang Huan, worried that Tao Ying might feel uncomfortable, put her coat on her and said, "I'll take you back."

"No need, there are several of us. Zhang Qiang, Zhao Long, let's go." Tao Ying refused with a smile.

Tao Ying knew she had drunk too much, and that she couldn't stay with Jiang Huan any longer at this time.

"President Tao." Zhang Qiang and Zhao Long didn't know who Jiang Huan was, but they knew he was no ordinary person. They were a little nervous and didn't dare to approach.

"Junsheng, I'm leaving now. Let's get together again later." Jiang Huan whispered in Tao Ying's ear, then took Tao Ying's arm, said goodbye to Zhang Junsheng, and went out first.

Zhang Qiang and Zhao Long quickly followed.

"Is that the old lady?" Zhang Junsheng's wife stared at Tao Ying's retreating figure in disbelief.

"Probably, otherwise Jiang Huan wouldn't have resorted to violence and gotten so angry." Zhang Junsheng was also bewildered at this moment.

"Is he jealous that we're having a grandson? Does he want to have a house full of children all at once?" Zhang Junsheng's wife muttered under her breath.

"What are you talking about? This old man, who's never had a chance to bloom, is suddenly full of energy." Zhang Junsheng was amused by his wife's words.

“He can’t marry anyone, even a twenty-year-old girl would have plenty of suitors, right?” Zhang Junsheng’s wife really couldn’t understand. No matter how well he takes care of himself, his age is still there. How could he possibly have another child for him?

“Their family members seem a little different,” Zhang Junsheng whispered to his wife.

Zhang Junsheng's wife immediately thought of Jiang Jiang and suddenly lost interest in gossiping about Jiang Huan.

As soon as they left the restaurant, a gust of cold wind blew away some of the smell of alcohol, and Tao Ying quickly wrapped her coat tighter around herself.

Jiang Huan wrapped his scarf around Tao Ying's neck and led the three of them to his car.

Before Jiang Huan could even speak, Zhang Qiang and Zhao Long obediently climbed into the back seat.

Jiang Huan opened the car door for Tao Ying, helped her into the car, and then went to the driver's seat after closing the door. Tao Ying had already fastened her seatbelt.

Without saying anything, he started the car and parked it in front of the guesthouse.

"No need to see me off." After getting out of the car, Tao Ying saw that Jiang Huan was still following her and said softly.

“I live here too,” Jiang Huan said with a dark expression.

Tao Ying's room is 202, and Zhang Qiang and Zhao Long's room is 204.

Tao Ying gently knocked on the door, but Zhang Qiang and Zhao Long did not return to their room.

When Zhou Daya opened the door, she saw four people standing there. She was especially delighted to see Jiang Huan. "Little Jiang? Ying'er came to see you?"

Seeing Zhou Daya's reaction, Zhang Qiang and Zhao Long immediately stopped worrying and went back to their room together, as they were both genuinely exhausted.

"No, Aunt Zhou, I just happened to run into Tao Ying and brought her back. She had too much to drink," Jiang Huan said politely.

"Thank you so much." Zhou Daya quickly came over to help Tao Ying.

Jiang Huan stood at the door the whole time, watching Zhou Daya close the door before walking to his own room, Room 201.

In the 1980s, this small county town only had one guesthouse, and the number of visitors was not high.

"Ying'er, what happened?" Zhou Daya helped Tao Ying lie down on the bed and asked with concern.

Tao Ying felt that she smelled of alcohol all over her body and wanted to take a shower, but there was no way to do so, so she sat up and prepared to wash her face.

"Mom, I'll tell you tomorrow. I feel really dizzy right now." Tao Ying felt completely disoriented and just wanted to sleep.

"Okay, okay, you get some rest." Zhou Daya quickly agreed.

After Tao Ying finished washing up and lay down on the bed, Zhou Daya looked at Tao Ying's tired face and helped her cover herself with the blanket with heartache.

Jiang Huan, however, couldn't sleep. He hadn't seen Tao Ying for three months and sensed a change in her.

This surprised Jiang Huan greatly. How could a person change so much in just three months, as if he had instantly become ten years younger?