Chapter 596 - 587: Auntie With a Bun Hairstyle

Chapter 596: Chapter 587: Auntie With a Bun Hairstyle

Today is Ding Qiang’s birthday, and it’s also the anniversary of his father’s death. In past years, a few of us would have gathered for a drink and a catch-up.

But with everything that’s happened this year, not only is Ding Qiang not in the mood, but none of us would arrange something like that.

Yet a simple "Happy Birthday" from him made Ding Qiang feel incredibly at ease. Not to mention, even he had forgotten today was his birthday.

At that moment, Ding Qiang’s eyes turned a little red.

Watching the car slowly disappear in the distance, he took a deep breath, his heart a mix of emotions. True friends are those who reach out to you in your hardest times.

Friends like this are too few, but thankfully, he had made a few. Even relatives might not do as much.

No one wants to grow up, but in the blink of an eye, the boys who once rode bicycles to the countryside are now driving cars.

It’s as if a white fog spread ahead; when you go in, you’re still a child, but coming out, you become them.

He thought he had grown up, but now thinking back, he realizes it wasn’t growing up, just being helpless.

Thinking of this, he glanced at his mom, who had some strands of gray hair, and clenched his fist. Although he wasn’t ready, he was now the roof, and he needed to shelter others from wind and rain.

"Mom, let’s go home, I’m hungry!"

"Alright, what do you want to eat, son? Ah, I just remembered, today is my son’s birthday, hurry up, let’s go, I’ll boil some eggs for you!"

"Okay, boil a few more!"

Let me be a child for one last day. Even though I know the grown-up world isn’t joyful, starting tomorrow, he has to grow up.

Until now, Ding Qiang vaguely understood one truth: University was the most free, relaxing, and perfect time for travel in his life. And it seemed he could no longer pursue those romantic ideals.

Engaging in a game duel is easy; if you can’t win, you can still surrender, but facing life’s duel is different. Even if you can’t win, you must persevere.

The jungler can help you a few times, but the jungler won’t stay permanently; that’s how it is.

On the other side, when Su Qing returned to Jiangcheng City, it was completely dark. He was driving leisurely and prioritizing safety.

He went straight back to Jiangming District, opened the door, and shouted: "Mom! Mom! Are you there~~"

"Why are you yelling, why are you yelling? Your mom’s not deaf, why scream so loud?" His mom, Zhou Hui, came out wearing slippers.

Just today, his mom had a completely different look, her hair curled in rolls, sort of like a landlady style, but... with some Hong Kong flair and even a bit of Xiangsheng city fashion.

"Curl... Curled Auntie?" Su Qing exclaimed, pointing at his mom.

Hearing this, his mom Zhou Hui immediately puffed out her chest, touched her golden-streaked hair, and laughed with her chin up: "How is it? Your mom is pretty fashionable, right? Let me tell you, just with this aura of mine, everyone in the downstairs game room does a double-take."

"Are you sure you don’t look like a shamat fashion victim?" Su Qing weakly said.

Upon hearing this, his mom glared at him: "What do you know? This is called fashion. Back in the day, your mom was a famous lady from ten miles around, with countless suitors, and... this hairstyle was the same as a famous female star’s back then. You know Zhou Huimin, right? She was my favorite, and we were just one character apart. When I was young, I was known as Little Zhou Huimin in our village!"

Su Qing: -_-|||

Wow, honestly, he never realized his mom could have such thick skin; is this what they call associative borrowing?

Nowadays, internet celebrities impersonating stars aren’t uncommon, like "Jiang City’s Daniel Wu" or "South City’s Peng Yuyan," but he didn’t expect that this trend existed in his mom’s era. Indeed, life is a cycle. Nothing else to say, just look at his mom’s style—big curls, a bun, and gold sparkles, with a touch of shamat flare. If his mom didn’t have a pretty high beauty quotient, it’d almost be overly rustic.

However, it’s understandable, as there are indeed older women in Jiang City who wear their hair in a bun, and quite a few at that. It’s his mom’s first time doing a bun, which lends her a bit of that old Hong Kong and Macao actress vibe.

"Alright, alright, fashion it is, super fashion it is. So, Mom, do we have food, can you fix me something? I’m starving!" Su Qing pleaded, rubbing his shrunken belly.

"We don’t. You don’t appreciate aesthetics, what food is there for you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a paper bag flew over and landed straight on the sofa, revealing two stacks of bills.

Zhou Hui: $_$

Then, his mom, as fast as lightning, snatched up the money. When she saw what was inside the paper bag, she exclaimed:

"So much money? Son, you’ve struck it rich... uh, actually, you already have."

Halfway through, Zhou Hui realized that her son had long been different from before. Although she knew her son was worth billions, it was all just numbers, not as shocking as the cash in front of her.

"The compensation for Ding Qiang’s dad came through, so he returned the money to me, a total of 300,000. Mom, think again, do we have food?" Su Qing asked, rolling his eyes.

"Of course we do... how could we not? Just wait, son, what do you like to eat? I’ll call your dad to come back and cook for you!"

Su Qing: ...

Honestly, his mom’s wisdom was truly astounding in its simplicity. You could say she’s savvy, but in major matters, she can’t make decisions, a typical housewife, yet her little maneuvers are numerous.

As the saying goes, "Save money, accomplish more; do things without spending; spend others’ money, do your own things," she’s very adept.

Isn’t that right? She took the money, but got old Su to do the work; truly remarkable.

In the end, Zhou Hui just heated up the leftovers for him, while Su Qing sat at the dining table eating.

Su He and her mom sat on the sofa happily counting money.

"Mom, one stack for you, one stack for me, Dad, one stack for you, one stack for me, my brother doesn’t want any, so two stacks for me, and finally, one more stack for me!"

As Su He rambled on, a pile of cash sat in front of her, making her mom, Zhou Hui, twitch with annoyance, itching to hit her.

Did I give birth to a daughter just to split my money? I have to say, it’s somewhat frustrating.

"Brother, you have ten million followers now, can’t you do a livestream?" Su He couldn’t help but ask.

Upon hearing this, Su Qing shot her a glare, "No way, get lost!"

"Come on, let’s discuss it?"

"Just say what you want!"

"Uh.. I’m just a bit short of a million followers, and I want to link up with you, you know..."

"Fine!"

"Really? That’s great!"

"Just give me fifty thousand!"

Su He: ???

"What are you looking at? Real brothers settle accounts clearly. With my current influence on opening a livestream, linking with you, don’t you need to pay? Not just you, when Dad borrowed money from me, there was a rule on the streets, thirteen percent interest, seeing as you haven’t graduated yet, I’ll give you a fifty percent discount, otherwise, I’d ask for a hundred thousand!"

"Mom~~ look at my brother~~"

Zhou Hui: "Uh... your brother is right!"

Su He: ...

It’s over, she’s no longer the little sweetie of the family, Mom has been bought by her brother’s money, Su He felt her future in this family was bleak.

Meanwhile, in a high-end district in West City, Jiangcheng City.

Zhang Chao was at home throwing things around noisily.

"Why should I go? I’m not going. Whoever wants to go can go. Asking me to apologize to that Su guy, no way!

What does he have over me, except for a bit of filthy money? What’s he showing off for!

Back in school, when I didn’t like him, I’d beat him up. Did he dare to say a word? Now I didn’t do anything wrong, yet I’m being told to apologize to him. Damn it!"

𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Zhang Chao cursed as he threw things, the living room was a complete mess, unrecognizable as a new apartment.

Today, his dad scolded him again, and he completely exploded.

And Ning Tong sat on a chair at a distance, feeling upset looking at her chaotic home.

Is this the person I chose? Why is it like this?

For the first time, she doubted her choice.

It wasn’t because of Su Qing’s appearance, but she used to think as long as she found someone rich, or from a wealthy family, life would be easy.

But now, with a baby on the way, the pressure has not only not lessened, but it’s even greater than most families.

The main issue is the man she chose. Logically, having graduated over a year ago, he should’ve matured, shouldn’t he?

Why is he still displaying such incapable fury, with minimal ability and a big temper, earning nothing, and still clashing with his family.

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but sigh, but after all, he is her husband, the father of the child in her womb, so she started persuading:

"Honey, actually, Dad didn’t mean anything else. Now the family business is being maliciously suppressed, losing money every day. We can’t ignore the finances, right?"

Hearing this, Zhang Chao glared fiercely and yelled, "What? Do you also want me to apologize to Su Qing? Do you want to see him crush me that badly? Answer me!!"

Zhang Chao kicked the coffee table, roaring, making Ning Tong jump in fright.

"Honey, I..."

"Enough, everyone’s scolding me, fine, go find that Su guy. I’ll leave, I’ll give you all space, alright!"

"You... you bastard!"

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