Chapter 37 Uninvited Guest
Chapter 37 Uninvited Guest
Su Ming finished an early shift today.
Since that live stream that sold 100 million yuan, his position at Star Shine Company has become very delicate.
Many of his colleagues felt embarrassed to see him, especially those who had previously mocked him.
Those who were friendly to him before are now very enthusiastic as soon as they see him, and Su Ming is eager to avoid them.
Anyway, there's basically nothing to do every day. I clock in and out on time every day, so I'm basically left to my own devices.
Today I'm incredibly bored, with Gu Yushu and Li Youming keeping an eye on Tianming Media on the 8th floor.
With Director Li overseeing things at the factory, he completely became a hands-off manager.
So I thought I might as well go home, play a couple of games, and go to bed early.
As Su Ming walked into the old alley downstairs from his home, he felt something was amiss.
The alley was narrow to begin with, and usually only a few cars could park there.
But today, several electric bikes were haphazardly parked everywhere, and several cars were blocking the intersection.
Su Ming frowned, squeezed through the gap between the cars, and went upstairs.
The higher we went, the more noise we heard.
It seemed to be coming from his own home, so Su Ming felt increasingly uneasy and quickened his pace.
When I got to my front door, it wasn't closed properly; there was a crack.
He reached out and pushed the door open; the room was full of people.
The living room wasn't big; the sofa was full, and there were two chairs on the side, also occupied.
Su Ming roughly counted and estimated there were seven or eight people.
Su's father stood in the middle of the living room, his expression not very good.
And standing in front of him was a woman.
The woman looked to be in her forties, but she was well-maintained, with fair skin and a few fine lines around her eyes.
She had soft, wavy hair, which made her look gentle and even a little fragile.
"Ah Yao, I'm not here to argue with you. We were husband and wife after all, and there's also Xiao Ming... I know I wronged you back then."
But the child is innocent.
As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and she took out a tissue to gently wipe the corners of her eyes.
"You're a man, you don't understand how difficult it was for me to raise him all by myself."
My child is in high school now, and expenses are high. I really... I really don't know what to do. Please, for the sake of my child, help me out, okay?
Su's father opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
On the sofa next to them, a middle-aged woman with an afro immediately chimed in.
"That's right, brother-in-law! My sister has suffered so much all these years, raising her child all by herself, being both father and mother."
"Now that you're doing well and your son is successful, what's wrong with helping him out? Isn't that child also carrying the blood of the Su family?"
Another man, who looked like a relative of Su's father, spoke with a frown.
"You can't say that. She was the one who wanted to leave in the first place, and now she's coming back asking for money. What kind of nonsense is that?"
"Has Xiaoming ever paid a single penny in child support?"
The woman with the afro immediately retorted: "What do you mean she wanted to leave on her own? If our family hadn't been so poor back then, would my sister have been able to leave?"
She's a frail woman, going out to make a living, isn't it all for this family? Isn't it all so that her husband and son can have a better life?
"you......"
The man who had just spoken was almost laughing in anger.
"Alright, alright, let's all keep quiet."
An older man, who looked like a relative of both sides, waved his hand.
"Ah Yao, Xiao Juan, both of you calm down. Things have come to this point, and the children are already so grown up. We have to find a solution."
Xiaojuan, just name a number, that's fine, don't make things too difficult for Ayao.
The woman called Xiao Juan is Su Ming's mother, Liu Juan.
She raised her tear-filled eyes, looked at the old man from before, then at Su's father, seemingly very wronged, yet still spoke:
"Uncle, I'm not a greedy person. It's just that my child has been born for 15 years now. Everything he eats, wears, uses, goes to school, and sees a doctor costs money."
I don't want much, just... 200,000 yuan, consider it compensation for raising the children over the years.
She paused, then glanced around at Su's father's old house.
"I'll give you the house; I need a place to stay with my child."
"Two hundred thousand?!" Su's father finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"Liu Juan! Are you fucking crazy? Where would I get 200,000 yuan? This house is the only home Xiaoming and I have. If we give it to you, where will we live?"
"So you just want to watch your son end up on the streets?" Liu Juan's tears fell again, but her tone remained gentle, even tinged with sorrow.
"Brother Yao, he's your son, your own son."
Are you really that heartless? I was wrong back then, but what wrong did the child do? If you don't give it to me...
I... I have no choice but to sue you in court. I'll do anything for the children...
His words caused another uproar in the living room, with some advising Su's father to spend money to avoid further trouble.
Some criticized Liu Juan for going too far, while others tried to smooth things over by telling them to discuss it properly and negotiate further.
Su Ming stood at the door and roughly understood the whole process.
It's like his mother was pregnant with another child when she abandoned them.
I never paid any attention to them before, but now they're using the excuse of being children to ask for money.
He looked at the woman who claimed to be his mother, but whom he only remembered as a blurry silhouette.
She put on a pitiful appearance, but said hurtful things.
Su Ming felt nothing; in fact, he almost wanted to laugh.
He pushed aside an unfamiliar middle-aged man blocking the doorway and went inside.
"Xiaoming?" When Su's father saw him, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but also felt even more embarrassed.
He didn't want Su Ming to get involved in this matter in the first place, but he still got dragged in anyway.
Liu Juanjuan turned her head and looked at Su Ming.
Her eyes flickered with a complex expression, then she gave a gentle smile tinged with guilt.
"Xiaoming, you're back! You've grown so much..."
"Mom!" Su Ming called out, his tone flat, as if he were calling a stranger, not his own mother.
Liu Juan was taken aback by the word "Mom," and then her eyes reddened even more.
"My child... I'm so sorry..."
"No need to apologize," Su Ming interrupted him and walked to his father's side.
"Just get to the point. You want 20, right?"
Liu Juan was surprised by Su Ming's directness. After hesitating for a moment, she nodded slightly.
Her voice held a pleading tone: "Xiaoming, Mom has no choice... your brother..."
"No need to explain." Su Ming interrupted her again, took out his phone, and tapped the screen a few times.
"Bank card number".
"Huh?" Liu Juan was stunned.
"I'll transfer the money to you." Su Ming's tone remained flat. "Bank account number!"
Everyone in the living room was stunned, including Su's father.
He suddenly grabbed Su Ming's arm. "Xiao Ming, what are you doing? Where did you get so much money? You can't give it to me!"
Su Ming patted his father's hand, signaling him to calm down.
Then, still looking at Liu Juan, he said, "Do you want it or not? If not, I'll take it back."
"Yes! Yes!" Before Liu Juan could speak, the woman next to her, who was holding her head, immediately screamed and pushed Liu Juan.
"Sis, quickly give him the card number."
Liu Juan then realized what was happening and hurriedly rummaged through her bag to find a bank card.
Su Ming snatched the card, operated it on his phone, and handed it back a few seconds later.
"Transferred, 30. I transferred an extra 10 to you, as your son's future child support, it's all in there."
"Now, take your people and get out of my house right now, and don't ever come back!"
Liu Juan seemed to want to say something more, but Su Ming was already shooing them away, trying to push them out.
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