Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 622 - 621: The Survival Rules of the Shameless

"Is that all?"

"Just this."

"How is this even a thing? This isn’t anything!"

"Alright then, let’s wait till you settle this matter for me."

Ten minutes later, Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei, as if nothing had happened, pushed their bicycles, carrying a heap of luggage, and entered the gate of the Educated Youth Corps.

The Educated Youth Corps was bustling now, with Li Dahe, Uncle Guan, Wang Hong, Principal Wu, even Accountant Zhao sitting in his wheelchair, blocking the gate.

It would only be a meeting of the production team that could gather them so neatly together.

Accountant Zhao was the first to spot the pair, his eyebrows immediately furrowing as he whispered, "You two go to my place, your aunt has made food. This matter doesn’t need you two little bastards to intervene, the adults are here."

Wang Shumei’s family affairs were no secret, after all, when Wang Xiaoxiao returned with her, her arm was still in a cast, perhaps unknown to outsiders but very clear to those present.

Wang Shumei’s tightly wound heart suddenly warmed, her nose slightly sour.

She smiled and in a voice only audible to the three of them said, "Uncle Zhao, rest assured, we prepared before coming back."

Accountant Zhao still frowned, clearly disapproving of Wang Shumei personally stepping in to confront her own father.

In these matters, reasonable or not, it is always the children who end up being blamed.

He wanted to say something more, but Mr. Wang suddenly sprung up, his perpetually expressionless face managing to squeeze out a smile, "Shumei! You’re back! Your brother is starving!" Though he faced Wang Shumei, his eyes were fixed dead on the large luggage on the bicycle.

Wang Shumei glanced at the boy sitting in the yard.

He was no longer the little fat boy from before. In half a year, he hadn’t grown much taller, but had gotten much thinner, clearly having a tough time without his mother.

Seeing Wang Shumei return, he merely glanced at her, the eyes of the child that should have been bright and clear were only dark.

"My brother?" Wang Shumei scoffed, "Did Damin come? Where is he? I don’t see him."

Mr. Wang’s smile stiffened, and his right hand hanging by his side began to tremble.

Wang Hong suddenly rushed over, dragging him aside and pulling Wang Shumei and Lin Nianhe both behind her.

"What? You want to get violent?" Wang Hong glared at him and warned, "If you dare touch the kid, I’ll make sure you end up behind bars!"

Facing Wang Hong’s fiery eyes, Mr. Wang’s hand immediately stopped trembling.

He said, "I didn’t, I just haven’t seen my daughter in so long, I, I..."

"You can cut it out! Speak if you have something to say, or else get lost!" Wang Hong directly interrupted him.

Perhaps feeling that Wang Shumei was back, Mr. Wang finally stated his purpose:

"Shumei, your mom... your Aunt Chen is gone, and our house was taken back by the factory... Your brother and I have nowhere to go, so we could only come to you... Shumei, I am your father after all, and now that Aunt Chen is gone, you can’t just ignore me, right?"

"I won’t be a burden, I asked around on the way here, the factories in Lan County are hiring, even if I have to carry heavy loads, I won’t burden you, you just need to find a place for dad to stay..."

A long speech that was pitifully pleading.

Wang Shumei glanced sideways at Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe gave her a reassuring look, clearly meaning: Don’t worry, if he can find a job in Lan County, then I might as well have lived in vain.

Only then did Wang Shumei look towards Mr. Wang, asking what really piqued her curiosity: "Chen Daya is dead?"

"Ah? Ah yes, dead, died in prison." Mr. Wang’s eyes looking at Wang Shumei were complex, "She was gnawed on by rats, said it was some disease... I don’t know, anyway, she’s dead."

Anyway, she’s dead.

Light words, flipped over a decade of marital affection.

Perhaps, in his eyes, Chen Daya was just someone to wash his clothes and cook for him.

With her, his life was much easier; without her, there’d still be Chen Erya, Chen Sanya...

Wang Shumei didn’t think anything of Chen Daya’s death.

Come to think of it, at least eighty percent of Chen Daya’s death was her own fault.

If she hadn’t stolen the manhole cover to sell for money, Lin Nianhe wouldn’t have had the opportunity to execute his harmful idea to get her into the sewer;

If she didn’t grab a kitchen knife when she went after the "little bastard" who smashed the windows, even if she fell into the sewer, at most she would have injured her leg, not wound her own shoulder with a cut;

If not for the above incidents, she wouldn’t have passed out, and the rats wouldn’t have been attracted to the smell of blood and bitten her...

Mr. Wang wouldn’t think about these things, he just looked pitiful, staring deathly at Wang Shumei.

"Eh? Died in prison?" Lin Nianhe suddenly peeks his head out from behind Wang Hong, "I’ve always had a question, if a prisoner dies during their sentence, should their ashes continue serving the sentence? Though the dead are respected, after all, the law is supreme!"

Everyone: "..."

Although Lin Nianhe’s question was absurd, they actually wanted to know too!

The oppressive atmosphere Mr. Wang had painstakingly created was shattered by Lin Nianhe’s remark.

He opened his mouth, probably because he wasn’t used to speaking, he didn’t know how to respond for a moment.

He didn’t know what to say, but Lin Nianhe did.

"Hehe, I was just asking, no need to think about it, it’s impossible... But with such a criminal mother, your son can forget about joining the army in the future, quite a sad story."

"..."

"But why did they take your house after your wife died? She couldn’t have been killed by you in prison, it’s got nothing to do with you."

"..."

"Uncle, why aren’t you laughing? Is something bothering you?"

"..."

Mr. Wang couldn’t muster a smile, and everyone else was holding back laughter until their shoulders shook.

Mr. Wang’s lips quivered, silent, but Lin Nianhe felt his swearing was filthy.

Why would the house be taken away?

She didn’t have to think to know, it must be thanks to Factory Director Wang!

Mr. Wang, stunned by Lin Nianhe, couldn’t utter a word; after staring blankly for a while, he realized he didn’t have to engage with this girl and looked again at Wang Shumei.

Before he could speak, Wang Shumei directly said: "I’m just an Educated Youth, no house, not a single plot of land, I live at the Educated Youth Corps, where am I supposed to get you a house?"

Mr. Wang was contradicted again, but this time by his own daughter whom he had seen grow up, so he bluntly said, "Well, I have nowhere to go now, you’re my daughter, who else would I turn to?"

"Ha!"

Wang Shumei burst into laughter from frustration.

Now he remembers he has a daughter!

Just then, several figures sauntered over.

The one in the front walked with a limp, while the others centered around him, fluttering by.

"Wang Shumei, when will you finally repay the money you owe me?"

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