Chapter 66 Seeking Remarriage

The sales assistant skillfully removed the clothes hanger and quietly introduced the fabric and brand.

Zhou Dajun didn't hear a word he said, he just stared blankly at the clothes.

When making the payment, Zhou Haiqing swiped his card swiftly and decisively, without even blinking.

That amount was more than Zhou Dajun could earn in the past half month, working from dawn till dusk, carrying bricks and cement.

He stared at the numbers on the receipt, his throat feeling like it was blocked by something.

When he stepped out of the store, he had already changed into a new outfit.

The shirt was light blue, and the collar was buttoned up meticulously.

His trousers hung crisply over his gleaming leather shoes, and a finely crafted leather belt was tied around his waist.

He looked down at himself, took two steps, stopped, and then took two more steps.

I feel lightheaded when I walk.

"Dad, you look so powerful and imposing in this outfit. You exude such an aura just by standing there."

Zhou Haiqing gave a thumbs up, his smile genuine and natural.

"If those who used to look down on you and laugh at you saw this, they'd be green with envy and wish they could disappear into the ground!"

Zhou Dajun's face flushed with pride at the praise, and he felt as sweet as if he had been filled with honey.

He walked to the glass wall of the mall, looked at himself in the reflection, and found himself pleasing to the eye. He couldn't help but grin, his mouth almost reaching his ears.

"Good son, you understand me best. This is how I should be."

"Then I won't accompany you back; I have some things to take care of."

Zhou Haiqing glanced at his watch and casually suggested that he leave first.

"Take your time browsing, don't rush home."

Zhou Dajun agreed without saying a word and waved for him to get on with his work.

I watched Zhou Haiqing's figure disappear around the corner of the mall.

He stood still and looked down carefully at his new outfit.

He straightened his cuffs and stretched out the corner of his clothes.

Suddenly, he turned around and, instead of heading home, went towards the residential area where Wu Haiyan lived.

Wu Haiyan was resting on the sofa. The TV was on, but the volume was low, and it was playing an old TV series.

She had just picked up her water glass and taken a sip of hot water.

Suddenly, a loud "bang" was heard, and the door was pushed open violently.

It hit the wall and bounced back with a loud "bang".

She was startled and almost knocked over her water glass. When she looked up, she saw Zhou Dajun standing at the door.

Backlit, the silhouette is clearly defined.

But upon closer inspection, he was completely different from the disheveled, exhausted man he remembered.

The person in front of me was wearing an expensive suit, and his shirt was pressed without a single wrinkle.

He wore a smug smile, his chin slightly raised.

What are you doing here?

Wu Haiyan wanted to yell at him and question him about his right to trespass on her property.

But when she saw his outfit, her momentum instantly weakened, and she swallowed the words back, only staring at him coldly.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't come here today to start over with you."

Zhou Dajun smiled, his tone relaxed.

He pretended to scan the room's furnishings, his gaze landing on the old sofa, the peeling paint on the walls, and the cluttered coffee table.

"Your place is really no good. It's small and dark. I used to think it was too cramped and it was old and dilapidated."

"What does this have to do with me?"

Wu Haiyan's tone was somewhat aggressive, her voice carrying suppressed anger.

"Oh, I was just saying it offhand."

Zhou Dajun waved his hand dismissively, but then his tone shifted, revealing a hint of gratitude.

"Actually, I mainly came to thank you. If you hadn't been so heartless as to kick me out and disown me as your man, I wouldn't be living such a good life today."

He deliberately puffed out his chest, patted his suit collar, and said boastfully, "Look at my outfit! Just these three pieces—shirt, trousers, and leather shoes—come together and they cost over a hundred!"

More than one hundred?

Wu Haiyan was filled with doubt.

"Over a hundred? Just this one coat?"

She frowned, calculating in her mind that her monthly salary was less than two thousand yuan.

This dress was worth five or six days' worth of her income.

"Really? Where did you get the money to buy such expensive clothes? You've always said you're short on money."

"My son bought it for me."

As Zhou Dajun spoke, he deliberately shook his cuffs outwards, revealing the exquisite brand logo on the lining.

"When I got back, my whole family was overjoyed. They not only cleaned my house and changed the sheets and blankets, but also reorganized my wardrobe. They even took me to the mall to change into new clothes right away."

He grinned, the wrinkles around his eyes smoothing out, his tone full of boastfulness.

"Don't you think this treatment is pretty respectable?"

Zhou Dajun was there to show off, so he spoke with great enthusiasm.

"Would they really treat you like that?"

Wu Haiyan stared at him with a mixture of belief and doubt, her eyes slightly narrowed.

"Didn't you say your son and you never got along? How come he's suddenly become so filial to you in just a few days?"

"Of course!"

Zhou Dajun puffed out his chest, giving him an expression that said, "You have no idea."

"To put it bluntly, it's because I'm charming. This time when I went back, I didn't do anything special, just changed my attitude, spoke more gently, and took better care of my family. When they saw this, they thought, 'Oh, the old man has become sensible,' and naturally they felt sorry for him."

He paused, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

"After wandering around for a while, I finally realized that one needs to settle down. Once Shufen and I re-register, our lives will be stable and peaceful, and we'll definitely be happy. Don't you think so?"

He reached out and tugged at his belt.

"You want to remarry?"

Wu Haiyan sat up abruptly, bracing herself on the edge of the sofa with her hands, her voice suddenly rising in pitch.

"No way? She'd actually want to be with you?"

Her voice was full of shock, and her eyes were wide open.

“I remember she cried and made a scene wanting a divorce back then. You drink and gamble every day, never come home, and don’t care about the kids. Now she’s willing to come back?”

The news came so suddenly that she was thrown into a panic.

"Of course I'd like to!"

Zhou Dajun laughed even harder, his mouth stretching almost to his ears.

“I’m willing to go home, and she’s more than happy to see me. Yesterday at dinner, she even told me that I would own half of those shops in the future, and the profits would be split monthly. I’m quite well-off now.”

As he spoke, he took a business card out of his pocket and gently placed it on the coffee table.

Wu Haiyan was stunned; these words were completely unexpected.

She stared at the business card, not reaching out to take it, but her lips moved slightly, her mind in turmoil.

"In the end, I have to thank you," Zhou Dajun finally stopped smiling, straightened his posture, and looked at him with a hint of contempt. "If you hadn't been blind back then and let such a promising talent slip away, would I be where I am today?"

He held his head high, his tone full of arrogance.

"You looked down on me back then for being poor and useless, but look at me now! Who's the ultimate winner?"

Seeing how successful he is now, wearing designer clothes, having a son who is filial to him, his ex-wife still wanting to remarry him, and still having money, I felt a pang of bitterness in my heart.