Dr. Chung’s 90s

Chapter 46
Song Bingkun's words not only made Zhou Qin grit his teeth, but Song Congchun also looked deeply hit.

He is young and does not have much desire for money, but he has expectations for this father's love.

He should have a share of everything in the family, and he is not greedy, nor does he act like a lion just because he is younger than his brothers and sisters.

What's more, in the situation just now, if his father had any sense, he shouldn't take it out on him.

Song Congchun's rebellious spirit suddenly rose. He sneered and asked coldly:
"Why don't I have a share? Could it be that I was brought here from my ex-husband's house by my mother just like my sister? Isn't my surname Song?"

Song Bingkun was stunned by his questioning, as if he didn't understand why his little son, who had always been obedient, became rebellious.

Zhou Qin was also confused by his son's sudden questioning. He had always been sensible and considerate.

In the past, Song Congchun would never speak casually on such an occasion. Was her son's heart also hurt?
Zhou Qin was in a daze and blamed herself. She no longer recognized the man in front of her.

Song Bingkun became so angry that he slapped the table and shouted:
"What nonsense are you talking about, you brat? Today is your eldest sister's good day, and you have to mess with it? Isn't it chaotic enough?"

Song Bingkun looked ferocious. He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. He couldn't understand why his children didn't listen to him today.

For the first time, Song Congchun felt contempt for his father from the bottom of his heart. He would only become stern and angry when dealing with injustice, and could never understand the point.

Anyway, it was a joke for the Tan family, so he would just make a fuss.

Just as he was about to say a few words, Zhong Yu suddenly shouted in a nonchalant voice:
"Congchun, this dish is a bit spicy. Go out and buy me a bottle of soda."

Song Congchun almost lost his breath and looked at Zhong Yu with wide eyes.

Zhong Yupi stared into his eyes with a smile, took out ten dollars from his pocket and handed it to him, ordering: "Go quickly!"

Song Congchun is usually naughty and clever. As long as he is willing, his eldest brother and eldest sister will cook for him.

But he listened to Zhong Yu the most and believed in her from the bottom of his heart. Whatever she said was what he said.

Even though he was furious at the moment, he still took the money and went out.

This scene surprised all the people watching the excitement in the Tan family.

After sending Song Congchun away, Zhong Yu sat down and picked up the chopsticks again, picked up a piece of dried tofu and put it in Zhou Qin's bowl.

She still had a smile on her face and said softly to Song Bingkun:
"Don't let Congchun interrupt your discussion. Uncle Song hasn't said how much dowry he will give Sister Meiting yet."

Song Meiting also came to her senses, "No, my dowry is the most important thing."

Wang Hui was a little disappointed. She glanced at Zhong Yu vaguely, her eyes seemed to be quenched with poison.

Dr. Zhong, who was blessed by the Resurrection Vine, was naturally extremely sensitive. She did not miss that look, so she gave Wang Hui a warning look.

Just that one look made Wang Huijing chill.

Song Bingkun seemed to be roasted on a fire, he said helplessly:
"My family really doesn't have much money. What I can give you is limited. The Tan family is having a good life. Shijie can't treat you badly, so dad can just give you five thousand yuan."

Originally, he planned to give eight thousand, but Song Congchun's questioning made him sober up. He still had a young son to take care of, and he still had his own life to live.

Old Mrs. Tan doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, and she is definitely going to fan the flames now.

She lovingly said to Song Meiting:
"We, the Tan family, will not let you live a hard life, but as a woman, it is good to have some money on hand for self-defense. When you and Shijie go to the station, if something urgent happens, are you still waiting for us to give you some help?" Are you sending money? If something happens, the day lily will be cold."

Song Meiting nodded after hearing this. Who doesn't want to hold money in his own hands?

Even if there is no encouragement from her future mother-in-law, she will still get more of this dowry.

She walked up to Song Bingkun, hugged his arm and said coquettishly:
"Dad, you are too partial. If Wang Hui wants [-], I have to give you at least [-]. I won't agree without this amount."

Song Bingkun looked at Zhou Qin subconsciously and muttered:
"This... let's listen to what your Aunt Qin says."

Zhou Qin had already made up her mind and thought about it long ago. She laughed at herself:
"You didn't give me a penny of your money. Who am I to express an opinion on how much dowry you gave your daughter?"

These words immediately stopped Song Meiting, who was about to fight, but made Song Bingkun feel flustered for no reason.

He was at a loss for a moment, as if something was about to slip away from his hand.

The ball was kicked again, and Song Bingkun was really in trouble. He said dryly:
"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Song Meiting was happy when she heard this. She raised her chin proudly, like a victorious rooster.

By the time Song Congchun came back with drinks, the storm had subsided and the dinner table was harmonious again.

Although Mr. Tan and Tan Shijie didn't say much, they were both good people. After what happened just now, they knew everything about the Song family.

The hotel is not far from Zhong Yu's home, and you can reach home after passing the traffic lights at two intersections.

After dinner, Zhou Qin took her son and daughter back directly without even explaining anything to Song Bingkun.

Seeing the mother and son leaving, Song Bingkun faced Mr. Tan with a stiff expression.

He was obviously absent-minded but had to pretend to be nonchalant.

Zhou Qin walked away without fear. She didn't look back because everything behind her had nothing to do with her.

The dim street lights stretched the shadows of the mother and son very long.

There are a row of camphor trees planted in the green belts on both sides of the road. In the hot summer, the cicadas on the trees are constantly chirping.

As if they had a tacit understanding, they didn't say a word on the road.

After entering the house and changing into their slippers, Song Congchun sat on the sofa feeling depressed.

Zhong Yu knew that this kid had an easygoing temper. Although he was very angry today, he still listened to her in the end.

She reached out and stroked his hair lovingly, he was still a brat now!

Having lost his defensiveness when facing outsiders, Zhong Yu's voice was soft and casual.

"Are you still angry?"

Song Congchun wanted to have the guts to avoid her touch, but his body had its own choice and he refused to move away no matter what.

Like a pufferfish, he said angrily:
"What does it matter? Anyway, I'm just a pathetic person whose father doesn't care about my sister."

Zhong Yu and Zhou Qin looked at each other and smiled, knowing that the poor talk meant that the brat was not seriously injured.

"I don't know if your biological father cares for you, but you and your mother are still very happy to care for you."

The tough-talking brat couldn't resist the warmth that came to him, and couldn't help but laugh.Knowing that he was fine, the two of them felt at ease.

Zhou Qin took a chair and sat across from them, and solemnly announced:
"I can't live with the Song family anymore."

In the past, only the stepchildren were present, and although there were conflicts, they did not involve fundamental issues.

But it's different now. That home is a quagmire to her.

After Zhou Qin said this, she subconsciously looked at her children. Zhong Yu smiled unabashedly, clapped her hands and said:
"Mom, you have finally figured it out. Isn't it better for us and the three of us to live together than with the Song family?"

Although Song Congchun was not happy, he was not sad either. He said seriously:
"Anyway, I'll live with you, and I don't care about the rest."

Zhou Qin was really relieved as soon as he said these words. It was as if some heavy burden had been lifted from her body, and even her soul felt much lighter.

"Just watch, neither the Tan family nor the Wang family are easy to mess with. Sooner or later, Song Bingkun will be beaten to death by them. We, the two of us, don't want the little property of the Song family. We will live with your sister from now on."

Zhou Qin felt extremely guilty when she said this. She did not give her daughter all the maternal love, and instead brought a burden to her daughter when she got old.

Song Congchun also felt bad. He didn't understand why his father didn't have the same heart as his mother, and why his life was like this.

How could Zhong Yu not understand her mother's strong temper? She scolded:
"What does the family say about whether they can afford it? It's not like I can't make money, and it's not like you don't have a job. Can't we both support him alone?"

Zhou Qin has always had a break-up attitude. As long as she and Song Bingkun can still live together, she will not choose to divorce.

Marriage is not as simple as joining one family and leaving the other, but if a man's heart is not towards you, and he does not have your son in his eyes, there is nothing you can do about it.

"I'm divorcing your Uncle Song, and it's hard to continue working in the textile factory. I'm afraid I'll have to find another way out."

Zhou Qin is not worried about dying alone, but is worried about not being able to survive. Anyone can live in this world, but the key is to have money.

Zhong Yu pondered for a moment and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't want the job in the textile factory. We won't look for a job anymore. We should follow my previous proposal. Let's open a clothing store to sell clothes. I will find a channel for you to purchase the goods. I will do it after a while." We will go to Shenzhen to attend an exchange meeting. It is close to the port city and has a lot of fashionable and cheap goods. Then we will buy the goods and sell them back."

Zhou Qin was very moved when she heard this. She is actually a person who dares to venture and fight, but she is restrained by her children, so she can only seek stability in everything.

Now her daughter's salary is more than enough to support the family. Even if she can't make any money after struggling for three or two years, it won't affect her normal life.

If she really makes money, who will laugh at her in the future?

"But my capital is only enough to rent a storefront. I'm afraid the stall won't be too big."

Zhou Qin works as an accountant, so she knows how far things can go.

Zhong Yu nodded and she comforted:
"Mom, don't be impatient. Let's take it step by step. We'll divorce the divorce first and deal with the follow-up matters with the Song family. Then we'll have to work at the textile factory for the time being. When you have time, you can go find the store. I'll help you. There is still money in it. If nothing happens, I can still make a fortune in the future. I will also invest the money in it by then. This clothing store belongs to both of us. I will get the dividends and leave the rest to you. .”

This arrangement is reasonable and reasonable. At this time, she is no longer polite to her daughter. Women whose marriages have failed always want to use career success to prove that she will live better without the man.

Brothers must settle accounts clearly, even if they are doing business in partnership with their daughter, some things must be explained clearly.

"When we sign the contract, we can't be careless about money. It's my responsibility to buy Congchun a house and marry him. No matter how the clothing store business goes in the future, half of it will be yours."

Zhou Qin also said this to his son. Now that he is attached to his sister, it is no longer necessary to have a wife. He still has to say ugly things first.

It's a pity that Zhou Qin thinks too much and these two unlucky children don't care at all.

Song Congchun asked doubtfully: "Since mom is getting divorced, where will I go to junior high school next semester?"

Originally he was going to the middle school attached to the textile factory, but that was too far from his sister's house.

Zhong Yu said without hesitation: "Then study in the Sixth Middle School near our home. I heard that the school is quite good and it is close to home. You can get home in two steps."

Song Congchun's eyes lit up. The name of No. [-] Middle School was well-known in Haishi, but now the admission threshold is tight, so it might not be easy to get in.

Zhou Qin also had concerns, "It's hard to get into the Sixth Middle School. I heard the competition there is very strong. Our family has no backing and no extra money to hire tutors to make up lessons. If we can't keep up with others..."

Zhong Yu didn't take it seriously and said: "Mom, you are thinking too much. We are not weak in Congchun. Besides, great competition means that the overall strength is strong. When encountering strength, we become stronger. This is better for Congchun."

Song Congchun nodded with a smile. He was never afraid of challenges. The thought of entering the Sixth Middle School where the city's top students concentrated and competing with them made him full of fighting spirit.

"Mom, it's okay. At worst, I will spend more time studying in the future. With my strength, I will definitely be better than them."

Children are all people with ideas, and Zhou Qin has nothing to say.

"How do you plan to send Congchun in?"

This is the issue that Zhou Qin is most concerned about. Apart from other things, it is not easy to enter the school.

Zhong Yu said with a smile: "Don't worry about it. The principal of No. [-] Middle School is my former patient, and we still have some friendship. This matter is not difficult to handle, or you can transfer Congchun's household registration first."

Zhou Qin was still a little reluctant. After all, this house was left by Zhong Guoqiang.

Zhong Yu didn't care what she thought, he was thinking about who to find to handle the matter.

Although there will be no worries about life in the future, and if things go smoothly, the life of the two of them will be better than that of the Song family, but Song Congchun had to remind: "My dad may not be willing to divorce. He is a stubborn person with traditional ideas... "

Zhou Qin sneered: "There is no inseparable marriage in this world, it's just about the length of time. He doesn't agree with me to separate first. Anyway, I've had enough of the Song family's miserable life. I'll pack my luggage tomorrow. I remember your dad." He has to go on duty in the factory, and I will leave when he comes back."

It would be best if there was no direct conflict. They didn't want anything anyway, and the Song family had nothing to say.

Now that the decision has been made and discussed with her children, Zhou Qin feels at ease.

Thinking of the good days ahead for their three mothers, Zhou Qin had a good sleep.

Zhong Yu went to the hospital early in the morning. After breakfast, Zhou Qin was going back to Song's house. Seeing that his mother was so anxious, Song Congchun quickly stuffed the last bit of fried dough sticks into his mouth.

"Mom, wait for me, I'll go get something with you."

Zhou Qin waved her hands quickly, "You'd better not go. After all, this is the home you've lived in for so long. I'm afraid you'll be sad."

Song Congchun wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth and said nonchalantly:
"It's better to go there than once. You don't know where my stuff is. I still have to go back and look for it myself. Besides, I can also carry things for you. You can't take much by yourself."

Song Congchun has been very strong since he was a child, so it would be easier for him to follow him.

"Then when you meet the Song family, don't conflict with them. We can get together easily, and there's no need to make the neighbors laugh. At least we are related by blood."

Others may not care about family affection, but Zhou Qin does not want her son to be impersonal.

Song Congchun nodded. He lowered his head to drink the porridge, hiding the disappointed expression on his face.

His parents divorced, no matter what the reason was, he was never happy.

(End of this chapter)