He closed the book and placed it on the table. Only then did Mo Yan look at him.
"Tell me what you've come here for today. Don't tell me you came to see me. I don't believe you, and I don't believe you either."
Mo Bei: "..."
"Mom, why did you hang up on me?"
"Because everything you say is nonsense."
Mo Bei: "..."
Mo Bei, you feel like the old woman in front of you is a little unfamiliar. Before, my eyes were only on you. Even if he wanted the stars in the sky, I would help him pluck them down.
Before, every time she came, she would busy herself getting him all sorts of food, but now...
"Mom, you've changed."
"Of course, I've become a wicked mother-in-law, so of course I have to maintain this persona properly."
Upon hearing this, Mo Bei understood immediately; so that's why his mother was angry about this.
"Mom, you've misunderstood me. That's not what I meant."
"So it's your wife's idea. That makes things even easier. I'll just be a mean mother-in-law from now on."
"No, Mom, you know, reality shows are scripted too. Our family has this wicked mother-in-law. Then there will be a big twist at the end. You just need to do what I say. My future and my prospects depend on you, don't you think?"
In order to become famous, Mo Bei has no shame and even thought of slandering his own mother.
Regardless of whether Mo Yan is a teacher or a professor, after becoming a public enemy, everyone started to hate her, and people even threw rotten eggs at her when she went out.
"Oh, so you mean you're willing to sacrifice my reputation?"
Mo Bei: "..."
"Just tell me, isn't that right?"
"Yes." He didn't know why, but he always felt a little guilty in front of his mother now.
"very good."
Mo Yan stood up and threw two more punches.
"Aww..."
Mo Bei burst into tears.
The pain was so intense that I curled up on the ground, unable to move.
"What makes you think I should sacrifice my reputation to please you?"
If he were a good son, that would be one thing, but the problem is he isn't; he's an ingrate.
A truly good son would surely be grateful to his mother for raising him.
"Mom, you hit me again..."
"Mo Bei, let me ask you something. You said you and your wife have made plans for your retirement over the next few decades. What are those plans?"
He presented a sweet and loving image on the show, a model husband for the nation.
Even if his wife couldn't have children or didn't have a job, he said it didn't matter, he would support her.
I'll earn money to support the family, you just need to be beautiful.
And you can keep your money yourself.
I'll take care of your life.
Listen to see if he's the best husband in the world?
but.
If you're so capable, then stop sponging off your parents.
How much money could he possibly have? The money he earns from filming isn't even enough for his own expenses, not to mention having An Ran who spends money like water.
All of the original owner's salary, as well as the profits from his investments, were deposited into his account every month so that he could use them to support his family.
You use my money, then turn your back on me. You're all who cares about money, and you curse me as soon as you put down your chopsticks. Why don't you just fly to the moon?
"I..." Mo Bei didn't dare to say anything. In fact, he couldn't even support himself. His mother paid for everything, from food and drink to toilet expenses.
The so-called plan is nothing more than thinking about living off one's parents for the rest of one's life.
"Mom, why are you bringing this up? Don't you love me anymore?"
Mo Bei could only pretend to be stupid and change the subject, defining Mo Yan's unusual behavior as jealousy.
Also, what they said went too far, which made Mo Yan angry.
"Mom, you are my mom. You are my only mom. Don't you want me to make something of myself?"
I only have this one chance, please help me. Besides, I've already signed a contract; if I don't film, we'll have to pay compensation.
It would have been better if Mo Bei hadn't mentioned it, but it was only when Mo Yan brought it up that she remembered, "Oh, he's rich."
"Where's the money? Where's my money? How much do you pay per episode? Transfer it to me immediately, or you can rent a mom yourself."
"You're using my money and expect me to cooperate? Are you dreaming?"
Mo Bei: "..."
"Mom, you've changed. You've become vulgar. You..."
Before Mo Bei could finish speaking, Mo Yan grabbed him and threw him out.
“I haven’t seen the wages I’m owed, so I won’t go there.”
After saying that, Mo Yan closed the door, thinking she should change the locks.
They quickly changed their salary cards, as well as their investment cards, and even put their current house up for sale online.
Mo Bei: "..."
When Mo Bei returned home in pain, An Ran quickly came over.
"How's it going, honey? Has your mother agreed? If not, I'll go beg her right now. I'll kneel down and beg her. I'll do anything for your future."
Listen to how righteous An Ran is; she'd do anything for him. She'd endure any hardship for him. Just thinking about it makes my stomach hurt.
"Mom said she'd give her her labor fee. How much is Mom's labor fee? Is it okay to give it to her?"
Mo Bei never cared about these things. He gave all his earnings to An Ran, and then he spent his money on his mother.
An Ran's expression stiffened for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "Yes, that's to be expected. I didn't think of that. I'll pass it on to her now."
Mo Bei was relieved to hear that. "That's good. Mom will come as soon as she sees the money." She should come, right? "Honey, I'm a little tired, I'm going to rest now."
After saying that, Mo Bei went back to his room and lay down. He really didn't expect his mother to be so ruthless. She beat him so badly that he couldn't breathe. Even breathing hurt.
"Okay," An Ran said, somewhat absentmindedly.
She was unwilling. Although the first installment was 100,000, which was a far cry from what she was entitled to, the fact that she had to take the money out of her pocket made her very unhappy.
She figured that the old woman doted on her son so much that she couldn't possibly not come, and as for Mo Bei, she wasn't worried at all that he would be angry.
So Anran never even considered transferring the money; she turned around and went to browse Weibo.
She even made a particularly manipulative remark.
Anran: Tomorrow is a new beginning. I hope everything goes well.
Netizen: [Don't worry, everything will go smoothly, goddess.]
Netizen: [Go, goddess!]
...
After Mo Bei got up, he left the phone call with Mo Yan.
Mo Yan didn't answer at all, and now he panicked.
"Honey, have you transferred the money?"
"It's been transferred." An Ran's face was a little stiff. The production team was coming soon, but she still couldn't get in touch with Mo Yan.
"Then why hasn't my mom come yet?" Mo Bei asked, frowning.
"I don't know, maybe she doesn't like me..."
The production team also sent people into the school to start filming, and at that moment, Mo Yan was in class.
They assumed the old lady was either practicing Tai Chi or fighting with someone in the market.
Unexpectedly, she was giving a lecture on the stage, and her class was completely full.
They were unconsciously stunned.
So the old lady's appearance is like a classroom lesson.
Netizen: [Whose mother-in-law is this? She looks so young!]
Netizen: [Holy crap, isn't this our school? Our school is on a reality show!]
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