Deng family members did not withstand the test, upon hearing that Deng Juan owed external debts they immediately severed ties.
Deng Juan had anticipated such a reaction.
But her family being so heartless still made Deng Juan very upset.
Being upset was unavoidable, life had to go on, Deng Juan hid in the restroom and cried heartily, after leaving the restroom she had sorted her emotions, and became the Deng supervisor who needed to coordinate the operations of several ‘Shrimp King’ stores again.
Each month there were different roles to adapt to, the adult world was never easy, each had their own difficulties.
For example, at this moment, Peng Zong sitting at the same table with Teacher Liang.
No matter how big the business deal, Peng Zong was always confident, particularly steady.
When questioned by Xie Jinghu, Peng Zong was not afraid at all, if politeness did not work he simply pushed back hard, Xie Jinghu could do nothing about him.
Having dealt with businessmen and politicians, various big shots Peng Zong had interacted with, the teachers from Rongcheng’s provincial key school, presumably would not be more troublesome than those big shots.
Under Grandpa Peng’s request, Peng Zong accompanied his wife to visit Teacher Liang.
Teacher Liang’s home was not large, the furniture and decorations were quite simple, just for some reason, Peng Zong sitting on the Liang family’s sofa felt all sorts of discomfort.
Why was that?
Was it Teacher Liang’s meaningful scrutiny, or the perfunctory handshake?
Peng Zong pondered various possibilities in his mind, but remained composed on the surface.
In front of the Peng couple, Teacher Liang praised Peng Guoqing lavishly.
With a score of 474, no matter how much praise it could not produce a flower, Teacher Liang praised Peng Guoqing’s learning attitude.
In Teacher Liang’s words over the phone, it was exceptionally upright.
The unworthy playboy son, in Teacher Liang’s mouth, almost became a pillar of the nation.
Mrs Peng smiled so widely she could not close her mouth, “Guoqing developing a good learning attitude is inseparable from your efforts, you truly are our family’s benefactor.”
One dared to praise, one dared to believe, Peng Zong’s eye twitched.
He this expression, was interpreted by Teacher Liang as “disdain”, Teacher Liang was furious.
Peng Zong soon paid the price for his slight, the teacher who had taught in key middle school for many years, was too skilled at questioning.
Regarding son Peng Guoqing’s learning progress, Peng Zong knew nothing at all, only knew this final exam was 474 points, a year ago when Peng Guoqing just transferred what was the score, Peng Zong could not answer.
Which subjects Peng Guoqing liked to study, which he disliked, Peng Zong did not know.
What Peng Guoqing liked, what he disliked… Peng Zong still did not know.
Speaking of Peng Guoqing’s career planning, personal pursuits, Peng Zong still could not answer.
Mrs Peng at first enjoyed watching her husband make a fool, gradually, Mrs Peng’s smile disappeared.
So it was not wrong to criticise this damned man, as a father knowing nothing about his son was a huge mistake!
Teacher Liang was very heartbroken, “Mr Peng, money cannot be earned endlessly, but children only have one adolescence. This is a very important life stage, whether boy or girl, their growth needs the ‘father’s’ participation, the ‘father’s’ absence easily causes character defects in the child. Although I am a teacher, actually I do not fully agree with ‘scores only’, character and breadth of mind are more important than scores, it is not easy for a child to grow up healthy and sound!”
Not connecting with the child now, not understanding the child, missing the most important growth stage of the child, later blaming the child for not achieving, not being close to oneself, was it useful?
Teacher Liang criticised Peng Zong for not caring enough about Peng Guoqing, this was also a fact Peng Zong himself could not refute.
Being able to make money was very impressive.
But those who could make money were not only Peng Zong alone.
Teacher Liang felt Peng Zong had a big heart, completely free-range with son Peng Guoqing, had he not considered that Peng Guoqing might squander the family fortune in the future?
Peng Zong, “…”
Of course Peng Zong had thought about this question.
In fact, Peng Zong once had no hope of handing the business to his son to manage, he could manage one day at a time, when he had no energy that day just hand to professional managers.
Peng Guoqing?
Waiting to receive dividends each year would do!
His wife’s face looked ugly, Teacher Liang nagged like Tang Seng, Peng Zong did not dare to say his real thoughts.
Teacher Liang talked with Peng Zong for a full two or three hours, Peng Zong’s mind wandered not knowing what year it was tonight, finally, Teacher Liang’s throat was tired from speaking, planning to let Peng Zong off for now.
From wandering in space to returning to earth, Peng Zong took the opportunity to bid farewell, Teacher Liang saw the couple to the door, suddenly called Peng Zong again, “Mr Peng, is it convenient to leave a contact? I mean not the secretary’s contact, but the kind that can directly reach Mr Peng.”
Under his wife’s gaze like sharp blades, Peng Zong gave Teacher Liang a private business card.
“You can call me anytime.”
Teacher Liang was barely satisfied, “You rest assured, except for matters related to student Peng, I will not disturb Mr Peng.”
Down the stairs, Peng Zong’s brows had not relaxed, Mrs Peng turned her head and sneered, “Did Teacher Liang say one wrong sentence? Not at all!”
With the Peng family not present, Mrs Peng was unwilling to play the virtuous wife, in anger she left Peng Zong on the spot and walked away herself.
Peng Zong let the driver slowly follow behind his wife, one striding ahead in front, the other sitting in the car looking at documents.
Suddenly the driver was a bit panicked, “Mr Peng, I lost Madam!”
Peng Zong could not sit still, “What do you mean lost?”
Lost meant lost.
The driver was not familiar with Rongcheng, delayed by a traffic light, turned a corner and lost sight of Mrs Peng.
Peng Zong quickly called his wife, Mrs Peng had turned off her phone.
Standing on the street looking around, unfamiliar street scenes, unfamiliar crowds, Peng Zong panicked for a moment.
Calling son Peng Guoqing again, Peng Guoqing was being pampered by the whole family as the group pet, suddenly hearing his biological mother was missing, Peng Guoqing exploded on the spot, “You can scold me if you dislike me, why make my mum angry?”
Peng Zong was headache from anger by his playboy son, “Arguing with me is meaningless, now first find your mum, right do not tell about this… forget it, say if you want.”
White secretary had tried his best to arrange, the Peng family large group all squeezed in the villa rented by White secretary, everyone under one roof, since Peng Guoqing knew how could it be hidden?
Peng Zong made this call, thinking if his wife would take a taxi back to the residence first, let Peng Guoqing see and report back.
Peng Guoqing did not disappoint his biological father, hung up the phone and sold his father clean on the spot.
Grandpa Peng was very angry, put down the newspaper and looked for a stick all over the house, threatening to beat the disobedient son to death.
Grandma Peng was equally angry, “Such a good daughter-in-law he does not cherish, every day only knows to make Xiao Xiao angry.”
On this side, Peng Zong was not idle either, let the driver circle around nearby more, he himself got out to search.
Near the new year, Rongcheng’s streets and alleys were full of new year flavour, selling spring couplets, selling new year pictures, and various snacks and fruits.
Adults holding children, a family of three lively and bustling.
Did not know how long he walked, Peng Zong wanted to call the police.
A child threw firecrackers at Peng Zong’s feet, Peng Zong wanted to lose temper but could not, the mischievous child had run far, suddenly, he saw a familiar back.
Mrs Peng squatted in front of a sugar painting stall, squeezed with a group of children, watching with great interest as the stall owner used a spoon to draw sugar paintings.
Originally full of anger Peng Zong, seeing his wife holding sugar paintings in both left and right hands, the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared.
“Zhu Xiao!”
Mrs Peng holding the sugar paintings turned her head, smiling brilliantly, seeing it was him, the smile on her face receded again.
Peng Zong lowered his head in surrender, “I accept all of Teacher Liang’s criticisms, from today I will definitely learn how to be a qualified father, believe me.”
