Rebirth of wealth and freedom starts from the World Cup

Chapter 4 Mom, I'm back!

"Mom, I'm back!!"

Zhao Zixuan pushed open the door and shouted happily, his voice full of anticipation and joy.

A soft, loving response came from the kitchen.

"Son is back, come and wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

Wu Xianglian walked out of the fragrant kitchen with a smile, her apron embroidered with delicate patterns and holding a plate of mouth-watering fried pork with chili in her hands.

Her eyes met Zhao Zixuan's, and her warm smile, like the warm sunshine of spring, filled the entire room.

"Mom, I'm hungry. It smells so good! What are we having for dinner today?"

Zhao Zixuan almost couldn't help but hug his mother. His nose felt sore and tears welled up in his eyes, almost bursting out, but he held them back in the end.

He couldn't remember how many days it had been since he last saw his mother. Growing up in a single-parent family, he relied entirely on his mother to raise him with great difficulty.

However, a sudden accident took away his mother's young life, and he lost the warmest protection from then on.

Living his life over again, he vowed to completely rewrite the tragedy of the past!

"Mom, how are you feeling lately? Do you feel unwell?"

Zhao Zixuan asked with concern, and couldn't help but think of the time when his mother passed away from a terminal illness.

Wu Xianglian looked at her son in surprise and said with a smile, "Why are you suddenly concerned about me? Mom is in good health."

Zhao Zixuan held his mother's hand tightly and said firmly: "Mom, remember to go to the hospital for a check-up when you have time. No! I'll go with you on the weekend. I'm grown up now, and I'll take care of everything at home in the future!"

There was a gleam of determination in his eyes, as if he wanted to make up for all the regrets of the past.

Wu Xianglian seemed to be frightened and reached out to touch his forehead.

"You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense all of a sudden?"

"Ha ha!"

Zhao Zixuan's laughter was full of joy, as if all the pressure had disappeared at this moment.

He was young and ignorant before, and the first thing he thought about after making money was always his girlfriend.

Later he realized that instead of spending money on a woman who despises you, it is better to show filial piety to your mother.

If you buy a bouquet of flowers for your girlfriend, she may dislike you, but if you buy flowers for your mother, she will be happy for a long time.

This is probably the biggest difference between love and not love.

Unfortunately, Zhao Zixuan understood this truth too late.

The son wants to take care of him, but he doesn't want to be loved.

Isn't this the biggest regret in his heart?

Had dinner.

Zhao Zixuan and his mother had a heart-to-heart talk about the future.

This was something Zhao Zixuan had never done in his previous life.

He was ignorant back then and didn't want to tell his mother anything. He always kept everything to himself and only told her good news and not bad news, and endured it all by himself.

It is different now.

He had so many things he wanted to say to his mother. He wanted to know everything about her and how to make her live a happy life.

"Mom, you don't have to worry about my living expenses and tuition fees from now on. I have the ability to take care of your son."

"As for you, you can just stay at home and rest assured. If you want to go to work, go to work. If you want to play mahjong, go play mahjong."

"Oh, right! If you want to find a companion, I don't object, but the prerequisite is that you have to bring him back and let me inspect him. I'm afraid you're not trusting the right person."

Zhao Zixuan’s words stunned Wu Xianglian.

She was suddenly terribly frightened.

How did my son become like this?
Could something have happened?

"Son, tell me what happened? Did you make an enemy with someone? Or did you fight with your classmates at school again and get your head smashed?"

Wu Xianglian looked at her son nervously.

Zhao Zixuan smiled.

He also realized at this time that he was a little impatient. He started to arrange everything before making any money, which seemed unconvincing.

But never mind. Time will tell.

After being reborn, he vowed never to let the tragedy happen again.

Zhao Zixuan grew up in a single-parent family. His mother had no ability and was just an ordinary worker in a prison unit, which was considered a stable job.

But the salary was really not high, only about 3,000 yuan a month. Relying on this salary, Wu Xianglian raised Zhao Zixuan alone since he was a child. It could be said that she was both a father and a mother, and it was very hard.

Zhao Zixuan's father divorced his mother when he was 2 years old.

That was when he was about seven or eight years old. He vaguely remembered meeting his so-called father once, and seemed to have heard that the man had reorganized a new family and had a new child.

Because they no longer lived in the same city, Zhao Zixuan never saw that person again.

This is where Zhao Zixuan’s dream, which could not be more ordinary, began.

The next day.

At daybreak, Zhao Zixuan, lying on the bed, opened his eyes and stared at the white ceiling.

Feel the energy and passion of a young body and the vigorous vitality that supports the sky.

He knew that he was completely reborn.

"If I could do it again, I would choose Li Bai. At least I can still write poems to express my passion and amuse girls!"

Zhao Zixuan hummed a song happily and got up from the bed.

After washing up, he combed his hair in front of the mirror.

Then he said hello to his mother and left the house happily.

Zhao Zixuan walked out of the office and found a long-missed breakfast shop on the side of the road. Just as he was about to buy two buns, he touched his pocket and suddenly found that it was empty.

"Oops, I forgot to ask for breakfast money!"

Zhao Zixuan wanted to slap himself in the face.

High school students are in the best period of growth, so how can they skip breakfast?
Because he often skipped meals to save money, he suffered from malnutrition for a long time and unfortunately missed the perfect height average of 180cm.

Now that God has finally given him a chance to grow taller again, how could he let himself make the same mistake again?
"Boss, can I buy on credit? I don't have any money today. I'll give it to you tomorrow. If I lie to you, you're a puppy."

Zhao Zixuan said tentatively.

The boss snatched back the packed buns and rejected Zhao Zixuan's unreasonable request with a sharp look.

Want freeloading?

There are no doors.

Do you think this is my first day opening a store?

"Zhao Zixuan."

A call came from a distance.

Go in search of reputation.

A beautiful girl in a blue and white school uniform suddenly came up to me, her ponytail swaying gently with her steps. The youthful aura flowed over her body, full of the charm and beauty of a peaceful life.

"Song Qiuya."

Zhao Zixuan was slightly surprised and nodded politely to the other party.

At first you might find it strange, wondering why Song Qiuya is here.

But then I thought, the other person and I are both from the same unit, so it doesn't seem strange to meet him on the way to school.

He would not be so naive as to think that Song Qiuya was waiting for him here on purpose.

Well, maybe it used to be.

Back then, Zhao Zixuan's favorite way of showing kindness was to bring breakfast to Song Qiuya every now and then.

As a result, all my love was wasted and I got nothing in the end.

Not right either.

He got the title of a warm man.

To put it bluntly, he is a bootlicker.

I don’t know how many years I was laughed at by my classmates behind my back.

(End of this chapter)