Volume 2: Young Miracle Chapter 67 Time Flies Like Water, Beauty Enchants

  Ye Lian's sneak attack was thoroughly repelled by Zuo Yu Xi, and San Feng Yi Gan was struck down. The car window slowly rose, and just as it was about to close, Zuo Yu Xi smiled slyly, her enchanting voice coming from the gap: "This doesn't count as a truly great achievement, oh?"

  Aoyama disappeared into the distance, leaving behind a black silhouette in the dark night. Weng stroked his chin and struck a classic Aristotle pose, muttering to himself: "What if that's when the great mission is truly accomplished?"

  The two of them were together for no more than five minutes from the moment they met until they parted ways. However, Zuo Yu Xi drove all the way from Di Yuan Flower Garden, crossing half of Qing Zhou, taking advantage of the dense night to rush here in over an hour, stopping at a corner where no one would notice, waiting for Wen Qian's return.

  There are two things to say, once because of drunkenness, the name of the horse was whipped, only fearing that too much emotion would burden a beautiful person. Zuo Yu Xi came this time, one is to let An Bao Qing enter the bureau without permission; one is not at ease with Wen Chen facing Liu Tian Lai alone, and can only be at ease after coming to see for himself.

  Either one of them would move Wen's heart and evoke a sense of warmth.

  Time flies like water, and beautiful people are charming. These are the two things in the world that cannot be wasted. It's so lucky to have both! Being able to return to the era of fluttering white clothes and having several beauties accompanying you, chatting and laughing together.

  With these, what is there to fear about the distant and immeasurable future?

  With palms facing downwards, slap the buttocks. A loud slapping sound is heard, and a soft singing follows: "The endless blood of heroes, the countless heads of enemies, who can be my opponent in this world? The unending songs of farewell, the wine in the cup that cannot be finished, ah, yesterday's young man has become today's white-haired old man.

  Humming a tune from his past life that he didn't know where he heard it from, the bright moon shone through the night sky and hung upside down at the horizon, casting a long shadow behind him.

  She opened the door and entered the house, quietly taking off her shoes, afraid of making any noise. As she walked to the middle of the room, the master bedroom door suddenly opened. Ding Mei came out yawning and asked: "Why are you back so late? Where did you go?"

  "Wen Cheng exclaimed in surprise: 'You haven't slept till now, just waiting for me?'"

  Ding Mei reached out and neatly pinched his ear, walking towards the living room. As they walked, she scolded: "Catch you? I not only caught you, but today I'll also interrogate you! Tell me, what have you been sneaking around for every day?"

  Pinching the earlobe has become Ding Mei's signature move, but since she learned it, she has been able to accurately pinch the spot three inches below the earlobe from any angle and distance, transcending space and time. With a slight effort, she would gently rotate her wrist, and immediately render her opponent powerless, leaving them at her mercy.

  "Ouch! Ouch! Mom, if you pinch me again, I'll run away from home!"

  Ding Mo burst out laughing and was not fooled by Wen Qian's little trick at all, directly starting to interrogate: "Tell me, where did you go tonight?"

  His beady eyes darted back and forth as he thought of an excuse. Ding Mei, who was standing beside him, wasn't in a hurry either, with a cold smile on her face, waiting for the perfect moment to expose his lies. "Uh-huh, that's right, I went to my teacher's house for extra lessons, and had dinner there. Mom, you don't know, their cooking is especially delicious, just that one dish of garlic stir-fried wood ear mushrooms was really...

  "Which teacher?"

  "Mom, didn't you just wake up? How come your IQ is so much higher than usual?"

  After three months of tempering, Ding Mei had already accepted her son's strange way of speaking. Compared to his previous dullness and weakness, he was now a completely different person. However, such a change was more than she could have asked for, at least the relationship between father and son had improved a lot, sometimes they would even see them huddled together whispering about something, when they saw her, they would pretend to be nonchalant. Hmph, do you think I didn't notice? Too lazy to bother with you two!

  Ding Meng smiled coldly. Piercing through the phenomenon and grasping the essence, he said, "Which teacher?"

  "Xi Ya Jing, Teacher Xi, is a very good person, and he gave me free chemistry tutoring." Wen Xiang told lies with a straight face.

  Ding Mei hummed, pulled open the drawer of the small sandalwood cabinet with a fixed phone, and took out a black pocket notebook. She flipped through it. Wen Jian stuttered, almost choking on her words, pointing at Ding Mei: "You're not... what are you doing with the phone book? Teacher Si's home doesn't have a phone, she's just a middle school teacher. It can't be installed!"

  "Can't afford it? Let me see if there is one. Hmm, her boyfriend is at the post office, can't even afford a phone?" Ding Mei seemed to have found a number and started dialing.

  Wen Cheng was really frightened, and rushed to grab the phone book. On that page, it was written: Si Ya Jing, chemistry teacher, lover Pan Guo Fei, all at the power bureau. The home phone number was listed behind. Wen Cheng's heart racing with fear, flipped over to the next page, fortunately. This page was the language teacher, only listing the home address. Just as she was about to continue looking, Ding Mei snatched the compact book from her hand, and said smugly: "How's that? I've done a pretty good job as a mom, haven't I? I have all eight teachers' information in your class."

  Wen Jian was about to go crazy, looking at Ding Mei and didn't know what to say. After a while, he finally asked: "Where did you get this from? It's so detailed!"

  Ding Mei laughed and said: "I have a sister's lover working in the Education Bureau, I've asked him many times, only got it yesterday. Son, this is me caring about your growth, getting along well with your teacher will definitely be beneficial."

  "In the past, teachers would proactively give each parent a copy of their mobile phone number. In this era, it's more subtle - you have to ask the teacher in person for their home address, and the usual response is 'We'll take good care of your child, no need to ask where we live.' As for landlines, most teachers can't afford them, and occasionally when a few do install phones, they're hard to get through."

  So Wen Cen remembered that time Siya Jing mentioned about making up for lost lessons. He thought of bluffing a bit, to fool his mom. Ding Mei's personality was very careless and didn't have any schemes in Wen Cen's opinion. It was relatively easy to fool her, but he didn't expect the greatness of motherly love! It surpassed all tricks and plots!

  Isn't this bullying? If I had known there was such a secret weapon earlier, telling a misleading lie would be better than attending supplementary classes!

  Wen Qian smiled and said, "Mom, there are many ways to care about me, like sending a chicken every day." Ding Mei seemed to be in high spirits tonight, coughing, and was about to make a phone call. Wen Qian pleaded, "It's so late, everyone is asleep, can't we call tomorrow?"

  "Who knows if I'll still remember this tomorrow? No way, you've been coming home late recently and not even doing your homework. I have to figure out where you're going! Let me tell you, if you dare to lie to me, humph. Don't think that just because you're older I won't spank you!"

  Wen Cheng stared blankly at the phone as it rang, feeling helpless. From young to old, Ding Mei was the one who spoiled him the most, but she was also the only one who could discipline him. When Wen Cheng tried to reason with her, she would act spoiled, and when he acted spoiled back, she would be even more so - it was a case of "one object subduing another"!

  "Hello, is this Teacher Si? Sorry to disturb you so late. I'm Wen Qian's parent, yes, I'm his mother. He came home and said that you've been tutoring him for the past few days, thank you so much!"

  Wen Qian lay on Ding Mei's back, perking up her ears to listen to the voice on the phone. Si Ya Jing paused for a moment, seemingly able to hear suppressed laughter coming from the receiver, the soft and beautiful voice was like music to her ears. The crisp sound of "Ding Dong" came through: "Hmm, nothing much, Wen Qian is smart and diligent, she'll definitely get into a good university in the future, I'm just putting my mind at ease, you don't have to be polite."

  Wen Qian let out a sigh of relief, Teacher Sī, you're really kind, I promise not to burn your skirt again during experiments.

  Ding Meng hung up the phone, scratching her head in confusion. With her absolute understanding of Wen Qian, she knew that his tone was off just now and he must have been lying. But Teacher would not help him cover it up, this kid really was a lost cause?

  "Good son. You have ambition! Study hard, and in the future, you must get into a good university, graduate and become a high-ranking official to help Mom arrange a good job for her. Don't be like your dad, who is useless and makes me suffer at the agricultural machinery factory."

  Wen Qian cried and laughed, saying: "When I become a high-ranking official, you can enjoy the blessings, why do you still work? And mom, can't you stop dragging my dad into everything?" In fact, the trouble at the agricultural machinery factory was all caused by Wen Qian, but Wen Huaming took the blame. He was scolded by Ding Mei until he was miserable!

  Ding Mei muttered a few more sentences, then suddenly remembered something and said: "This afternoon, several people went to your Uncle Li's store to make trouble, saying that they drank the green river bean milkshake and got diarrhea. They also vomited. They want Victory to compensate for their medical expenses, and if not, they say they will go to the TV station to expose something."

  As long as it wasn't a direct confrontation with Ding Mei, Wen Jian was much calmer and asked, "Hmm, what's going on?"

  They are just a few hooligans on the street, who don't know how to see that the soy milk shop is doing well and want to take advantage of it. I heard from Shengli that when he used to run a restaurant, there were often people like this causing trouble. But this time they caused more serious trouble. When they left, they even threatened that if they didn't get compensation, they would make sure the shop couldn't operate. This is always the atmosphere in Qingyuan's streets, everyone sees it as normal. If you open a shop and don't have hooligans causing trouble, it means your business isn't good enough.

  This theory is actually common in many industries!

  "Hmm? Don't worry, mom. Wen Ze comforted Ding Mei casually. But in his heart, he was thinking: Is this accidental or inevitable? If it's just like Ding Mei said, coming to stir up trouble, then it's a small matter; but if it's intentional, then it's very likely that Wei Gang is behind it."

  Qinghe Doujiang had been advertised by Xu Fuyan before, and departments such as industry and commerce, taxation, and health would not come to the store to make trouble unless they were blind, so Wen Qian did not take Wei Gang's threat of closing the doujiang shop seriously. Unexpectedly, this guy used such a despicable trick.

  This is a small matter, whether it's Liu Tianlai or An Baqing, they are all experts in handling such things. A phone call can make those little rascals kneel at the door and apologize, which is not difficult.

  What's all this about? This time, I must get your dad to find someone to help us win. Forget it, there's no use talking to you kids about these things. However, there is something interesting - during this period of time, every afternoon around 5 o'clock, a very pretty little girl comes to the soy milk shop to help out, taking care of customers, collecting money, carrying plates, sweeping the floor and doing all sorts of tasks quickly and efficiently. She only stays for over an hour before leaving. I've only seen her a few times when I go there sometimes. But that little girl is really beautiful, just like someone on TV. I asked your Uncle Li about it, and he said she's the child of a friend who came to work hard and learn, to experience life, but no matter how I look at it, it doesn't seem that way.

  A cold sweat broke out on Wen Qian's forehead, who was this?

  The words in parentheses are free of charge. The content of the article is written as it goes, and I won't deliberately deduct the word count. Each chapter will generally have an extra 100-200 words or so.

  Today was a bit busy at work, no time during the day, came back at 6 pm and wrote until now to finish one chapter. I write slowly, it's terrible, 3,000 words usually take around four hours, please forgive me. It will be a bit late, should be after midnight, if you're not a night owl, don't have to wait, thank you!