My Co-renting Lady Boss
Chapter 690 The Car Ran Out of Gas

Chapter 690: Chapter 690 The Car Ran Out of Gas

"Sorry, sorry, I messed up."

Tang Ming apologized profusely, his face a mask of embarrassment. What a blunder this had turned into!

"Can we go now?" The middle-aged couple seemed quite frightened by Tang Ming and asked timidly.

"Of course, of course, it’s all my fault. I startled you and I’m really sorry!"

Tang Ming expressed his apologies, clearly mortified.

The couple then made a hasty retreat, as if fleeing.

"Damn it, I got it wrong altogether. Same pronunciation, different characters, and not even the same gender." Tang Ming sighed in disappointment, a false alarm. He couldn’t blame Ma Benyue for this; that guy only heard some news and didn’t know whether they were looking for Tang Ming or Tang Ming.

"Young friend, are you also looking for your parents?"

The kindly old orphanage director looked at Tang Ming and asked.

"Yes, I’m an orphan too. I heard someone was looking for Tang Ming and thought they were searching for me, so I came to check it out."

Tang Ming sighed and shook his head in resignation.

"Why do you think the person looking for Tang Ming is looking for you?"

The orphanage director scrutinized Tang Ming, puzzled.

"Because my name is Tang Ming."

Tang Ming replied distractedly.

"Who gave you your name?" the director pressed on.

"Of course, the old guy who adopted me..."

Mid-sentence, Tang Ming suddenly looked up at the director, realizing he’d made a serious mistake.

If his name was given by the old man, how could there possibly be any clues about Tang Ming at the orphanage? The old man had chosen the name after he picked him up, and it was even under the old man’s surname. This name had nothing to do with his own background.

"I am the director of this orphanage, and I’ve seen far too many orphans and parents looking for their children. Most just leave their kids behind and vanish, so you can’t rely on names to find your relatives; you need to look for physical traits, like birthmarks, scars, and such."

The director stroked his beard and reminded Tang Ming solemnly.

"Thank you for the reminder, director. I understand. I will definitely come to ask for your advice again," Tang Ming bowed respectfully, "but I have an urgent matter today. I need to get back to school for an exam, so I won’t impose any longer."

"The exam is important, let me walk you out."

The director was indeed a warmhearted person.

Afterwards, the director escorted Tang Ming to the gate. Tang Ming got into his car and waved goodbye to the old man, but just as he started the engine...

"Crap, I’m out of gas."

The car suddenly gave an alarm and went dead; Tang Ming checked and realized he had indeed run out of gas.

"What’s wrong?"

Seeing Tang Ming fiddling with the car for quite some time without leaving, the director asked with concern.

"My car has run out of gas. Is it easy to get a taxi around here?"

Tang Ming got out of the car and asked the director, clearly distressed.

"Well, what do you think?"

The director looked around with an embarrassed expression.

Turning around, Tang Ming saw that the orphanage was located in a secluded area of the North Suburb. Forget taxis; there weren’t even many private cars.

"No way? Fire Brother and his gang are being too considerate this time, afraid that I’d be upset, so they took off so quickly? How am I supposed to get back for the exam?"

Tang Ming cursed under his breath. Under the current situation, if he relied solely on his legs to run back, it was absolutely too late, even for a Six-star Martial Master like him.

"Since I’m here, I might as well stay."

The old dean patted Tang Ming on the shoulder and said indifferently, "You’ve just arrived in time for lunch. How about you stay and eat something, and then see if a private car comes by in the afternoon? You could borrow some gasoline to go back."

"It can only be this way... Eat?"

Tang Ming’s eyes lit up, and he looked at the old dean with gleaming eyes: "Dean, I am willing to donate two million to the orphanage, but you have to promise me a full meal today."

"Ah?"

The old dean was startled, not realizing that the student-looking guy before him was so wealthy – donating two million just for a meal, was the money burning a hole in his pocket?

"How about it, can we do that?"

Tang Ming stared hopefully at the dean.

"Of course, as long as you can get used to our simple food here, I guarantee you can eat as much as you want."

The old dean naturally had no objections—it was a no-lose deal for him.

"Then hurry and take me to the cafeteria, tell them to cook plenty."

Tang Ming couldn’t wait to dash into the orphanage.

When Tang Ming started eating in the orphanage’s cafeteria, the old dean and a bunch of staff were dumbfounded; they had seen people who could eat but never someone who could eat like this.

Tang Ming had the cafeteria’s staff bring everything straight to him, then opened up his belly and began feasting like mad.

"Have the kids had their lunch?"

The old dean swallowed hard and quickly looked to the cafeteria staff.

"They’ve eaten, they’ve eaten. It’s past two o’clock now, and all the kids are full," the cook nodded repeatedly.

"That’s good, that’s good. Otherwise, with his way of eating, the children would have to go hungry."

The old dean heaved a sigh of relief—this was an unbelievable appetite.

While eating, Tang Ming called Ma Benyue and had him transfer two million to the orphanage’s account. After receiving the money, everyone at the orphanage was very happy. Seeing how much Tang Ming could eat, a few of the cooks fired up the stoves again and made quite a lot more food for him.

Half an hour later, Tang Ming had almost finished eating and immediately stood up, bowing: "Thank you all for your hospitality. I have urgent matters to attend to now. I will be sure to repay this kindness in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for the old dean or others to respond, Tang Ming dashed out like a gust of wind.

School, Class One examination room.

The last subject was a foreign language exam, starting at two o’clock, but Tang Ming hadn’t come back.

All the students in the class were restless and anxious because of Tang Ming’s absence, especially Chen Cang and Li Xiaoli who were sweating profusely. Even if Tang Ming had good grades, missing a subject’s score would make it impossible for him to compete with Mo Hongsheng.

The total score for the four exams was 750 points, with 150 points each for the languages, math, and foreign language, and 300 points for the comprehensive test. Mo Hongsheng’s scores were always around 700 points in every exam, and without the 150 points from the foreign language exam, even if Tang Ming got full marks in the first three subjects, that would still only be 600 points—there was no chance of victory.

"Tang Ming, oh Tang Ming, my Tang Ming, please come back quickly?"

Chen Cang, gnawing on an eraser, was sweating profusely. This time he had bet all the Chen Family on it, and if Tang Ming couldn’t make it back in time, Chen Group would have to change its name.

Liu Mengting, Xia Wei’er, and others were all distracted, unable to focus on their tests, and all praying for Tang Ming to return quickly. However, the more they hoped, the more disappointed they became, and they were almost in despair towards the end.

As time ticked away, and with only thirty minutes left before the end of the exam, Mo Hongsheng finished his paper and turned around to notice that Tang Ming’s seat was empty.

"Has he not come back the entire time, or did he leave after finishing his paper?"

Mo Hongsheng couldn’t help but turn back and ask Xiao Wen.