Chapter 115: Can a slap of ten thousand bankrupt me?
Lin Yuan chuckled and agreed: "Yes, yes, it's because she made a mistake, so we want her to come to your old Peng family to work as a cow and a horse, and pay back everything we have owed you all these years."
In the TV series, Peng Jiahe deliberately changed into a lady's dress and waited for Liu Jing's return at the door of Liu Jing's house.
It's a pity that Liu Jing, who was holding her son's hand, ignored her gorgeously.
This made Peng Jiahe even more hostile to his biological mother.
But this is enough to show that she still longs for maternal love.
Peng Jiahe lowered his head slightly, bit his lip, and whispered: "That's not the case."
After all, Liu Jing is her biological mother. She just has some concerns, fearing that she will be rejected by her mother thousands of miles away again.
I felt a little sorry for my grandma and my deceased father just to recognize Liu Jing like this.
But she has a natural longing for the word mother in her heart.
The mood is so contradictory.
Lin Yuan unbuckled Peng Jiahe's seat belt, walked to the passenger door, held Peng Jiahe's little hand, gently took her out of the car, and said softly: "My cousin is here, I won't let you be wronged." ”
Peng Jiahe raised his head, looked into Lin Yuan's bright and warm eyes, and nodded obediently.
Her cousin was like a ray of light shining into her dark life.
She changed from a helpless orphan to a princess held in the palm of her hand.
As long as her cousin is by her side, she has nothing to fear.
“Dong dong dong~”
Lin Yuan took Peng Jiahe upstairs and knocked on Liu Jing's door.
After a while, the door slowly opened from the inside.
The person who opened the door was a middle-aged woman, Liu Jing. She was not very beautiful, but she was very attractive. After all, she could give birth to such a beautiful Peng Jiahe.
It's just that his complexion looks a little bad and he looks very tired.
Obviously, life has not been easy these years, and the new husband he has found is probably not as good as Peng Hai.
Peng Jiahe looked at Liu Jing who was so close, and his heart beat faster involuntarily.
"Who are you?"
Liu Jing looked at the unfamiliar man and woman in front of her with doubts in her eyes.
Peng Jiahe's originally anxious heart felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.
She thought that Liu Jing would look at her with tears in his eyes, full of guilt, or that he would be so excited that he could not control himself and hold her tightly in his arms.
But she never expected that Liu Jing would look at her with such strange eyes and ask who she was in such a distant tone.
Peng Jiahe bit her lower lip tightly, and a pale mark gradually appeared on her lips. She said in a cold voice: "There are mothers like this in the world who can't even recognize their own daughters."
When Liu Jing heard this, her face showed an expression of extreme surprise.
She looked carefully at the very beautiful little girl in front of her, as if trying to find traces of familiarity on her face.
After a while, she said hesitantly: "You...are you Jiahe?"
Peng Jiahe sneered, his voice full of gunpowder: "You can't recognize it? Or you don't dare to recognize it? Are there any benefits to pretending to be your daughter?"
"Jiahe, I didn't mean that..." A look of shame appeared on Liu Jing's face. She really didn't recognize Peng Jiahe, and she didn't expect that Peng Jiahe would come to her directly.
Lin Yuan comforted her gently: "It's understandable that I can't recognize you if I don't recognize you."
Liu Jing glanced at Lin Yuan gratefully, her eyes full of gratitude, and hurriedly said: "Jiahe is a big girl now. Mom didn't recognize her at first. Let's talk about it first."
Then he cast his sincere eyes on Peng Jiahe and called softly: "Jiahe."
Peng Jiahe reluctantly followed him in under the pull of Lin Yuan.
As soon as you enter the house, you can clearly feel the cramped and shabby interior.
The place where Liu Jing lives is very small and cramped, with a typical one-bedroom-one-living room layout. The old sofa and coffee table take up less than half of the living room.
There was also a little boy of five or six sitting on the sofa, chewing his fingers out of boredom.
"Sit down quickly."
As Liu Jing spoke, she hurriedly turned around and walked into the kitchen. After a while, she brought out two cups of steaming tea and placed them on the coffee table in front of them.
He found some candies from the room and said with a flattering tone: "Jiahe, there are some candies here, you can try them."
Afterwards, Liu Jing moved a slightly worn stool and slowly sat down opposite the two people.
Peng Jiahe was still a little resentful and didn't want to talk to Liu Jing at all.
The little boy on the side, on the other hand, his eyes lit up after seeing the candy. He picked up the candy and ate it with relish.
After Peng Jiahe entered the house and saw the little boy, he already knew in his heart that Liu Jing had a new child and a new family. No wonder he had never contacted him for so many years.
It's no wonder that grandma has Alzheimer's disease and hates this woman.
Seeing that Peng Jiahe was ignoring her, Liu Jing smiled awkwardly, then looked at Lin Yuan and asked, "I still don't know what your name is?"
"I am Jiahe's cousin, and now I am also Jiahe's guardian. Just call me Lin Yuan."
Liu Jing nodded repeatedly, with a trace of doubt and surprise in her eyes. She looked at Lin Yuan carefully and felt that Lin Yuan did not look like an ordinary person based on his conversation and dress.
"Hello, hello, I didn't know Peng Hai had relatives like you. I'm so sorry."
Lin Yuan simply explained: "Our two families have only regained contact in recent years. We had lost contact for a long time before. It is normal that you don't know me."
Liu Jing nodded slightly awkwardly. Of course she understood that the time Lin Yuan mentioned should be when she and Peng Hai had divorced.
"You must have heard about my cousin, right?"
Liu Jing nodded gently, hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Has his funeral been taken care of?"
Lin Yuan nodded: "Everything is done. If you want to visit him, I can leave you the address of the cemetery."
Liu Jing lowered her head slightly and said softly: "Thank you."
Lin Yuan looked at the little boy eating candy beside him and asked, "Is this your son?"
Liu Jing chuckled and responded: "Yes, it's time to go to school soon."
Lin Yuan pointed to the laptop on the coffee table, "With these recruitment information online, are you looking for a job?"
"Yes," Liu Jing smiled self-deprecatingly, with a deep sense of powerlessness in her voice, "You can see the conditions of our family. They are all supported by his father's dead wages.
Things are so expensive now that you have to spend money on food, clothing, and supplies.
This child is about to go to school. If this continues, he won't even be able to find a better and decent school. I have to help share the burden.
Alas, it is really difficult for housewives nowadays to find a job. ”
What he said not only showed how difficult his life was, but also tactfully hinted that he had no choice but to not take care of Jiahe for so many years.
Perhaps there is a third meaning. With the conditions of our family, we are unable to raise a child, and we cannot raise Peng Jiahe at all.
Listening to Liu Jing's complaints, Peng Jiahe glared at Liu Jing, his chest heaving violently, and asked:
"So so that he could find a job, what did you do for me? Even just a phone call? Am I not your biological child?"
Don't worry about scarcity but inequality.
They are all Liu Jing's children, why can't she treat them equally.
Perhaps in Liu Jing's heart, she didn't regard herself as her child at all.
The more Peng Jiahe thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt.
"Jiahe, mom is really in trouble..."
At this time, Liu Jing's husband also came back from get off work. When he saw two people sitting on the sofa, his eyes narrowed unconsciously.
Liu Jing quickly stood up and greeted her, pretending to smile casually: "You got off work so early today?" Liu Jing's husband ignored him, just raised his chin and asked Liu Jing towards the two people sitting on the sofa. Jing: "Who are they?"
"You...come in and I'll tell you."
Liu Jing's eyes flashed with uneasiness, and she took her husband's arm and returned to the bedroom.
After a while, a fierce quarrel came from the bedroom.
"What the hell is she? How old is she and why are you bringing her back to raise her?"
"Keep your voice down."
"Why are you so quiet? I'm as tired of raising you two as my grandchildren. Why should I raise your daughter who was born to someone else?"
"What are you yelling about?"
"Why can't you shout, you don't earn a penny, you eat and drink from me all day long, and now you have to bring outsiders into your home, you think better."
Liu Jing's husband had a bad temper, and Lin Yuan and Peng Jiahe could hear it clearly through the door.
Of course, maybe he said it loudly to the two people in the living room on purpose.
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Peng Jiahe's body trembled slightly. Although she had never thought about living with Liu Jing, how could she, a seventeen-year-old child, bear such harsh conversations with her own ears.
Lin Yuan took Peng Jiahe's little hand, squeezed it hard, and comforted him softly: "There is still me."
"Cousin~" Peng Jiahe raised his head, his eyes full of dependence and emotion, and called out softly.
Completely ignoring that this was Liu Jing's house, he directly kissed Lin Yuan on the side of his face.
After a while, the bedroom door opened, and Liu Jing and her husband came out.
Liu Jing's husband looked impatient and said unceremoniously: "I'm sorry, our family has no time to greet guests now, please go out."
Liu Jing was a little angry: "What are you doing? What are you doing?"
"Why can't I act rude? This is my home. I can do whatever I want."
Lin Yuan stood up and interrupted: "Stop, stop, stop, you two, I think you have misunderstood why I came here today."
Liu Jing's husband frowned: "Don't you come here just to give this child to us?"
Lin Yuan smiled disdainfully, "Jiahe will support you? Do you really dare to think, do you know how much the clothes Jiahe is wearing cost? You may not be able to save this amount even if you work for a year."
When Liu Jing's husband heard this, he looked at Liu Jing and his tone was no longer aggressive: "Then why are you here today?"
"I came here today just to take Jiahe to see you. Originally, I wanted to arrange a job for you and improve the conditions of your family, but now it seems that I have unnecessary trouble. Jiahe, let's go."
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Liu Jing hurriedly tugged on her husband's clothes and signaled her husband to come and stay with her eyes.
Liu Jing's husband quickly laughed with her: "I just sounded a little harsh. I apologize to you. Let's sit down and chat. Sit down and chat."
Liu Jing has been looking for a job for a long time, but has never found one. The family of three depends entirely on him for their expenses. If Liu Jing really has a suitable job, the burden on the family will be reduced a lot.
Lin Yuan held Peng Jiahe's young hand and sat down on the sofa again.
He didn't intend to sell it off, so he said directly: "Grandma who takes care of Jiahe gets 10,000 yuan a month."
"Ten thousand yuan! Really?" Liu Jing's husband looked excited.
Ten thousand yuan, more than he earns on his own.
As for taking care of Peng Jiahe's grandmother, he didn't mind at all. After all, Peng Hai was dead, and he wasn't worried about Liu Jing running away.
However, Liu Jing looked a little uncomfortable.
If there is a more tit-for-tat combination in this world than mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, it must be the ex-mother-in-law and ex-daughter-in-law.
I had offended Peng Hai's family so deeply, and now I went back to take care of my ex-mother-in-law, and I was not going to be targeted to death.
Lin Yuan just said lightly: "I don't have the habit of joking with people I don't know well. I'll give you two minutes, think about it and give me an answer."
Liu Jing's husband rushed to say: "No need to think about it, we agree."
Lin Yuan ignored him and looked at Liu Jing: "What do you mean?"
"I..."
Liu Jing was a little embarrassed. To be fair, the monthly salary of 10,000 yuan really made her very excited, but when she thought of facing her ex-mother-in-law, she felt a little scared and uneasy.
Liu Jing's husband was a little dissatisfied and urged: "What else do you have to hesitate about?"
Liu Jing bit her lip and looked extremely confused: "Will Jiahe's grandma agree to me taking care of her?"
Lin Yuan chuckled: "My aunt has Alzheimer's disease. Many people can't remember many things. As for whether I remember you, it's hard to say."
Liu Jing's husband offered advice: "Even if she says you are, you just have to deny it to her."
Liu Jing looked at her husband, then at her children, and finally made up her mind.
"I want to try."
"One day off a month, from 8 am to 8 pm. If necessary, I need to stay with you. Can you do it?"
Liu Jing took a deep breath and nodded firmly: "Yes."
When Liu Jing's husband heard this, his face suddenly burst into laughter, and he quickly stepped forward and asked, "How will you pay Liu Jing's salary when the time comes?"
Lin Yuan stretched out his hand to greet Liu Jing, "Take out your mobile phone."
Liu Jing took out her mobile phone, wondering why.
"Payment code."
"Oh."
Liu Jing hurriedly called up the payment code, and Lin Yuan directly scanned 10,000.
Liu Jing's cell phone rang with the crisp sound of coins falling to the ground. Liu Jing's husband came over to take a look and saw that Lin Yuan had transferred 10,000 yuan. Both of them looked happy.
"Go to work on time tomorrow. If you let me know that you are not taking good care of your aunt, I will make you spit out the money twice as much."
"No, no."
"No, no."
Liu Jing and her husband quickly expressed their assurances.
"Jiahe, let's go." Lin Yuan pulled Jiahe up and when he walked to the door, he suddenly smiled at Liu Jing's husband: "I still have a way to make money. I wonder if you are interested?"
"Thank you." Liu Jing's husband nodded and walked closer. He was completely different from the aggressive one just now.
"Let your sons go back to the house first."
Liu Jing's husband greeted: "Son, go back to the room."
When their son returned to the bedroom, Lin Yuan let go of Jiahe's hand and slapped him.
Liu Jing's husband was so stunned that he was knocked to the ground. One can imagine how hard Lin Yuan used his hands.
Liu Jing hurriedly knelt down to help her husband up, and looked at Lin Yuan in shock, but she did not dare to get angry at Lin Yuan after she had just received the money.
Liu Jing's husband covered his face and pointed at Lin Yuan angrily: "What are you doing?"
There was a deep chill on Lin Yuan's face: "Don't you want to make money? One slap is ten thousand, how many do you want to receive?"
At this time, Liu Jing and Liu Jing's husband woke up from a dream, and they realized that the seemingly gentle man in front of them was actually not an easy person. He was venting his anger on Peng Jiahe.
Both of them were intimidated by Lin Yuan's momentum and did not dare to speak.
He said in a cold voice with no expression on his face: "Next time you let me hear the words I don't want to hear from your mouth, I will only get hurt without money."
After saying that, he took Peng Jiahe's hand and left without looking back.
Perhaps from the perspective of Liu Jing's husband, there is nothing wrong with what he did, but his words were just too hurtful.
But why should Lin Yuan stand in his perspective.
(End of chapter)