No one can disturb my retirement life in the Red Mansion

Chapter 1099 Returning to the old place
After being discharged from the hospital, Bai Feifei went on vacation with Ou Mengmeng, her mother and grandmother as planned. She didn't care about the rumors outside. Anyway, she had specially set aside a few months to accompany Ou Mengmeng, and it was just right to use them.

Jin Zimo finally received a ruling to dissolve his relationship with the Jin family. He no longer had any ties to the Jin family.

Bai Dad and Zikui stayed with Zimo all the time. The old man hugged Zimo gently. At this time, he must have been feeling very uncomfortable.

"Let's talk?" At this time, Director Jin was standing at the door of the court. Just now in the court, no one from the Jin family showed up, but now the real owner was outside the door.

Dad Bai pulled Zikui away and smiled at Zimo.

Director Jin turned his head to look at Bai's father, but soon turned his gaze to Gao Da. He had to look up at his son. However, he was no longer his son.

Outside the door was an ordinary Volkswagen sedan that looked very old and had a manual transmission. There was no driver, so Mr. Jin looked at his son and asked, "Can you drive?"

“No.” Jin Zimo shook his head. When he bought his first car, there were not many manual transmission ones.

"What a noble young man." Director Jin sneered, got into the car, started it, drove back to the old city, found a random place to stop, pointed to the old neighborhood in front, and said, "Do you know him?"

"I worked at the police station in front until I was six years old." Jin Zimo pointed to a building with a blue sign not far away.

Director Jin choked and pointed at the bungalows on both sides. "Look at the houses here. Your mother and I crawled out of places like this. Unlike the Ou family, the old couple are professors and their daughter can study all the way to a master's degree. In our era, being able to study for a master's degree, do you know what that means?"

"What does it have to do with you? They are willing to support their children to study, and they didn't ask you to do it. You can't say that because they are rich, they raised me and supported me to study for a doctorate, so it is their duty, right? You rob the rich to help the poor, why don't you throw my son to Mr. Ma's house or the police station?" Jin Zimo was so angry that he laughed, looking at him, "Don't you think that if my mother didn't exist, I would be like the Buddha when I was born, 'pointing to the sky with one hand and the earth with the other, walking seven steps around, looking around and saying: 'I am the only one who is respected in heaven and on earth.'"

"The girl from the Bai family has not been trained." Director Jin snorted. He did not understand what his son said. He just felt that his son relied on himself for everything, and of course, it also depended on him. If he had not been so cruel as to let the Ou family take care of him and go to the capital with him, he would not have been so capable. Now he regretted it. If he had known earlier, he would have nothing without achievements, but at least he still had his son.

"She was able to support herself at the age of 18. When you were 18, you were not as capable as her." Jin Zimo sneered. He stopped and looked at Director Jin, "What do you want to tell me? The verdict has been made. I promise that I don't want a penny of your money. I have given you and your wife 4 million over the years, which is enough for your retirement. Look, without giving a penny, the child has grown up on his own. He has studied and can give you money, so you should be content! If I don't give you a penny, you won't win this lawsuit."

"Do you really hate us so much?" Mr. Jin looked up at his son.

"I really have no resentment, I just don't want to have anything to do with you." He still sighed softly.

"Now that you don't have the Jin family anymore, will they still want you? Maybe they will. You are already a big lawyer, and you made your own money. In the future, will your adoptive mother say that she took it for granted?" Director Jin was a little angry. "My money, I am filial to my mother, do you have any objection?" Jin Zimo was speechless. He saw a small shop selling steamed dumplings, and waved at the uncle, "Fourth Uncle."

"Mo, you're back?" The old man smiled and took a plastic bag, neatly poured a basket of steamed buns into it, stuffed it into his hand, and then called other customers. The familiar customers next to him also greeted Zimo. Zimo really knew everyone. He took a bun and took a bite carefully, sucked the soup, blew on the bun, and carefully packed it in one bite.

"Uncle Four, it has remained the same for thirty years, that's amazing."

"Isn't it great? I tell you, even if you get a doctorate, you can't change it." Fourth uncle was very proud. "By the way, last time you brought your sister to take a photo with me and asked me to hang it at the door, my girl said, that's a big star, you kid ruined me."

"What can I do to you? You treated my sister to buns, and did she say they were delicious? She took a photo with you and agreed to let you hang up. What are you afraid of?" Zimo laughed.

"No, I can't handle it alone. If it really becomes an online celebrity store, I'll be exhausted. No, it's good this way." Fourth Uncle waved his hand and took the buns for people swiftly. The store was very small, just enough for one person to turn around. On one side was an electric steamer with three holes on it, and a row of old-fashioned bamboo steamers were placed neatly. On the other side was a chopping board. If someone wanted to buy buns, he would take them. When no one was around, he would make them. He was busy and satisfied looking after a small store by himself.

Zimo chatted with him for a few words, and when he wasn't paying attention, he scanned the code to pay. After being scolded by the uncle, he walked around the old street with a smile. He greeted people on both sides of the street as if he was back home. When he walked into the police station, he even recognized the new policemen, and the first thing they said was "Zimo is back."

Generally speaking, the subdistrict office and the police station are located in the same courtyard. It took Zimo almost an hour to go there and greet them. When he came out, he remembered that he had just come with Director Jin. When he walked outside the police station, he saw the old man standing at the door.

"There's a new coffee shop in front, let's go sit down." Zimo looked around and pointed to a coffee shop. The old man took him back to the old street on purpose, probably because he had something to discuss with him, and it didn't seem good to leave him alone like this.

"That's your cousin's business, and the house is grandpa's old house." Director Jin looked back and took a deep breath. He didn't believe it, and his son didn't know.

"Oh, sorry." Jin Zimo really didn't know. He looked back at the police station and then at the coffee shop. "It's really close. So don't tell me that they have been secretly observing us. Do you believe you can get the wool from the police station and the street office?"

"They didn't want to have a child under our names. We were only 18 or 19 at the time. Who knew if we could be together? If we really had a child, our lives would be ruined." Director Jin pursed his lips. This was the consensus of both parents. They were young and ignorant. Why did they have a child? Originally, both parties stayed and talked together to find a solution. But the two young people ran away and left the child to their parents. What should they do? Like the Jin family, Director Jin has an older brother. Naturally, our family is not short of children. We don't need to be controlled by you.

"What about when I was six? You were married then, right? Why didn't you let me register my household registration? The police station only let you register my name so that I could have a place to settle down. Before that, I was an illegal resident."

Well, from now on, I'm on vacation. Haha!