Reborn: Instead of Chasing the School Beauty, I Chased Her Mother

At that moment, Pan Xiaodong came back.

Seeing his mother's disheartened appearance, Pan Xiaodong wanted to come up and ask what had happened.

"Mom, Ms. Zheng Yiyun, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so..."

Before Pan Xiaodong could finish, Zheng Yiyun cursed directly, "Get out!"

"Go back to your room!"

Pan Xiaodong was already a spineless wimp and was extremely afraid of Zheng Yiyun.

Unless something unexpected happened, he would never dare to talk back to Zheng Yiyun.

Seeing his mother so angry now, he was scared and hurried back to his room.

When Pan Yunhu came back, he sat down, listless, took a kettle, poured himself a cup of water, and downed it in one gulp.

"How's the bar doing, husband?"

Pan Yunhu burst out angrily, "That damned little bastard, it was obviously his doing."

"That bastard Zhang Yunhai died right in my bar, and now there's no one left in it."

"The customers, hearing that someone had died,"

"Were scared off. Many didn't even pay their bills."

Pan Yunhu's voice was full of rage; he didn't understand how things had gotten to this point...

"The bar's business is basically finished now."

"We're doomed."

Zheng Yiyun, thinking about the humiliations she had suffered that day, smashed the teacup in her hand vehemently onto the coffee table.

"That bastard!"

"Husband, you better deal with him fast!"

"Otherwise, I can't swallow this insult!"

Zheng Yiyun still firmly believed that Pan Yunhu could easily handle Li Zhiyan.

Pan Yunhu looked at his wife, who seemed to be suffering a grave injustice.

He felt somewhat confused inside, what was going on.

"This Li Zhiyan is not easy to handle. This was top secret, and he knew about it; it means there could be his people among us."

"I have to weed out the mole first."

"So, let's put this matter aside for now."

"Also, wife, we'll have to reduce your allowance to ten thousand a month from now on. With your salary, that should be enough for you to spend."

Hearing her allowance was cut to ten thousand, the extremely materialistic Zheng Yiyun was stunned.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing; previously, she was spending hundreds of thousands every month.

"What!"

"Ten thousand, that's not even enough for a bag. Pan Yunhu, are you still a man? How can you let your wife suffer like this?"

As she spoke, Zheng Yiyun was on the verge of tears.

"Wife, this is only temporary."

"You know, our family's Foot Bath City and the bar."

"Both are very important sources of income, and with two less now, there's much less money available."

Zheng Yiyun argued grievously, "But that doesn't mean you should reduce my allowance to ten thousand all at once."

"Wife, don't worry, it's only temporary."

"We need our funds for a real estate project that's coming up. You see how hot real estate is right now."

"If the real estate project is successful, the earnings will be immeasurable. Then, I could even give you five million for spending money."

Hearing about five million for spending money,

Zheng Yiyun's beautiful eyes filled with greed; to her, money was life, and a day without it was intolerable!

"You mean it?"

"Of course, have I ever lied to my wife?"

Then, Zheng Yiyun said with some suspicion, "But haven't you said before that the real estate market in Wancheng is too complicated and not easy to do?"

"This time, I've joined forces with one of Wancheng's big businessmen, President Li Jinfeng you've heard of her, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yiyun also expressed surprise, "You mean that famous real estate queen Li Jinfeng?"

Her voice was full of envy; Li Jinfeng's family was worth genuinely tens of billions, or even more.

Her tactics and beauty were very famous throughout Wancheng.

Zheng Yiyun had fantasized about having Li Jinfeng's wealth, which would be the true perfect life.

"Yes, Sister Li."

"Soon I'll have the chance to meet her. I'll take you with me when the time comes. If this project succeeds, we really won't have to worry about money anymore."

"That's fantastic, husband!"

"But remember to be careful about what you say in front of Li Jinfeng. She's someone I really can't afford to offend. I'm afraid if I do, one day my head will be on the mountain top and my feet halfway up the hill."

Speaking, Pan Yunhu's voice carried a hint of fear.

The means and background of this real estate queen of Wancheng were immeasurable. Even with his nine-figure fortune, he was a small fry in front of Li Jinfeng.

...

The next day, when Li Zhiyan woke up, the first thing he did was look for something to eat.

After freshening up and arriving at the dining room, Li Zhiyan sat down and began to savor his mother's cooking.

Though he had been eating it for many years, he had never tired of it.

"Mom, your cooking is delicious."

"You still haven't had your fill after so many years?"

"Of course, Mom, I could eat your food for a lifetime and still not have enough."

In his previous life, after he had lost his mother, Li Zhiyan truly realized how precious it was to have loved ones by your side.

Therefore, he cherished his current life very much.

"Alright, then Mom will cook for her son for a lifetime."

Patting Li Zhiyan's head, Zhou Rongrong's eyes were full of fondness.

After breakfast, Li Zhiyan took his Mercedes-Benz E-Class and went directly to the Brotherhood Internet Cafe, planning to relax for a while, and then give Su Mengchen a massage in the evening.

Meanwhile, the 911 was left in the garage.

In weather like this, it was actually inconvenient to drive a Porsche.

"The task for Ding Baijie is about to start."

Li Zhiyan glanced at the task list; his heart ached for his sister-in-law, and he thought it was best to divorce sooner. Later on, he would simply call her "Sister," which sounded much nicer than "sister-in-law."

"One thousand yuan not given, and then my sister-in-law, in order to return the money to me, scavenges for scraps everywhere—what a bizarre situation."

"That damned Zhang Wu, he has no idea that with his meager abilities, he was able to marry such an outstanding wife through a child betrothal—is his ancestral grave billowing with blue smoke or what?"

"He is truly a despicable Zhang Wu."

Li Zhiyan despised Zhang Wu down to his bones, especially for even thinking of hitting on his mother.

After parking the car at the entrance of the internet cafe, Li Zhiyan remembered the phone call from Yin Xueyang last night, who had taken the initiative to call him.

"Does this woman have feelings for me now?"

"I should give her a call..."

Li Zhiyan thought for a moment and then took out his phone.