As soon as the two sat down, Leng Lin quickly asked, "What are you going to do after the exam? Is there anything going on at the company?"
"It's not a company matter," Lin An said, not continuing the conversation.
However, Leng Feng and Tong Jiaojiao both realized that it must be related to the Lin family.
Leng Feng put down his chopsticks, his expression somber, and wanted to say a few words of advice to Lin An:
"Lin An, sometimes..."
He had barely started speaking when Tong Jiaojiao interrupted him: "Honey, the child is grown up and has his own judgment, so don't interfere."
"Hey, let me finish." Leng Feng patted Tong Jiaojiao's hand and quickly said that he wasn't trying to stop Lin An.
"What I'm trying to say is that sometimes, men have to be ruthless, to fight fire with fire."
"The Lin couple are not qualified parents. That's too kind of them. They don't deserve to be parents at all. I've never seen them care about you or worry about your studies or health. They only fawn over you and beg you when they see you as someone they can use. I have never seen such shameless people."
“I don’t think they ever treated you like family. All they’ve ever thought about is exploiting you and profiting from you. Since you’ve decided to deal with them, don’t hold back!”
Leng Feng became increasingly agitated as he spoke, clenching one hand into a fist and slamming it hard on the table, angrily saying:
"Let the eternal shackles be broken!"
Leng Lin looked at the water in the glass in front of her, which was shaking from the vibration, and three black lines appeared on her face. How could someone her age say something so childish?
Lin An nodded and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, Mom and Dad, I know what to do."
He took Leng Feng's words to heart. It was time to settle accounts and show no mercy, to eliminate any future troubles.
......
Inside the Lin family villa, the three members of the Lin family returned to a peaceful state.
In the morning, Lin Haoran got angry and argued with Zhang Wanru for an hour because the mother and daughter hadn't brought his portion of breakfast.
The two exchanged insults, which were nothing more than a mix of family genealogy and genitalia. The core of their argument boiled down to one sentence: a good-for-nothing coward married a vicious shrew.
Lin Haoran was exhausted from cursing and extremely hungry, so he drove out to find a restaurant to eat. Now back home, he is full and satisfied.
He hid in the bathroom and called Lin Zhe. It took him three tries to get the call answered.
Lin Zhe's voice trembled slightly: "Dad, what's wrong?"
"It's alright, Dad was just worried about you. Is everything alright? Have you been admitted to Peking Union Medical College Hospital?"
"Yes, everything went smoothly, I've already moved in."
Hearing his beloved son's voice brought Lin Haoran a sense of comfort. At least Lin Zhe was safe now. Lin Zhe was his root, the continuation of the Lin family line.
"Son, take good care of yourself. I'll come find you once I've taken care of everything."
"Okay, I got it. I'll hang up now."
Lin Zhe's voice was somewhat cold, and he was in a hurry to hang up the phone. Lin Haoran's heart began to pound, and he said in a flattering tone:
"Alright, alright, son, you should rest now."
For a moment, he was afraid that his son, who was holding onto his life savings, would abandon him.
However, this thought was fleeting. Lin Haoran shook his head, telling himself not to overthink it. The bond between father and son was deep, and blood was thicker than water. The child he had raised since childhood would not treat him like this.
Lin Zhe hung up the phone, looked at the circle of experts surrounding the hospital bed, and burst into tears.
The leading expert, with a serious expression, began to speak:
"Don't get agitated. We're just telling you the truth. According to the test results, the chances of your fertility recovering are basically zero."
Another expert tried to comfort him: "Young man, don't worry about this. There are many other things to do in life, and many other pleasures. You should learn to shift your focus, cultivate your mind, and find enjoyment in nature. Isn't that a good thing?"
"You don't necessarily have to find a girlfriend. And maybe you can find a beautiful and kind girl in the vast sea of people who is willing to have a platonic relationship with you."
After hearing this, Lin Zhe cried even harder. He thought it was better to play with men than to talk about platonic relationships with women. Besides, the woman he wanted wasn't just any random person in the vast sea of people; it was Jiang Mian.
Yang Li, the biological mother standing to the side, was also heartbroken to see her son in such pain, and comforted him:
"It's alright, son."
“It’s not a big deal. Look at your dad. He often had problems after he turned thirty, but he’s still doing just fine. Everyone was going to go through this sooner or later. You’re just a little earlier than him.”
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhe let out a loud cry and almost fainted from crying.
When Zhang Wanru saw Lin Haoran holding the phone with a worried look on his face, she would have always wondered if her husband was unhappy because he had quarreled with his girlfriend, and then she would have tried to find out if he was trying to spy on him.
She was too lazy to understand what Lin Haoran was thinking. She just felt that the man in front of her was old and smelly, and she couldn't stand it. She didn't want to be with him for even a minute longer.
Zhang Wanru rolled her eyes a few times from an angle where Lin Haoran couldn't see her, then opened her phone and started looking at the large apartments and villas for sale in Shanghai.
At noon, she and Lin Rou looked up Xiao An's company online. They learned that the company was booming and that several newly emerging internet celebrities were basically under their management.
Zhang Wanru mentally estimated that Lin An's net worth was at least several hundred million yuan, and he could easily buy a large house in Shanghai.
Thinking of this, she went upstairs and pushed open the door to Lin Rou's room:
"Xiaorou, what time does the college entrance exam finish?"
Lin Rou, her face deathly pale, lay on the bed and answered weakly:
"The exam should last until five o'clock."
After listening, Zhang Wanru glanced at the time. There were still two hours left, enough time for her to get ready properly.
She stared at herself in the mirror, her beauty gone, her face bruised and bloodied, and exclaimed in alarm:
"Xiaorou, where's that foundation with great coverage? Can I use it?"
Lin Rou reluctantly sat up, walked to the dressing table, picked out a bottle of foundation from the cosmetics on the table, and asked, "What are you doing? Are you going to pick up Lin An?"
Zhang Wanru took the foundation and replied, "Yes, I'm his mother. Isn't it right for me to wait for him outside the exam hall?"
Lin Rou snorted coldly and reminded him in an icy tone:
"Mom, I advise you to save your breath. Have you forgotten what Lin An said at the restaurant last time? Given his current attitude, it's good enough that he didn't hit you."
Zhang Wanru glared at Lin Rou and retorted, "You don't understand, there's no grudge between a mother and son that lasts overnight."
“It was all my fault before, but I was deceived by your father, which is understandable.”
“I have realized my mistake now. I am willing to apologize to him. I am willing to love him well and make it up to him in the future. He lacks nothing now, except for his mother’s love.”
"What he lacks, I have; I can give him!"
"There's no one better than a mother in the world!"
"Hahaha." Lin Rou laughed a few times. She suspected that her mother, Zhang Wanru, was a fish with only a seven-second memory. She prompted, "They've recognized Tong Jiaojiao as their new mother."
Zhang Wanru replied loudly, "That's different. I am his biological mother. How can a biological mother and a godmother be the same? We are of one heart and mind."
It seemed that if she spoke loud enough, she could cover up her guilty conscience.
Lin Rou ignored him, lay back down on the bed, turned over, and turned her back to Zhang Wanru.
Zhang Wanru wasn't annoyed and looked through the makeup and cosmetics on Lin Rou's dressing table.
She couldn't possibly become richer than Tong Jiaojiao; wealth can't be faked. But she was good at makeup, and she had to make herself look beautiful, outshine Tong Jiaojiao, and win back her son's heart.
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