Chapter 63 The real show has only just begun.
"He ran off with another woman, abandoning his wife and children. When he couldn't make it there and couldn't survive, he came back to bully his own family! I've never seen such a shameless person!"
She became increasingly angry as she spoke, her face turning red, and her hands gripping the corner of the table tightly.
If it were in the past, would she dare to talk about her elders like that?
They dared not point out Zhou Dajun's shortcomings in front of the whole family.
But now, she's had enough.
"yes."
Zhou Shufen nodded gently, her eyes deep and thoughtful.
"I once heard someone say that if you want someone to court disaster, first let them get carried away. When they feel they are invincible and unstoppable, they will naturally become arrogant and reveal their weaknesses. So I have a plan..."
As she spoke, her voice suddenly lowered, and she leaned forward slightly, getting close to Zhou Haiqing and Qin Guifang's ears.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Haiqing and Qin Guifang exchanged a glance, their eyes first showing astonishment.
He then agreed, and finally couldn't help but grin.
Zhou Haiqing quietly gave a thumbs up and praised softly.
"Mom, this is brilliant! We don't have to lift a finger, and he gets out of here on his own without any complaints! Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"
"Then it's settled."
Zhou Shufen blinked gently, her expression more relaxed than before.
"Now, it all depends on how well we act. Remember, we have to act realistically and convincingly, so that he doesn't become suspicious."
She stood up, walked to the window, and peeked outside through a corner of the curtain.
Zhou Dajun was squatting at the doorway, smoking, with his legs crossed, humming an unknown tune.
"The real show has only just begun."
Zhou Shufen muttered to herself.
With an idea in mind, the atmosphere in the room became less oppressive.
The three of them were each making their own calculations, and a newfound certainty appeared in their eyes.
The storm is not over yet, but they are no longer passively enduring it.
Instead, they are preparing to launch a counterattack.
The next morning.
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
Zhou Haiqing got out of bed slowly, as if afraid of disturbing something.
After he got dressed, he did not go out immediately.
Instead, she quietly walked to the door, held her breath, and slowly squatted down.
He pressed his ear tightly against the cold crack in the door, listening intently to the sounds outside.
It was extremely quiet outside; even the motion-activated lights in the hallway weren't on.
Only a few faint bird calls could be heard in the distance.
He listened for a while to make sure there was no sound of anyone moving or coughing.
Has Zhou Dajun really left?
After all, he made such a scene last night and said some extremely offensive things, so I had already told him to leave.
Logically speaking, even if the other party is shameless, they shouldn't continue to linger and refuse to leave.
But Zhou Haiqing knew that Zhou Dajun was no ordinary person.
He's the kind of person who's thick-skinned and hard-hearted.
But this time, clinging to a sliver of hope, he reached for the doorknob, his fingertips trembling slightly.
The door creaked open slowly.
As it turned out, the person was right there.
Zhou Dajun huddled in the shadows at the corner of the stairwell, wrapped in his dusty old cotton-padded coat.
He clutched his pile of tattered bundles tightly in his arms.
There was an open plastic bag at his feet.
Hearing the door open, he jolted awake and stiffly turned his neck.
He was determined to renege on his promise until Zhou Haiqing bowed his head.
However, Zhou Haiqing did not roar or shove as usual.
He stood at the doorway, his gaze coldly sweeping over Zhou Dajun's disheveled yet arrogant appearance before slowly moving towards the empty stairwell.
Finally, he sighed softly, as if he had finally resigned himself to his fate.
"Alright, don't freeze outside, come in."
Even he himself felt unfamiliar with these words.
how so?
She clearly wanted nothing more than to kick him down the stairs.
But when the words were about to come out, they turned into this.
We let him in so quickly?
Zhou Dajun was stunned for a moment, and the smile on his face hadn't even faded yet.
He jumped up from the ground, grabbed his bundle, and squeezed into the house, muttering to himself as he went.
"Hmm, you figured it out last night? That makes sense. I'm your father, your own dad! It's only right and proper for me to be filial! If you don't bring me back, the neighbors will say you're ungrateful."
Zhou Haiqing's temples throbbed, veins bulged, and his fists clenched tightly at the seam of his trousers.
He really wanted to turn around and punch the wall, or just throw the pile of tattered bags downstairs.
But he couldn't.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
In the end, he didn't reply to a word, but silently walked to the living room and forcefully dragged the old sofa towards the wall.
It made a harsh, grinding sound.
Two clear marks were scratched into the ground.
After clearing a space, he turned around and said in a calm tone, "You can stay here for now."
Zhou Dajun looked around the small living room.
The cement floor, the old furniture, and the several unopened boxes of packages piled up in the corner made me feel really unhappy.
This place is not even comparable to the pigsty where he lived in the countryside back then.
Not to mention the two-bedroom apartment he was allocated at the factory when he was young.
He really wanted to give them a hard time and complain, but he swallowed the words back down.
He was an old man who had been kicked out of his home and was now living on the streets.
Having food to eat and a roof over one's head is already a great blessing.
"Alright, your current situation isn't great either, and I'm not an unreasonable person."
He cleared his throat, deliberately straightened his back, and waved his hand in a pretentious manner.
"I'll just make do for now, and we'll see later..."
Zhou Haiqing didn't reply, but turned and went into the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and with his back to him, his Adam's apple bobbed.
After a moment, he stood up and coughed lightly.
"Then hurry up and get ready, change into some clean clothes, and I'll take you to buy some new ones."
Zhou Dajun was completely stunned, his eyes widened, and his ears rang. He wondered if he was hallucinating from sleeping on the stairs last night because of the cold.
What did you say?
He asked blankly.
Not only did they provide him with a place to stay, but they also took him shopping for clothes.
This sounds like a dream.
He had lived for over fifty years and had never seen Zhou Haiqing so "filial".
Even when he was sick and hospitalized, this kid never brought him a single drop of water!
"Get ready quickly, don't dawdle."
Zhou Haiqing urged again.
Zhou Dajun swallowed hard, his throat was dry, and his mind was a jumbled mess, unable to process what he was seeing.
This youngest son has always been the most obedient.
Even though they were quiet as children, they never missed a day of doing what they were supposed to do.
Sure enough, blood is thicker than water; he still can't bear to part with his father!
“You can think that way,” he grinned, the wrinkles around his eyes crinkling, and patted Zhou Haiqing’s shoulder. His hand was rough and heavy, like a piece of sandpaper. “Dad is really happy.”
In that instant, he felt as if he truly believed it.
The misunderstanding between father and son was resolved just like that.
All the resentment, indifference, and arguments of the past were gently smoothed over by this one sentence.
Zhou Haiqing felt a thud on his shoulder and swayed slightly as he was patted.
He looked up at Zhou Dajun, his eyes filled with no warmth, only unfathomable weariness.
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