Rebirth after the college entrance examination

Chapter 162 The Mother-in-Law is a Doormat

Agnes Chow cried.

"I married an old bastard and gave birth to a little bastard. Why is my life so miserable... Waaah."

"I can't control your daughter, you can control her yourself, sob sob sob."

"I'm not opening this shop anymore. I'm never coming to Binhai again, sob sob sob."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning against the wall, she called Le Yuqun while wiping away tears with a tissue.

Le Ning opened the two large packages brought by Zhou Ting. Inside were two exquisite silk and gauze court dresses, one cherry pink and the other pale yellow. Le Ning's almond-shaped eyes lit up immediately, and she unfolded them in surprise, comparing them to herself.

Too beautiful.

Completely ignoring her mother sobbing in the corner, she took off her clothes and started changing.

Standing to the side, looking at her daughter, who was only wearing thermal underwear and had a slender figure with perfect proportions, Zhou Ting felt a pang of sadness. The canary she had carefully raised had been eaten by a pig.

Seeing that Le Ning didn't know how to dress, he hung up the phone and went over to help her wrap her bra.

With an unfriendly look and a cold voice, he said, "These two sets of Tang Dynasty ladies' clothing are replicas I made at great expense. If you ruin them again..."

The white silk bra had only moderate elasticity; after wrapping it three times, it flattened out.

Le Ning retorted unhappily, "Why didn't my breasts resemble yours?"

Zhou Ting snorted coldly: "Women get bigger after giving birth..." She immediately regretted it.

Wearing a pink dress and a white shawl, Le Ning stood gracefully on the floor. Zhou Ting felt both emotional and helpless. She had her daughter sit on a chair and went behind her to help her put her hair into a simple bun, taking out a hollow hairpin from her bag and inserting it into her hair.

Standing in front of the mirror again, Le Ning was startled by her own reaction.

This is too pretty.

Looking down at her socks, she asked, "Where are my shoes?"

Zhou Ting said, "The skirt is floor-length, so just wear your own shoes."

Le Ning rarely showed interest in playing with anything, but girls always like to dress up. Looking at herself in the mirror as an ancient person, Le Ning felt a great sense of novelty.

"Mom, you should wear this too. When Xia An comes over, have him take a picture of the two of us with his camera."

Women don't accept getting old, and she wasn't initially interested, but seeing her somewhat dazzling daughter, Zhou Ting still made the change.

After changing, Le Ning chuckled, saying that the bra couldn't even contain her chest.

“When we were rehearsing the play, Xia An said that one day young people in our country would be willing to wear traditional clothing on the street, and that your business has potential.”

"He doesn't know anything."

……

Xia An received a text message from Xiao Le Ning instructing him to bring a camera. Coincidentally, he had just driven back the Bentley parked downstairs in his office building.

He rushed to the hotel with his camera, and the moment he opened the door, he thought he had traveled through time.

Good heavens, there are two princesses, one big and one small, inside the house.

The smaller one is graceful and pretty, the larger one... is wearing thermal underwear.

I took two photos of the mother and daughter from different angles. Xia An was then sent downstairs to wait, so she simply went to the hot pot restaurant.

Le Yuqun advised Zhou Ting over the phone: "It's already like this, what else can we do? Our daughter is grown up, she knows what she's doing, so don't get angry."

Zhou Ting strongly disliked her husband's laissez-faire parenting style, which made their daughter too independent, rendering her parents' words ineffective.

But undeniably, things have already come to this, so what else can be done?
Zhou Ting gritted her teeth and put a meatball on Xia An's plate, causing Xia An and Le Ning to exchange a glance.

He asked with his eyes: What's wrong with your mom?
Le Ning: I gritted my teeth until they were broken.

Xia An: ...

Xia An was relieved. There was no such thing as a couple that could be separated. All breakups were the result of weighing the pros and cons and giving up.

At the same time, he was also very moved. Le Ning's parry of the knife threat really saved him from a lot of infighting with his elders in the early stages. His daughter could quarrel with her mother, but if he took action, there would definitely be a rift in the end.

Smiling, Xia An poured Zhou Ting a glass of corn juice and said:

"Auntie, I will treat Le Ning well."

Zhou Ting sighed and said, "It's no use talking. It's your own path. I'll be leaving in a few days. Whether she suffers or not, she knows best."

Before Xia An could speak, Le Ning interjected, "I'm not wronged."

Zhou Ting pinched her thigh hard under the table, knowing that there was no use in being the bad guy anymore, so she angrily drank her beverage.

Xia An put some meat on Zhou Ting's plate, but Zhou Ting ate a couple of bites without much interest, feeling truly full. From this angle, Xia An noticed a small red mole behind Zhou Ting's earlobe, which was even translucent, showing that Le Ning's skin resembled her mother's.

Le Ning: "Mom, I've formed a band."

Zhou Ting: "..."

"I'm not angry, I'm not angry, I'm not angry..." Zhou Ting gritted her teeth and said coldly, "If you don't go on stage anymore, are you going to busk on the streets?"

Le Ning was about to argue back when Xia An poked her thigh under the table and interrupted, "Auntie, are you going to choose a shop in the food street?"

Zhou Ting glanced at him. "Originally, you were planning to open a small shop, but now you've thought about it and decided to go back to the university town in the provincial capital. That way, she won't be bothered by me coming all the time."

Xia An smiled and said, "There are many schools in the provincial capital, so we need to set one up here too. Our photography department is quite famous in the country. If you set up a period costume shop, there will definitely be a market for it. Even if people don't buy it, they can rent it out."

Zhou Ting neither confirmed nor denied the statement.

Xia An added, "But I think it's better to open it near a school than on a food street."

Zhou Ting raised an eyebrow: "I had thought about going into the school before, but the rent for shops inside the school was too high."

A small shop selling jianbing (Chinese crepes) with an 8-square-meter storefront has an annual rent of 100,000 yuan.

Xia An said, "Other schools are another matter, but our school will absolutely not require you to spend a single penny."

Zhou Ting looked at him without saying a word. She had heard her daughter talk about the small theater before, but she hadn't seen the actual situation yet, so who knew if it was just hype.

Xia An: "You'll know once you walk around the school tomorrow."

The weather was bitterly cold after the snowfall. Xia An accompanied the mother and daughter for a stroll around the food street, briefly explained the basic rent for the street, and then took them back to their hotel.

I walked him downstairs.

After closing the door, Le Ning quietly pulled Xia An to the room across the street.

Le Ning tackled Xia An to the ground and whispered with a low laugh, "I've won over my mom."

Lying down, Xia An reached out and touched her cold face.

Le Ning leaned against his chest and said, "I'm not wronged at all."

"I'm sorry to have troubled your mother," Xia An said with a smile.

"Ha, she always makes herself upset. She'll be fine in a couple of days."

Looking up into his eyes, Le Ning said, "She bought us two boxes of condoms."

"..." Xia An was both amused and exasperated: "I didn't expect this kind of gift."

Le Ning smiled, pursing her lips: "So today..."

Xia An shook her head slightly: "No, that's too disrespectful to her."

Le Ning smiled sweetly and nodded.

……

After taking a shower, Zhou Ting lay on the bed with a face mask on, listening to the laughter coming from the opposite room from time to time, trying to calm her anger.

The door was pushed open, and Le Ning pulled Wang Yue over, saying, "Mom, Yueyue also wants to try on that ancient costume. Can you teach her how to put it on?"

Zhou Ting's heart skipped a beat.

Wang Yue was thin and small, which was fine, but the female classmate surnamed Li behind her was far too muscular. Those two clothes cost several thousand yuan, and she couldn't possibly fit into them.
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Xia An was called to the dormitory by Xu Wanying again.

Xu Wanying already felt a sense of pressure when facing him, and now with the added weight of "three hundred million," her anxiety was clearly visible on her face.

She had no concept of 300 million before, but she was deeply impressed by what the principal said to the dean that afternoon.

Based on the current 06 salary standards, an ordinary person without special skills, without special opportunities or a special background, who works until the age of 60, and whose total income is calculated without spending a single penny, would have a little over one million but less than two million, and some might even have less than one million.

However, in reality, apart from the necessary expenses for daily survival and major expenditures such as housing, there are very few millionaires in daily life, based on bank savings. In China, it is basically one millionaire for every hundred people.

While hard work can lead to wealth, unless you are among the first to enter a blue ocean market and have a stroke of luck, becoming a multi-millionaire solely through hard work is impossible.

Billions, in cash.

It takes sifting through the population of a province to find a few scattered individuals.

Xu Wanying is not a snob, nor does she care about wealth or poverty. When you have a lot of money, you may not feel it yourself, but others will see you with an indescribable aura.

Looking intently at Xia An, Xu Wanying said, "The principal told me to give you a heads-up beforehand, and he'll talk to you later. He wants you to be a little more reserved during your speech."

(End of this chapter)