Wang Song and Li Guifen signed their divorce agreement under the supervision of Judge Li Xinnian, agreeing to go to Ping'an County to get a divorce the day after tomorrow.
On the way home, Wang Song sat in the car without saying a word.
A couple who have been together since childhood are meant to be companions in old age. Thirty years of relationship were destroyed by a mere ten thousand yuan. He was bewildered and heartbroken. "Does money really have that much power?"
“It depends on different people’s attitudes toward money,” Wang Peng said. “You might think it’s not worth it, but she might think it is.”
"Sigh!" Wang Song sighed, put the divorce agreement in his pocket, closed his eyes, and lay down on the car seat.
The car returned to the cozy neighborhood. My mother-in-law had prepared a table full of dishes, and my father-in-law opened two bottles of Wuliangye liquor. Relatives and friends gathered around the table for dinner.
Li Kefan asked, "Brother Song, is everything settled?"
Wang Song nodded. "I'll give her half of the money, and then spend another 30,000 yuan to buy her a house. We'll go back to the county tomorrow to get a divorce."
The air suddenly fell silent. While everyone felt sorry for Wang Song, they also witnessed Li Guifen's extreme greed for money.
Li Mingzhu subtly asked Wang Peng with her eyes, and Wang Peng nodded gently.
“Father-in-law, once my brother’s supermarket is back in business, I’ll post a marriage advertisement for you. You’ll definitely have eighteen-year-old girls chasing after you,” Li Mingzhu joked.
"Huh?" Wang Song chuckled. "Goodness, are you kidding me?"
Ji Miaomiao said, "Uncle, Mingzhu isn't lying. Young girls these days are very realistic. Just wait and see."
"No, please don't." Wang Song laughed out loud, the depression brought on by the divorce vanishing instantly.
He raised his glass and said, "Old Li, you have a wonderful daughter. She's so filial. I envy you."
"Brother Song, you won't have to be envious anymore." Li Kefan waved his hand and raised his glass with a smile.
The atmosphere was much more relaxed, and everyone chatted while eating, enjoying the meal to the fullest.
Everyone thought Li Mingzhu and Ji Miaomiao were joking, but Wang Peng took it seriously.
My dad just turned fifty; he has a long life ahead of him.
He didn't want his elderly father to be single, so he had to find him a better wife than Li Guifen.
He wanted to make Li Guifen regret the divorce today, because a fifty-year-old man with money could easily find another wife.
An eighteen-year-old girl is a bit of an exaggeration, but it's not unacceptable.
If a 24-year-old were to call an 18-year-old girl his stepmother, "Pfft..." Wang Peng burst out laughing, and everyone looked at him.
The next morning, he drove Wang Song out and they first went to Jiao Jiao's hair salon.
"Brother Peng, it's been a long time," said Zhang Yuejiao, the boss, with a smile.
“Boss Zhang, you can make my dad look young again, do it yourself,” Wang Peng said.
"Oh dear, I must personally receive the old man." Zhang Yuejiao smiled broadly. "Old man, please have a seat here."
She gestured for Wang Song to sit down, and while chatting with Wang Peng, she fixed Wang Song's hair.
Wang Song also had no hairstyle; his gray hair was messy and hadn't been styled in a long time.
Zhang Yuejiao gave him a buzz cut, shaved off his beard, applied a face mask to his face, and gave him a facial treatment.
Half an hour later, Wang Song stared blankly in the mirror.
With her naturally black, tousled hair, the absence of a sloppy beard, and skin nourished by imported face masks, she looks twenty years younger.
"Grandpa, no, Uncle, I feel like you're only thirty years old."
Zhang Yuejiao laughed and said, "Your features are very handsome. Peng Ge's handsomeness is inherited from your genes, haha."
When praised by a young woman, Wang Song blushed and asked eagerly, "How much?"
“I used Italian imported shampoo and face mask for you, it cost fifty yuan in total,” Zhang Yuejiao said.
"Fifty?" Wang Song shuddered in fright. "I... I only pay fifty cents to get a haircut at home."
"Father," Wang Peng said with a smile, "Sister Yuejiao, put my name on the tab."
"Thank you, Brother Peng," Zhang Yuejiao said. "Grandpa, I won't cheat you, and I certainly won't cheat Brother Peng."
Wang Song's head was buzzing, and he was still in a daze until the car left the barbershop.
The father and son arrived at Yonghong Clothing Market, where Wang Peng picked out two suits for him, along with underwear, shirts, and socks—two sets of everything from the inside out.
Wang Song looked at the price tag and was completely stunned. "No way! What is this? A suit costs over five hundred yuan?"
“It’s not that expensive.” Wang Peng took out his phone. “I’m friends with the boss. I’ll call him.”
As he spoke, he dialed Ma Yonghong's number and said with a smile, "Old Ma, this is Wang Peng. I'm buying some clothes for my dad."
Half a minute later, he handed the phone to the saleswoman, saying, "Miss, Mr. Ma wants you to answer the phone."
The waitress was seeing a Motorola phone for the first time. She hurriedly held the phone with both hands to answer it, but after a moment, she handed it back to Wang Peng.
She packed up the clothes and said with a smile, "Boss Peng, that's 1,600 yuan in total, after the discount..."
The waiter glanced around and whispered, "Boss Ma said you can just pay half price."
"Thank you." Wang Peng took out his money to pay the bill.
A few pieces of clothing cost eight hundred yuan. Wang Song was so scared that he wanted to go back to the countryside. This city was too crazy.
Wang Peng chuckled lightly, "If you wear rags, it'll be a slap in my face, and people will laugh at me."
Hearing this, Wang Song felt a sweet warmth in his heart. Although filial piety cannot be measured by money, it certainly can.
After leaving the clothing store, Wang Peng took his elderly father to a bathhouse. The two of them took a bath and asked a waiter to scrub his back.
The waiter rubbed it with his hand and exclaimed, "Oh my god, I haven't seen such a big gray ball in a long time!"
Wang Song blushed, and Wang Peng laughed and said, "He has always lived in the countryside, which is still too dirty."
After scrubbing his back and taking a shower, Wang Song changed into brand new underwear, thermal underwear, socks, and a shirt, and put on a suit and tie.
When the father and son looked in the mirror, they were dumbfounded. Wang Song in the mirror looked twenty years younger, like a thirty-year-old uncle.
Wang Song was a handsome man when he was young, so all four of his children are good-looking men and women.
The back-rubbing attendant, after collecting a one-yuan service fee, said with a smile, "I must say, you two brothers really look alike."
"Haha." Wang Peng couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
"What's wrong with your eyes? I'm his father." Wang Song glared at him.
"Oh dear, look at my foul mouth." The waiter pretended to slap himself. "Seriously, you really look young, you look no more than thirty-five."
Wang Song felt a lump in his throat. He had lived in the countryside for fifty years, like a frog in a well, and only today did he realize what life was all about.
"Xiaopeng," he said, his voice trembling with tears, "I regret it. If I hadn't driven you away, I would have been living a good life long ago..."
“Let’s not talk about the past.” Wang Peng put his arm around his shoulder. “Let’s go, we’re going to the mental hospital to see someone.”
"A mental hospital?" Wang Song asked疑惑地, "Who's that?"
“Hu Qing,” Wang Peng said, “Hu Qing aborted Wang Cheng’s child. Wang Cheng colluded with Hu Qing’s maternal uncle to force her into a mental hospital.”
"What? The baby's gone?" Wang Song raised his voice. "Why? Why did she abort my grandson?"
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