No one can disturb my retirement life in the Red Mansion

Chapter 1063 I Returned

"Yes, for 92 months, I still have to transfer money to the bank every month. I really trouble you two to take care of it. I have to accept this favor." Jin Zimo still had a gentle smile on his face, stretched out his slender fingers, and tapped the table lightly, "Since I was years old, I have not received pocket money from you two. Do you remember when I started to provide you with household expenses?"

Mr. and Mrs. Jin don’t remember, but they remember that one year, their young son gave them a bank card and said that he would deposit one-third of his income into the bank card every month for their household expenses. To be honest, they were a little touched that day and felt that their son was really sensible. But when? They can’t remember it. However, they still check the numbers in the bank card every month. The amount of money fluctuates, which means that it is one-third of his income according to what he said. Later, the amount increased, which can also prove that he is becoming more and more successful.

"So, that's what you returned to us?" Director Jin finally understood that he couldn't return his 9,200 yuan pocket money. He figured it out after he turned eighteen, so he had been trying hard to draw a clear line between himself and them.

"Zikui went to Beijing to study, and I asked him to give you the bank card. As of June this year, it has been 184 months, and I have paid it back for 15 years!" Jin Zimo breathed a long sigh of relief, "In these years, what I gave you is one third of my total income."

Mr. and Mrs. Jin were stunned again. They had forgotten that the person who gave them the card was not their son, but Ou Zikui. However, after being reminded, they remembered that Zikui gave them the card without saying a word. He just bowed to them and ran away. After so many years, they subconsciously replaced Zimo with the card.

Jin Ziying went to get the file bag, and her heart was trembling. Yes, the kind of real, physical trembling that she could understand and feel.

She was sure that if Jin Zimo dared to say so, it must be true. So the so-called sacrifices made by his parents over the years were only eight years, less than 100 yuan in pocket money, and eight Hero pens, the most expensive of which was no more than yuan. What's the point? If we go to court, we will be laughed at. In your heart, your son is only worth yuan a month?
However, Mr. Jin obviously didn't want his daughter to see it, so he quickly took a picture of the file bag.

Jin Zimo didn't care, but continued calmly, "I have gifts for all three of you on your birthdays. I will treat you all to dinner on your birthdays and the three major festivals as long as I'm in Beijing. I will provide emotional value and accompany you to your company's annual meetings and year-end parties, without even asking for clothing expenses. Of course, this is definitely not enough to repay you for giving birth to me, so I still have to say thank you!"

After that, Jin Zimo stood up and bowed deeply to Mr. and Mrs. Jin. He was polite and proper, but of course, at this moment, the slap mark on his face was even more glaring.

"We gave you eight years, so you gave us fifteen years. You wanted to say that you didn't owe us anything. Now, you've been talking for a long time just to make us embarrassed to pay the childbirth expenses." Director Jin was so angry that his whole body was shaking.

Just now he thought Jin Zimo was forcing him to give him the company's shares, or to establish his position as the successor. But now it was obvious that he just wanted to draw a line.

Over the years, Jin Zimo has been very polite. He refused living expenses since he was 18. Before he graduated from college, he would put household expenses on that card every month. Although it was not much at the beginning, as his income increased, the amount became larger and larger. This also showed that he was becoming more and more successful.

"Of course, I am very grateful for giving birth to me." He did not sit down, but lowered his head again, "I still say that I can't repay you. You can discuss it and notify me in writing. I will try my best to meet your request within the possible scope." "So if we don't come today, and in June, you will also draw a clear line with us?" Mrs. Jin lowered her head and said faintly.

"Yes, I am planning to receive a formal lawyer's letter in June this year." Jin Zimo said easily. He had to go through this anyway. Better early than late!
"By the way, don't be so rude to barge into Zikui's house in the future. He has mysophobia. He won't come back for two days after you come. Also, don't disturb my mother. She is going to retire. She has never done a bad thing in her life. Anyone who dares to interfere with her retirement life will bear the consequences."

Jin Zimo smiled faintly, looked at them, and spoke the coldest words in the gentlest tone.

"Lawyer Jin, even if you feel that we owe you a lot over the years, they are your parents after all. You don't know how proud your parents are every time they talk about you. And..." Jin Ziying looked at her parents. She was different from Zimo. She grew up with her parents, so she couldn't believe that her parents only gave that little. But seeing her parents so angry and sad, she couldn't stand by and watch. She believed that her parents loved her eldest brother and that he was their pride. She understood this better than anyone else. She felt that at this time, it couldn't be measured by money.

"Thank you!" Jin Zimo was too lazy to listen. He stood up, thanked politely, and left. He didn't want to listen. He just stood up and didn't plan to sit down. He just didn't want to socialize.

"How could this happen? How could this happen? Everything was fine during the Chinese New Year." Mrs. Jin covered her face and cried bitterly, "I thought he had forgiven us a long time ago."

"This is an ungrateful person!" President Jin slammed the table angrily again.

Sister Li stretched her head to take a look, then shrank back. Anyway, this is Zikui's house. There is a two-bedroom apartment next door, which is said to be prepared for the old lady. Usually when outsiders come to the house, he will stay there for two days and come back only after the house is fully disinfected. So, at this moment, Director Jin smashed everything on the table, but they didn't care.

The living room of Zikui's house is in a Nordic minimalist style of black, white and gray. It's not that he likes this style, but he loves cleanliness. This is the most intuitive way for him to reflect his understanding of cleanliness. There is nothing there, so it is easy to clean.

Jin Ziying stroked her mother, also looking angry, but helpless. So, the Jin family didn't stay for a while and had to leave. Because there was no point in staying any longer.

They knew Zimo's house was on the third floor, but they didn't have the password or fingerprints, and they didn't even remember going in. Because Zimo had never invited them. When he invited them to dinner, he just asked them to go out. Now that I think about it, the relationship between my son and them was just a customer-like courtesy. Before, I just thought that they had never been able to live together and missed the opportunity to cultivate feelings. But now it seems that it's not the case. My son has never thought about cultivating feelings with them.

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