[The next door is serializing "The Female Supporting Girl Dressed to Accompany the Male Protagonist in Living in Poverty"~]
So far, Ji Xingyan is barely satisfied with the script of the male protagonist and his mother. After all, those who can be the protagonist's parents are considered to be influential figures of the previous generation in the background of the story.
Except for her husband's ability in that area, which dropped off a cliff after he turned 30, Ji Xingyan had no complaints in other aspects.
Finally, she ushered in the highlight moment of her life.
She is about to meet the heroine, who is still an innocent high school student. Of course, this meeting will end quite unpleasantly. According to the setting of the script, the arrogant mother of the hero accidentally noticed the spark of excitement between the hero and heroine, tried every means to extinguish the spark, and even wrote an astonishing check for a sky-high price of five million.
Of course, the heroine, who is simple and has strong self-esteem, will reject her insult without hesitation.
Just as Ji Xingyan carefully took out the check for fear of damaging it, he was waiting for the hostess in the cafe to suddenly stand up and sternly refuse——
The heroine Yun Min unceremoniously reached out and took it, and said something that stunned her, "Thank you, auntie, I will leave your precious son immediately, but inflation is very high now and bank interest rates are low. Can you ask auntie to increase it a little bit?"
Ji Xingyan almost lost 500 W directly.
Fortunately, Jiang was still very old. She had already guessed whether the heroine knew this damn script as well as she did, so she had already made a careful note on the check.
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Yun Min ran home happily, holding the check in front of his father and uncle, and showed it off for a long time.
"I don't like Xu Yaotian... But his mother is pretty and generous, and I admire her very much."
"Look again."
Her father and uncle rarely spoke in unison, as if they had fallen into a trap with this woman when they were young and ignorant.
Facing her beautiful middle-aged sister, Yun Min couldn't bear to believe her, "What? They gave me the check and signed the gift contract, so they don't want to go back, right?"
As a result, when I went to the bank to exchange it the next day, I found that it was a bad check——
Ji Xingyan didn't save money in that bank at all.
She asked again, but the other party asked him sincerely, "Do you think my son is worth five million?"
That's right too.
In her heart, Xu Yaotian's worth is as much as a fifty-dollar movie ticket.
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Not far away, when they thought that their own mother was bound to stage a World War III with his crush, they sat together very quietly and came to the conclusion that he was not worth anything.
There was a cold aura beside him that was even louder.
Turning around, my father showed a rare smile that was not cool.
[Put a little easter egg]
unclear family nuclear family (4)
Yunmin@The best mother-in-law in the world: Yanyan, this weekend I'm going to check in with Internet celebrities with you ~ I've already prepared the selfie stick, tripod and reflector mua ~
Xu Yaotian@Mom: I need a senior guest for my academic meeting this week, and I think you are very suitable. I can send a special car to pick you up by then.
Xu Ji: Can't you two play by yourself? One or two of them insist on coming to see my wife, what's wrong with them! ?
Ji Xingyan:......
[Temporary thoughts from the day before, recorded on June 3, 2023]
The next book I want to write is a series that the author would even criticize himself if he is so cruel - "Cheap Love". The copy is as follows:
"Everyone praises the greatness of love, but my love is only worth a hundred thousand."
When I was extremely bored today, I glanced at Jinjiang's article. The one called Dai Dan was written like bullshit. The hero's mother spent a lot of money. She took out a check for five million. Some people said that five million was too little. This is simply nonsense——
She didn't know that the richer people are, the smarter they are about money.
I closed my eyes and thought of the newspaper wrapped with 100,000 yuan fifteen years ago. Although it had been dusty for many years, I still remembered that it exuded the smell of inferior ink and the dark, damp and musty smell that only existed during the rainy season.
The ceiling fan hovering above shakes off the dust of the times.
The woman smiled brightly and said, "With this money, you should understand what Auntie means."
Without saying a word, I broke up with Zhou Yinchu that day. Unlike the male protagonists in any romance novels who tried to persuade me to stay, he didn't even offer me the least support. Not to mention the red eyes, he didn't even bother to raise his eyebrows. His eyes were higher than the top of his head, and his eyes were filled with overwhelming disgust, "Fine, don't regret it."
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Fifteen years later, the one hundred thousand yuan was not enough to change the lives of me and my family at the bottom of the class. I was still a mediocre ordinary woman with a bit of beauty, and he became increasingly out of reach.
This hundred thousand is the loot I got from my fucking luck.
My short-lived husband has passed away, and my son attends the Central Street Primary School where he taught during his lifetime. Due to the bad memories of that school and their peaceful attitude toward my husband's death... I decided to let my son study in an international school so that I would not have to repeat my hopeless life.
I took my son, who was as kind-hearted as his father, to the interview.
But I never expected that my son failed. I think this has nothing to do with his IQ, but has everything to do with the fact that he was born into a powerless family like mine.
He raised his little face to comfort me, "Failure is common. Mom, don't be unhappy. When I am promoted to junior high school, I will be able to go to the best middle school in Jiangcheng."
I said nothing.
It was not because I was indifferent to my son, but because I saw the honorary school director Zhou Yinchu surrounded by people in the corridor of the international school.
He saw me like a rat out of place in a skyscraper.
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That night, I stood outside the Ritz-Carlton presidential suite with the key card given by his assistant.
The cheap bra straps slipped off my shoulders.
Purpose: respect children's personal wishes and improve children's personality