half-baked life

Chapter 148 If this house cannot be saved, don’t let me call you “Mom” again!
"...It's over." After the three of them listened to Gu Xia's words, they were silent for a long time, and Jiang Xiaoping suddenly muttered in a low voice.

"Well, it's over." Because there was a screen across the screen and Jiang Xiaoping's voice was too low, Gu Xia thought she was asking him if there was any follow-up, so he hurriedly answered.

"That's not what my mother meant. She was afraid that Tang Jiwen would feel that he had been greatly 'wronged' by you and would go home to vent his anger on Aunt Jie Fang."

Jiang He opened his mouth to explain.

She saw Tang Jiwen only a few times, she could count them on one hand, and most of them were just a brief encounter. There was only one time, when Tang Jiwen finished filling in his application for the college entrance examination, and Zhang Jiefang took him to come to Jiang He for advice. Had some communication with him.

Jiang He felt that it was a heavy responsibility to advise on the college entrance examination application, and he also wanted to combine Tang Jiwen's own interests and future employment directions, so he spent a week analyzing and comparing the colleges that he might get into based on Tang Jiwen's estimated scores. As well as those popular majors in universities, we also made a special table including the advantages and disadvantages of the school, majors, and possible future development directions to make it more intuitive.

But when she explained it to Tang Jiwen, Tang Jiwen was absent-minded throughout the whole process, as if he couldn't sit still as if there were nails growing on his butt.

Sometimes he was thirsty and sometimes hungry. Not counting Jiang He being interrupted from time to time, he was yelling at Zhang Jiefang, not like he was treating his mother, but more like he was bossing around a servant.

Even Jiang He, who was used to seeing "abnormal" parent-child relationships, felt it was too outrageous. The originally planned one-hour communication was compressed into 20 minutes.

Jiang He originally thought that the form could be used as a reference, at least the work would not be in vain.

As soon as the college entrance examination results came out, Tang Jiwen's estimated score was nearly 120 points higher. Jiang He felt it was incredible, and his impression of Tang Jiwen was even worse.

"...No way." Gu Xia, a child who grew up in a loving family, naturally couldn't understand Tang Jiwen's mentality.

"I sent a message to Tang Jiwen, saying that as long as he is willing to come, I will welcome him here at any time. I also called Aunt Jiefang to explain it, and she said it's okay."

Jiang He held up his chin and looked at Gu Xia, his eyes were extremely "loving". Sometimes she really envied Gu Xia's "deafness" and couldn't help but reach out and rub Gu Xia's hair twice.

Gu Xia has been going to the factory all day recently and has stopped applying hair wax. In addition, her hair has grown longer, and it feels really good, second only to Jiang Xiaomao.

While rubbing, Jiang He subconsciously turned his head to look at the computer screen, and his eyes met Jiang Xiaoping's.

Gu Xia felt that the look between them was nothing special, but Jiang He's whole body was tense and he jumped up from the chair with full resistance.

"...No! I'm not the neighborhood committee, let alone the Women's Federation...Okay, okay, it's almost time. You go to work quickly. You have to train well today, Fighting!"

Jiang He deliberately raised his voice and shook hands with her mother as if to cheer her up. Before Jiang Xiaoping could say anything, he quickly took pictures on the computer.

Gu Xia looked at Liang Xiujing for help. Liang Xiujing obviously didn't understand either. She patted Gu Xia's shoulder and said, "The mother and daughter are close to each other. We 'outsiders'... we'd better not get involved."

As expected, mother and daughter Jiang Xiaoping and Jiang He had a close guess about Tang Jiwen.

He ran home in a rage that day and threw a face at Zhang Jiefang. In the days that followed, he didn't even say a word to her, making the atmosphere in the house extremely solemn, and even the air felt like over-frozen agar. , even Tang Yaocan, who was accustomed to being shameless and shameless, felt that staying at home was too frustrating and uncomfortable, so he hid out with an excuse.

Zhang Jiefang was actually even more uncomfortable. She was most afraid of the cold war. Tang Jiwen's deliberate ignorance not only made her panic and nervous, but even gave her an inexplicable sense of suffocation. She was restless and restless, so she had to find ways to please her. son.

It happened that November 11, a week later, was Tang Jiwen's birthday. Zhang Jiefang ran to the vegetable market early in the morning, bought two large bags full of ingredients, and ordered a four-inch Internet celebrity cake online.

By the time Tang Jiwen pulled on his slippers sleepily and came out of the house, the dining table was already filled with nearly 10 dishes, including thick oily red sauce, big fish and meat, all of which Tang Jiwen loved to eat.

"Happy birthday, son!" Zhang Jiefang just came out of the kitchen with braised golden pomfret. When she saw Tang Jiwen, she said with a smile.

Tang Jiwen ignored Zhang Jiefang at all. He put his hands in his pockets, swayed his arms and came to the table. He reached out and scraped a large amount of cream from the birthday cake and put it into his mouth.

"I've asked. It's made from animal butter. It's delicious and healthy." Zhang Jiefang handed Tang Jiwen a cake fork and explained politely and flatteringly.

Tang Jiwen thought for a while, but finally reached out and took the fork. Just as he was about to ask Zhang Jiefang for a red envelope, his phone suddenly rang. Tang Jiwen took it out and saw that it was an unknown number.

He hung up casually, but the other party called again immediately. Tang Jiwen frowned impatiently, but finally picked up.

"Hey, who is it?" he said angrily.

"Is this Tang Jiwen? Zhang Jiefang is your mother, right?"

The male voice on the other side of the phone sounded like an AI customer service trying to persuade someone to get a loan. If he hadn't called his name correctly and mentioned Zhang Jiefang, Tang Jiwen would have hung up the call.

"...Who are you?" He glanced at Zhang Jiefang doubtfully, his tone still very impatient.

"This is Yahe Credit. Your mother, Zhang Jiefang, applied for a mortgage loan with our company in 2020 for her stair house in Chunhua Community, Jiangyuan Road, Dongchi District. As of now, it has not been on schedule for four months. The repayment has been made. If the four-month repayment and the resulting late payment fees cannot be paid by the end of the month, that is, before November 11, totaling 31 yuan, then this property will belong to our company."

"What? Mortgage the house? What are you talking nonsense about?" Tang Jiwen's voice suddenly rose to a high pitch, and he yelled into the mobile phone.

"...I hit...the wrong one, it must be...the wrong one."

Zhang Jiefang understood it all at once, and was so frightened that all the blood drained from her face. She hurriedly snatched the phone from Tang Jiwen's hand and hung up the call with shaking hands.

She was afraid that the person would call again, so she thought about blocking the phone number quickly, but her hands were so nervous that she couldn't get any response no matter how hard she pressed the screen.

"You mortgaged this house? Why did you mortgage this house? This is my house! What qualifications do you have to mortgage my house!"

Every time Tang Jiwen said a word, he took a step closer to Zhang Jiefang, and his roars became louder and louder.

Zhang Jiefang's tears welled up. She tentatively reached out to her son, trying to comfort him as much as possible, but Tang Jiwen was extremely excited and shoved Zhang Jiefang, "Don't fucking touch me!" Zhang Jiefang was unprepared. Tang Jiwen pushed him back several steps, and his hip bone hit the edge of the dining table. The four-seat solid wood dining table was knocked forward more than ten centimeters, and several hot dishes were served one after another due to inertia. It fell to the ground and was covered with oil stains and broken porcelain.

The bowl of tea tree mushroom, fig and old duck soup that had been simmered for more than three hours was mostly splashed on Zhang Jiefang's feet, burning her skin and flesh red. However, Zhang Jiefang was unable to move or hide because of severe hip pain. There is no way to hide.

"Don't act pitiful in front of me." Tang Jiwen looked at Zhang Jiefang, who was sweating in pain and unable to stand, with a look of disgust on his face.

"Seeing that I am about to graduate, you are thinking about asking me to go to work to help you pay back the money, right? Let me tell you Zhang Jiefang, stop dreaming! I have been so unlucky for eight lifetimes. Why do you have a mother like you, just to raise wild animals outside? Man, even the house is mortgaged... Where is the man you raised? He doesn't want you anymore, right? Well, no decent man wants to be with you!"

Zhang Jiefang watched her son jump around cursing her and insulting her, but she felt nothing. She felt neither humiliation nor shame. Anger and frustration were out of the question. She felt like she had become an unconscious lump of wood.

"If this house cannot be saved, don't let me call you 'Mom' again!"

Tang Jiwen yelled and cursed, and he was so excited that he was sweating profusely and panting after all the operations, but Zhang Jiefang just looked at him blankly and said nothing.

"Are you deaf? I'm talking to you!" Tang Jiwen became irritable again because Zhang Jiefang's reaction was not what he expected.

Zhang Jiefang is very soft-hearted. Tang Jiwen has discovered it a long time ago. Especially in front of him, she is a soft persimmon. Whatever you want, you will have.

In fact, he knew about the mortgage of the house last year. His father had hinted it to him several times to test his reaction, but Tang Jiwen always pretended to be dumbfounded.

The main reason is that he doesn't want to be with his father.

Tang Yaocan is just a weakling who has no serious use at all. His mother is different. Although Zhang Jiefang is stupid, she is really capable and can make money.

Tang Jiwen's plan was very simple. He wanted to make Zhang Jiefang feel extremely indebted to him, so that he could get more from her to the maximum extent.

Speaking of which, this debt collection call came at the right time.

"I... heard it." Zhang Jiefang finally spoke, her voice was very soft, but surprisingly calm.

Tang Jiwen looked at her holding the back of the chair with one hand and straightening her waist with difficulty, "I know you look down on me as a mother... Indeed, I don't have the ability to give you better conditions and better education... Whatever , If you don’t admit it, don’t admit it. I deserve this, I deserve it.

Tang Jiwen looked at Zhang Jiefang in disbelief. Her reaction was wrong. Zhang Jiefang should not be in this broken state now. She should be crying and begging for forgiveness!

"...Oh, I know, you want to deduct living expenses again to make me surrender, right?"

Tang Jiwen's mind was running rapidly, and he finally found a "reasonable" explanation. He consciously justified it, and immediately raised his already low tone by an octave, "I tell you, Zhang Jiefang, don't use it again." This trick threatens me. You have an obligation to support me, and you have to pay me 5500 a month for living expenses. If it’s even one penny less, I’m not done with you!”

Tang Jiwen rushed out of the door again. This time he was obviously serious and even took away his laptop.

The sound of the door panel being slammed was deafening, but Zhang Jiefang's reaction was still too dull, and she even smiled nervously.

Zhang Jiefang has thought about it countless times, letting her son know what the outcome will be when it comes to mortgaging the house.

It is definitely more serious than the sky falling. Zhang Jiefang feels this from the bottom of her heart.

Sometimes when she dreams, she will be frightened and wake up, or she will cry until the pillow is wet.

Now the second boot suddenly fell to the ground, the dust settled, the sky did not fall, people did not die, and we had to live together as usual... Zhang Jiefang suddenly felt that it was not a big deal.

Holding her injured hip bone, she staggered into the bathroom, took a slow hot shower, washed away all the vegetable soup oil stains splashed on her body, and then found two plasters and applied them to the injured area. , and applied a thick layer of burn ointment on his feet before starting to clean up the mess in the restaurant.

After cleaning up, Zhang Jiefang suddenly felt very hungry. She went to the kitchen to fill up half a bowl of rice and ate the whole braised golden pomfret. There was not a single bite left of the birthday cake that cost her 300 yuan. Her belly was so full that she lay awkwardly on the sofa, not even daring to burp.

Zhang Jiefang originally thought of taking a break to digest the food before washing dishes and chopsticks and tidying up the kitchen, but she actually fell asleep while sitting there.

It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that Zhang Jiefang woke up in confusion.

It was completely dark outside at this moment, and the lights were not turned on in the house. Only a little street light shone in from the window. Zhang Jiefang was covered in hot sweat while sleeping, and she looked around dizzily. The home that should have been so familiar was in the darkness. But it seemed that he had changed his appearance, and was so unfamiliar that Zhang Jiefang was not even sure where she was for a moment.

It wasn't until the knock on the door rang again that Zhang Jiefang came back to her senses. She hurriedly got up and opened the door, and found a young girl wearing a courier's assault suit standing outside the door.

"Auntie, do you want to send something?"

"...Huh? Ah, it's...it's me. I'll send you a mobile phone."

After Zhang Jiefang finished speaking, she quickly took out the old mobile phone hidden in the shoe cabinet the night before.

Zhu Qiwu’s old mobile phone.

As soon as the mobile phone was sent out, Zhang Jiefang sent the express tracking number to Zhu Qiwu.

Zhu Qiwu had probably been staring at his phone. Zhang Jiefang noticed that the words "The other party is typing" immediately appeared on his dialog box, but Zhang Jiefang blocked the person directly before the message was sent.

What Tang Jiwen said when he scolded her just now was quite right, "How can any decent man be willing to be with you?"

Zhang Jiefang suspected that she was just a piece of smelly dog ​​excrement, attracting either mung bean flies or dung beetles.

Zhu Qiwu is really no better than "Broad Sea and Sky". To a certain extent, he is even worse than "Broad Sea and Sky". "Broad Sea and Sky" is simply cheating money. Zhu Qiwu not only cheated her out of money, but also cheated her into working!