The father and son came over.
Xiao Zheng coughed and said, "Then let Xiaoyuer Jingcheng accompany you."
An Huan was stunned for a moment. "No, he still has to go to school. How can he skip classes just after entering junior high school?"
"I'm not skipping class. I'm asking for leave for him." Xiao Zheng leaned close to An Huan's ear and whispered, "If you don't care, I won't have time to take care of him. He's so lonely. Sometimes he even cries in his arms at night. I miss you so much."
An Huan was touched and looked at her son. Xiao Yuer was looking at her eagerly.
"Well..." An Huan sighed, "Okay, then I'll stay for a week."
Xiao Yuer cheered happily and exchanged glances with his father.
They said they were only staying for a week, but when the time came, Xiaoyuer refused to go back and just stayed put. Finally, there was no other way, so when Sixian was out of confinement, Anhua took him home and dropped him off at school.
Then, An Huan had a serious talk with Xiao Yuer.
"You're almost thirteen, not a baby anymore. How can you be so attached to your mother? You need to learn to be independent and live on your own. Sooner or later, you'll be separated from your mother."
Xiao Yu'er felt very wronged. After staying in Beijing for a week, he originally planned to return to the provincial capital, but his father wouldn't let him! He insisted that he stay with his mother and pester her to come home early.
But thinking of the benefits his father promised...Xiao Yuer chose to take the blame alone.
"I know, Mom..."
Xiaoyuer may be slow in development. His voice hasn't started to change yet, and his height hasn't grown. He looks like a fair and tender elementary school kid.
He has always been sensible, and An Huan didn't have the heart to say anything more to him. She patted his head and said, "Okay, let's play."
Xiao Yuer left, walked to the study, and called out, "Dad."
Xiao Zheng sat behind the desk, reading a book in his hand.
"Dad, I brought Mom back early. Isn't it time to fulfill your promise to me?"
"Don't make noise, I'm reading."
"...You're holding the book upside down."
Xiao Zheng touched his nose awkwardly, put the book down, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and said in a deep voice:
"Um...ah...you completed the task your father assigned you very well. You deserve praise. Keep up the good work...But when we do things, we can't just think about what we get. That's too much, right? This..."
Xiao Yuer interrupted, "Dad, don't you want to give me money? This won't do. We agreed that if I bring Mom back early, you'll give me a hundred dollars."
Xiao Zheng's eyes widened. "Oh, that's right. I didn't realize it. You're just a kid. What do you need so much money for?"
Xiao Yuer was speechless. His father was really good at avoiding the question.
"What else can money do? Of course, it's good for you."
"Where do you have so much money?"
"I have my own circle of friends, and socializing and stuff like that requires money. Also, when I go out with Yangyang, Qingqing, and the others, I can't ask the girls to pay. That's called gentlemanly behavior."
"Hey, you little brat, it turns out that all your change is on this little girl, you're amazing..." Xiao Zheng was a little stunned. Who did the little one follow? He and his wife were not the ones who liked her!
"Dad, stop talking and give me the money!" Xiao Yuer stretched out his palm.
Xiao Zheng coughed lightly, "Well..."
Xiao Yuer frowned, "Dad, I know you don't care about money, but don't you even have a hundred yuan in your pocket?"
"You're so arrogant!" Xiao Zheng said fiercely, "Is one hundred yuan too little?"
"It's not much anyway." Xiao Yu'er calculated, "Pork is two yuan and fifty cents a pound, so a hundred yuan can only buy forty pounds of pork."
"Do you know how much pork costs per pound?"
"I heard it from Sister Yang Tao."
Xiao Zhengshi couldn't bear to look at his son's suspicious eyes and said, "I know, I know. I'll give it to you tomorrow."
"We have to wait until tomorrow..." Xiao Yu'er muttered. Facing his father's fierce gaze, he could only reluctantly say, "Okay then."
Will his dad have a hundred yuan tomorrow? Xiao Yuer was curious, where was his dad going to get the hundred yuan from?
Xiao Zheng didn't have a penny on him, and he had no place to earn money. He didn't have to worry about food, clothing, housing, and transportation. His wife bought him a pack of cigarettes every two weeks. When he went out, he was always accompanied by a secretary or a security guard, so he didn't need to carry any money in his pocket.
Worrying about having no money was a thing of the past when he was a child, and Xiao Zheng had almost forgotten that feeling.
I’m so old, but I got to experience it again.
Seeing that Xiao Yuer was urging him, Xiao Zheng had no choice but to turn his attention to the people around him.
"Sir, just sign here."
After Xiao Zheng signed the document, he glanced at Secretary Qiao and called out, "Xiao Qiao..."
"Chief, what's going on?"
"Lend me a hundred dollars."
Secretary Qiao was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted. He pulled out some money and counted it. "I only have... a little over 40 yuan. Is it urgent? I'll go out and ask them."
Xiao Zheng waved his hand and said, "Don't say I borrowed it."
"I know!"
Secretary Qiao thought to himself, how could he not have this kind of common sense?
Soon, Secretary Qiao came in and handed Xiao Zheng a handful of money.
Xiao Zheng didn't count them, but just asked, "Did you count correctly?" After getting the answer, he put them in his pocket and said, "I'll give them back to you in a few days."
"It's okay, Chief, just use it." Secretary Qiao said panicked.
Xiao Zheng returned and gave the money to Xiao Yu'er. Seeing Xiao Yu'er's surprised look, he said smugly, "What kind of look is that? Will Dad refuse to pay me?"
Xiao Yuer shook his head and asked again, "Dad, is this money you want from Mom?"
"Can I ask her for this money?" Xiao Zheng impatiently sent the child away. "Just get the money, why are you asking so many nonsense questions? Besides, who am I, your father? Would I be troubled by a hundred yuan?"
However, even if Xiaoyuer's problem is solved, how is he going to pay back Secretary Qiao?
Xiao Zheng scratched his scalp in worry.
A hundred dollars can really make a hero fail!
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