Reborn: Instead of Chasing the School Beauty, I Chased Her Mother
Chapter 1122 - 1122: 315 Black Silk Professional Attire Chief Yin's Special Home Visit_2

Those two couldn't care less about what's happening at home.

And the membership card Li Zhiyan gave them would last them for ages.

After all, it only cost two bucks an hour to use the computer. A thousand yuan could buy them five hundred hours of internet access.

But Guo Wu was already starting to feel distressed.

After his sudden resignation, his reputation in their small circle had completely tanked.

No one was willing to hire him anymore.

If they were to move somewhere else, it would require money, but he and Sun Guifen didn't have any left.

Staring at his mother, dressed in stockings and high heels, Guo Wu felt even more furious inside.

That damn Guo Wu was truly a con man.

"Son, what should we do now? If we keep going like this, we'll starve to death. Your dad still has tens of thousands in savings, but he won't give us a single coin anymore."

Sun Guifen deeply regretted not getting ahold of the money Zhang Jingye had left behind back then.

It was all that bastard Guo Xing's fault for pretending he was so wealthy at the time.

It made her believe that making a few million was no big deal.

"Son, how about we take over Guo Xing's mung bean stall? I hear some street vendors make tens of thousands a month."

Those words genuinely excited Guo Wu a bit.

"If selling food on the street could make us money, then we don't need to care about finding jobs. Let's go talk to him now."

The mother and son reached an immediate consensus and set off for the mung bean stand Guo Xing had mentioned.

Guo Xing's stand wasn't far from the commercial street.

At that moment, business was booming for him, and he was finally seeing some hope.

If he could make enough money,

perhaps his wife and child could finally return to his side.

A home bustling with family during the day, and crammed with descendants at night.

That was Guo Xing's ultimate goal right now.

After finishing serving a bowl of mung bean soup,

he suddenly spotted his son, Guo Wu, walking toward him.

For a split second, he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy and fantasy in his chest.

After all, blood is thicker than water. Was his son finally showing concern for his old father?

But when Guo Wu got close to him,

he was completely dumbfounded.

"This stand, it's mine now."

Staring at the coin jar under the stall,

he snatched it up in a flash.

Guo Xing tried to say something, but Guo Wu promptly kicked him aside.

Instantly, Guo Xing's expression darkened with a grim look.

"Get lost!"

It was only then that he realized his last bit of livelihood had been taken from him as well.

This stall had been his for years.

Guo Xing could only retreat into a quiet corner, silently watching as the mother and son duo began selling mung bean soup.

Before long, a young boy approached.

"One bowl of mung bean soup, please."

Seeing how easy it was to bully the kid,

Guo Wu poured him a cup of plain water and directly snatched the five yuan note from his hand.

As he watched the child cry helplessly, too scared to speak up,

he felt a strange, twisted rush of euphoria inside.

"Ding Baijie, you filthy bitch, just wait. I'll make sure you get what's coming."

...

That night, Li Zhiyan, lying comfortably on Zhou Rongrong's lap while watching TV, was enjoying Ding Baijie massaging his legs.

He suddenly received a notification for a new mission from the System.

At the moment, the System only had two missions left.

One involved helping Chief Yin, and the other was about welcoming Li Fuzhen on Monday when she arrived here.

But now, a new mission had appeared.

"New mission initiated."

"Strike proactively."

"Currently, Guo Wu has been pushed to the brink."

"He plans to disfigure Ding Baijie."

"Inform Zhang Jingye about where Guo Wu is selling mung bean soup, and aggravate Zhang Jingye's emotions."

"Crisis resolution will follow."

"Mission reward: After Zhang Jingye takes revenge on Guo Wu, a cash reward of five million yuan will be credited."

This mission couldn't be simpler—practically free money—and Li Zhiyan suddenly felt a rising sense of excitement.

That night, back in his room,

he stared at the mission and muttered, "That beast Guo Wu has truly been cornered."

"But he's completely underestimated how much damage this will cause to another man."

"The child's not even his, yet he raised it for someone else."

"He did everything to benefit another man."

"His revenge will undoubtedly be terrifyingly intense."

With that thought, Li Zhiyan couldn't wait any longer and dialed Zhang Jingye's number.

"Hello."

At that moment, Zhang Jingye was drunkenly groggy.

He never expected to hear Li Zhiyan's voice.

"Hey, abandoned by your wife and son—feeling lousy, aren't you?"

Rage surged through Zhang Jingye like wildfire.

He was now homeless, and to top it off, he was being mocked by Li Zhiyan.

"You bastard! Tell me where you are, and I'll stab you to death!"

Li Zhiyan chuckled lightly.

"But honestly, Uncle, the two of us don't really have any bad blood, do we?"

"I mean, you're pretty pitiful—raising someone else's kid, working yourself to the bone for nothing, and now drowning in booze, tormenting yourself."

"Not to mention, your wife doesn't want you anymore."

At once, Zhang Jingye's eyes turned bloodshot.

"I'm only telling you this—"

"Guo Wu has taken over Guo Xing's mung bean soup stand."

"He's at Four-Direction Street now."

"Feel free to drop by and take a look when you're free."

With that, Li Zhiyan hung up.

The flames of anger within Zhang Jingye began to stir, bit by bit.

That bastard child—was he really that cozy with his biological dad now?

As he thought of the beating Guo Wu had given him,

a tidal wave of fury swelled in his chest.

Li Zhiyan's words just now had pierced him deeply.

What a pathetic joke he had become.