Wang Cheng said, "All four of us siblings have an obligation to support you. Legally speaking, your agreement to sever ties with Wang Peng is invalid. Am I right?"
Wang Song remained silent, staring at his hepatitis C diagnosis report, tears welling up in his eyes.
If it weren't for raising tuition fees for Wang Cheng, he wouldn't have sold his blood, let alone contracted hepatitis C.
To everyone's surprise, his son, who drives a luxury car worth 400,000 yuan every day, doesn't want to get medical treatment.
The key point is that treating hepatitis C doesn't cost much.
“Back then, Wang Peng was willing to lend you money, but you didn’t want to borrow it and insisted on selling your blood. Am I right?” Wang Cheng pressed.
Wang Song stuffed the diagnosis report into his pocket, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace. "It's time to take care of the peanuts at home. I'm going back to my hometown."
Wang Cheng said in a deep voice, "It's not that I don't want to treat you, but the medical expenses need to be shared by the four of us siblings. Wang Peng is the eldest, so you should go ask him for the money first."
"I understand, I won't say anymore." Wang Song waved his hand, turned and walked out of the president's office, tears streaming down his face.
Everyone says raising children can provide for you in old age, and everyone says that the second son, Wang Cheng, is the most filial—bullshit!
As Wang Song passed by the Human Resources Department office, he overheard Wang Zhen chatting with her colleagues and quickly wiped away his tears.
"Sister Zhen, this gold chain must be very expensive. When did you buy it?"
"I just bought it yesterday. It wasn't expensive, less than three thousand yuan."
"Oh, three thousand yuan isn't expensive? I couldn't save up three thousand yuan in two years."
When Wang Zhen saw his father carrying a thermos as he came out, he asked in confusion, "Dad, what brings you here?"
"Third Sister, I've been diagnosed with hepatitis C." Wang Cheng pulled out his diagnosis report and said with a smile, "The doctor said it'll cost three hundred yuan a month..."
“Dad,” Wang Zhen frowned, “Go find my older brothers. They’re richer than me. I’m just a working-class guy.”
“You know that the parents’ property is inherited by the son, and the medical expenses should be borne by the son, right?” Wang Zhen added.
“Yes, you’re right.” Wang Song nodded and turned to walk down the stairs.
Watching his retreating figure, Wang Zhen smiled slightly. You were too "good" to me before, so why should I spend money to treat you?
Wang Song left Huihuang Supermarket, staring blankly at the road, remembering the doctor's words.
"If hepatitis C is not treated actively, it can easily develop into cirrhosis or even liver cancer."
His second son and fourth daughter refused to treat his illness. His third daughter, Wang Xia, was in college, but he didn't give her a penny for tuition and was too ashamed to ask her for money.
As for the eldest son, Wang Peng, he was even less likely to ask him for money.
He kicked his eldest son, who had just graduated from junior high school, out of the house and left him to fend for himself. This is not something a human being would do.
Recalling the scene from back then, Wang Song was once again moved to tears. He never imagined that he would become someone that everyone disliked.
At this moment, if there were a pill to undo regrets, he would gladly trade ten years of his life for one.
He stood outside the Brilliant Building for a long time, then walked to the Brothers Supermarket, intending to see Wang Peng one last time before returning to his hometown to fend for himself.
Upon arriving at the Brothers Supermarket, I saw bicycles parked along the roadside, three police cars outside the gate, and several police officers maintaining order at the entrance.
Customers were coming and going in and out of the store in droves.
"Business is really good. Xiaopeng is born to be a businessman." Wang Song smiled slightly and stepped into the supermarket.
The supermarket was even more crowded, like a rural market in Ping'an Township.
A diverse array of customers, sales clerks in uniform, and cleaning staff responsible for maintaining order.
He walked up to a female sales clerk and said with a smile, "Hello, is Mr. Wang Peng here?"
The salesperson pointed to the stairs, "The boss is on the second floor in the beverage section. You can go up from here."
Wang Song thanked them again, walked up the stairs to the second floor, and slowly followed the crowd until he saw Wang Peng and his wife.
When Li Mingzhu saw Wang Song, she quickly took her husband's hand.
When Wang Peng saw Wang Song, whose eyes were red, he frowned and asked, "Were you looking for me?"
"Yes," Wang Song said with a smile, "I was planning to go back to my hometown alone, so I came over to chat with you for a bit."
Wang Peng nodded and asked, "Have you gone to the hospital for a physical examination?"
"It's been checked, and there's nothing wrong with it at all." Wang Song patted his chest. "I've worked the land all my life, and I'm as strong as an ox."
Wang Peng was relieved. "Why did you suddenly go back to your hometown? Did Wang Cheng kick you out?"
Wang Song hurriedly shook his head, "I'm not used to using a toilet. I've squatted my whole life, and I can't poop while sitting. I can only squat on the toilet. Because of this, I argue with Li Guifen every day."
"Hehe." Li Mingzhu couldn't hold back and quickly turned her back to Wang Song.
Wang Song was in a great mood and said eagerly, "You should always smile and not think about unhappy things. A good mood is good for the child."
Li Mingzhu didn't turn around, unsure of how to respond.
Wang Peng took out his wallet and gave him 1,000 yuan. Since his wife was in a good mood, he would consider it money spent to take her to see a crosstalk performance.
"No, I have money." Wang Song hurriedly waved his hand, his nose tingling and he felt like crying again.
"Take this, it's for your travel expenses. Living alone is tough," Wang Peng said.
"No, I'm only eating my fill, so how hard can it be?" Wang Song put his hands behind his back.
He felt only guilt and regret towards his eldest son and was too ashamed to accept his son's money.
In the past, he tried every means to get money from his eldest son, but his eldest son refused. Now that his eldest son is giving him money, he doesn't want it anymore.
"Hehe." Wang Song gave a wry smile. Life is unpredictable; things in this world are too ridiculous.
Just then, Wang Peng heard a bang, followed by the sound of a child crying.
He turned around and saw a boy standing in the "high-end liquor" section crying, his cries attracting a crowd of onlookers.
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