93: Chapter 93 Father Shen: Will I One Day Return Home in Glory?

Over the next few days, Feng Jiayue catered to Shen Weiyue's every whim.

You simply cannot imagine how alluring it is to watch a stunning beauty with a killer figure perform acts of fawning submission.

She was clearly new to this world, yet for Shen Weiyue, she willingly complied with every pose. Though raw and inexperienced, she was bold, radiating a unique charm.

He was like an old monk, while she was a temptress.

If he acted like a devil, she would play the bodhisattva.

Regardless, the positives and negatives cancelled out, the yin and yang balanced, and the acidity and alkalinity neutralized.

Honestly, if Feng Jiayue had gone to university, she would definitely have been on the level of a School Beauty.

Her younger sister, Feng Jiaxin, was the same.

It is a pity that fate played a cruel trick; these twin lotus flowers were born in a poor, patriarchal village, and before meeting Shen Weiyue, they were both dressed like simple, rustic village belles.

But if she intended to use her beauty to keep Director Shen, she was overthinking it.

Shen Weiyue had always been a man who kept his rationality and emotions strictly separated. Especially after being heartlessly rejected by Liang Yuting, his rationality constantly ground his emotions into the dust, arrogant and unyielding.

On the final afternoon.

Watching Shen Weiyue coolly pull on his pants, Feng Jiayue knew she had failed once again.

This man could not be teased, nor could he be tied down.

She only hoped that the intimacy of these past two months would leave a deeper mark in his heart, and that he wouldn't forget her too quickly.

...

The next day.

Shen Weiyue took his parents and got into the SUV arranged by Brother Crow, heading towards the Guangzhou Railway Station.

At this time, there were no direct trains from Shenzhen to Chengdu. Shen Weiyue, unwilling to endure the misery of riding a bus again, had booked three sleeper tickets.

At the time of departure.

Shen Guofang and his wife waved goodbye to their fellow workers with great reluctance, still dazed even after the car left the city and got on the highway.

How did they suddenly stop working?

How did he suddenly collect his wages and leave the construction site?

When they left, the project manager had led people to give them a grand send-off and even arranged for a private car to take them; such a display was truly damn terrifying.

And all of this was because of that good son sitting in the passenger seat playing with his phone.

Three days ago, Shen Weiyue had suddenly found them and stated directly that he had quit their jobs for them, bought the tickets, and told them to pack their luggage quickly to return to their hometown in three days.

When asked what they were going back for?

The brat had said with a straight face that they were going back to renovate the house!

He had even said that the money was already prepared, and he had entrusted Uncle to contact and purchase the bricks and cement in their hometown, just waiting for the couple to go back and start the work!

The little bastard had kept everything from them and arranged it all so clearly, leaving them so dumbfounded at the time that they completely forgot to resist.

But resisting wouldn't have been any use anyway.

Manager Zhang had already signed off, the foreman had come to pay them, and everything was settled and finished; they had to leave.

This brat Shen Weiyue had made the decision for his father without saying a word.

Damn it!

"Old man, why are you looking at me with such a fierce expression?"

Shen Weiyue had just finished sending a message to Zhao the Fox. He looked up and saw Old Shen in the rearview mirror looking at him with unkind eyes, so he asked with dissatisfaction.

A father sees his son is still alive, reaches for his belt; the atmosphere felt off.

"What do you mean, what? You son of a bitch, you went behind my and your mother's back and did such a huge thing. I won't even mention that you quit our jobs, but you ordered construction materials before we even got back to our hometown? Is that any way to mess around?"

Shen Guofang was aggressive, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

He was mainly worried about the money; what if they got scammed by some unscrupulous merchant?

No, I have to ask clearly!

"Where is the house being renovated, and how much is it going to cost?"

"Right on our homestead in our hometown, building two floors. You don't need to worry about the money. Factory Director Huang from the Cement Factory said he'd give it to me half-price, and he even introduced me to a brick factory that gave me a discount, so it won't cost much."

"You've arranged everything, so what are we going back for?"

"Don't we need to hire people to renovate the house and pay them wages? Don't we need someone to cook and arrange food and drinks? If you two don't go back to handle these things, are you expecting me to quit university?"

Shen Weiyue continued to grill his old man, asking until Shen Guofang's momentum weakened significantly.

"Mom, you be the judge. If we don't renovate the house, where will I go when I come back for the New Year? If I start dating, where will my girlfriend go when she comes back with me?"

"My baby boy makes sense. Shen Guofang, shut your mouth. Just honestly follow the arrangements. Do whatever you're told to do. It's not like you have to pay for it!"

Hearing the words 'girlfriend', Luo Chunhong immediately woke up from her dazed state, glared fiercely at Old Shen, and stood firmly on her son's side.

Shen Weiyue chuckled inwardly, but on the outside, he began to soothe him again: "Dad, think about it. This time when we go back to renovate the house, what will the people in the village think?"

Old Shen's eyes narrowed, and he instantly straightened his back.

What would they think?

They would be green with envy, those bastards.

When they ask, I'll tell them proudly that the money was earned by my son, and that he even got into a prestigious university. He's so young and already knows how to be filial to his father.

Actually, I didn't want to come back to renovate the house, but my son is just too filial. He insisted on building me a new house, so I had no choice but to come back reluctantly.

Hmm, this way, Old Third Zhang, who previously said that me supporting my child's education was a waste of money and that I should have renovated the house instead, will be so envious he'll cry.

Hahaha, satisfying!

Hurry up, I can't wait to go back.

Shen Guofang performed a wonderful inner monologue in his heart, to the point that the corners of his mouth couldn't help but stretch to his ears, and the next second he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hehehe."

Shen Weiyue knew at a glance that the old man had bought into it.

Very good, effortless.

However, he decided to add more fuel to the fire to firmly bind his parents' focus to the new house.

"Dad, Mom, think about it. If you don't go back to keep an eye on our new house, what if they cut corners?"

"A brick is thirty cents, a bag of cement is twenty or thirty yuan. What if someone steals the bricks or the cement?"

"After the shell of the house is built, it still needs renovation. By then, tiles will be even more expensive, plus all sorts of appliances. All of this needs to be guarded..."

The more Shen Guofang listened, the more anxious he became. He exchanged a look with Luo Chunhong, and both of their expressions darkened.

Go back!

Must go back immediately!

He knew the character of the people in his hometown village too well; they would even taste the saltiness of a bucket of manure while passing by, so stealing a few bricks or bags of cement was something they would definitely do.

"I've thought about it. My son is right. I have to go back and watch over it!"

"That's right. Actually, in other words, Dad, this is called returning home in glory. You should be happy about it."

"Hehehe."

Shen Guofang chuckled foolishly again, and Luo Chunhong couldn't help but laugh as well.

The family of three was immersed in their own joy.

It takes thirty-seven hours to travel by train from Guangzhou to Chengdu, and then another few hours by bus from Chengdu to their hometown in Lingshan County, totaling over forty hours.

Thus, two days later, Shen Weiyue's family appeared at the entrance of the village.

Uncle Zhou Jianguo and cousin Zhou Xiaonan were on-site directing a dump truck to unload cargo; red bricks and cement were piled high like a mountain, and seeing them return, they happily went to greet them.

Many people from the village gathered to watch the excitement. Seeing Shen Guofang and his wife return, they asked curiously: "Guofang, where did you borrow the money to renovate the house? This must cost at least tens of thousands!"

Old Shen straightened his back, waved his hand with feigned indifference: "Who said anything about borrowing money? It was all earned by my son!"

This time, even Uncle and Zhou Xiaonan were stunned.

Where did Shen Weiyue earn it?

Sixty or seventy thousand in two months? Even being a gigolo wouldn't be that fast, right?