Chapter 123 Sending Mother to Study
The call was from Jin Shuning. Shi Yanchen frowned and pressed the answer button.
"Mr. Shi, there is a result in Mr. Wei's case."
"Speak." Shi Yanchen pressed the speakerphone button.
"The court ruled that Mr. Wei was suspected of commercial attack and intentional injury and sentenced him to three years in prison. At the same time, Galaxy Real Estate not only had to compensate SNK for the commercial losses of 20 million, but also had to transfer the equity of the pension project in East China as a settlement condition."
"As for the personal damages to Pei Song," Jin Shuning added, "the court also awarded 500,000 yuan in compensation for mental damages."
Pei Song was squatting on the ground picking up books. He shook his head when he heard this and leaned over to say, "I want to donate this compensation to the search and rescue team. If they hadn't found it in time, the consequences would have been disastrous."
Shi Yanchen glanced at him and said nothing.
He knew that Pei Song always had his own opinions, and at a time like this, nothing could be better than respecting his decision.
"I have already discussed this with the legal department," Jin Shuning said, "and once the compensation arrives, you can just sign a letter of authorization."
Shi Yanchen hung up the phone and squatted down to pick up the documents on the ground with Pei Song.
"Leon," Pei Song couldn't help asking as he sorted the bookshelf, "How did I offend you? I've been thinking about it all night and still can't figure it out."
Shi Yanchen paused for a moment and said nothing.
"Didn't you say before that if you have anything to say, you should speak it out openly and ask me not to ignore you?" Pei Song tilted his head and looked at him, "Now you are keeping it to yourself and refuse to say it."
Shi Yanchen put the last book back on the bookshelf and finally spoke: "I passed by the park after get off work today and saw you and Zhou Feng chatting happily."
His voice was very soft, but Pei Song could hear the suppressed emotions in it.
"That's it?" Pei Song suddenly realized.
"I don't like you getting too close to him." Shi Yanchen's voice contained a warning.
Pei Song looked at his serious expression and sighed: "When I was in college, I did have a vague crush on Zhou Feng. But that feeling was too vague, otherwise I wouldn't have waited until before I went abroad to study to text him to confess my feelings."
"What about now?" Shi Yanchen stared into his eyes.
"Later on the snowy mountain, I rejected him because I already liked you at that time," Pei Song looked straight at him, "My previous affection for him was less than one ten-thousandth of my current feelings for you."
Shi Yanchen hugged him tightly: "It's better this way."
"Silly boy," Pei Song leaned forward and pecked him on the lips, "You are the only one in my heart now."
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The flight to City M slowly descended. Mother Pei looked at the clouds outside the cabin and twisted her fingers together unconsciously.
"Mom, are you nervous?" Pei Song held her hand.
"A little bit," Pei's mother smiled, "It feels a little unreal that I started studying again at the age of 45."
"You are already great," Pei Song said, "You dare to pursue your dreams at this age. Many people dare not take this step in their entire lives."
Shi Yanchen sat beside them and said gently, "Auntie, your German has improved a lot, and your tutor also appreciates your work. Studying here will definitely go smoothly."
"Thank you, Xiao Shi." Mother Pei's eyes turned red as she looked at the city's outline becoming increasingly clear outside the window.
As I got off the plane, the chilly spring air hit me in the face.
April in City M still carries the afterglow of winter, and the trees on both sides of the streets are just beginning to sprout.
Shi Yanchen called a taxi and went directly to the apartment next to the Department of Art History.
The old building is simple and elegant, with a quiet courtyard outside the window.
Across the courtyard you can see the Gothic spire of the Art History Department of M University, sparkling in the sun.
"It's so beautiful here." Pei's mother stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the campus in the distance.
"Look here," Shi Yanchen opened the bedroom door, "the east-facing window is perfect for painting. I asked someone to prepare the easel."
Next to the easel is a solid wooden desk with several art history textbooks on it.
These are the materials that Pei's mother prepared during this period, and every page is filled with notes.
"Mom, let's go to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities first." Pei Song said, "After we settle down, I'll take you to see our restaurant."
Shi Yanchen took them on the streets of M City and carefully introduced the surrounding facilities: "The bakery here opens at 7 o'clock, and the coffee and tea are on the second floor. The owner of the drugstore on the corner is Chinese, and you can go directly to her if you need anything."
"Xiao Shi is really thoughtful," said Pei's mother, "She thinks so carefully about me."
"You should, Auntie." Shi Yanchen said sincerely, "You are Songsong's mother, and you are my mother."
Pei Song's face turned red, and Pei's mother's eyes smiled into crescents.
The next morning, they accompanied Pei's mother to report to school.
The April sunshine shines on the ancient campus. The teaching building of the Art History Department is solemn and majestic, and the heavy wooden doors are carved with exquisite patterns.
The tutor was already waiting in the office. He was an old professor with a kind face.
"Finally I meet you," the professor said in fluent German, "I have seen all your works, and your style is very oriental."
Pei's mother responded in German. Although her pronunciation was not standard, they were able to communicate basically.
"Don't worry," the professor said with a smile, "age is not a problem. The heart that pursues art is always young. I will personally teach you this semester. If you have any questions, feel free to come to me."
Coming out of the professor's office, Pei's mother's eyes were red again: "I didn't expect to meet such a good teacher at this age."
"Mom," Pei Song held her hand, "You are always the best."
In the evening, Shi Yanchen drove them to a Michelin restaurant.
Pushing open the glass door, a familiar aroma hits you in the face.
"This is my first time here." Pei's mother's face was full of surprise.
"Business is very good now," Pei Song said. "We have to make reservations a week in advance every day. I looked at the financial statements a few days ago and the turnover increased by 20% compared with last year."
Shi Yanchen called the chef, a young man from country D.
"This is Pei Song's mother," Shi Yanchen introduced. "She will study here in the future. You have to take good care of her."
The chef said enthusiastically: "Of course, no problem, there will always be room for you whenever you want to come."
"I heard that you opened this restaurant together?" Pei's mother asked, looking at the exquisite tableware.
Shi Yanchen smiled and nodded: "Yes, at that time, Song Song and I shared an apartment, and I often went there for free meals. Later, I saw that he was such a good cook, so we opened this restaurant together."
"You actually pay for it and do the work," Pei Song said, "and I'm responsible for the menu design."
Shi Yanchen held his hand and said, "Without your dishes, this restaurant wouldn't be so successful."
Mother Pei was delighted when she saw the sweet interaction between the two.
Her greatest comfort is that her son has met someone who truly treats him well.
Back in the apartment, moonlight streamed in through the curtains.
Pei's mother stood in front of the easel, gently stroking the brand new canvas.
The unfinished dream from twenty years ago finally has the opportunity to start again.
And this time, she is no longer alone in pursuing her dream.
She has a son who understands her the best, and Shi Yanchen who is like a family member to her.