Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 613 - 614 Sister Like Mother 31_1

Chapter 613: Chapter 614 Sister Like Mother 31_1

"Right, that’s what I think too. I thought to myself, since I’m not the child he hoped for, why bother thinking about inheriting the family business? I might as well go out and start my own business."

"Although I don’t know how it will turn out, at least, good or bad, it’ll be my own enterprise. No one can deny my efforts, and no one can force me out."

"And I’ve been so obedient, not fighting with his beloved woman’s child over the family business—shouldn’t there be some compensation in other areas?" There were some things he couldn’t say in front of Mother Zhao, and as for so-called friends, Zhao Lei wouldn’t tell them either.

"Of course. The stakes are high, aren’t they? You’re giving up not a small fortune, but a huge company." It was obvious from how well Zhao Lei and his mother lived, and the other woman too, that Father Zhao’s company was no small venture.

But the future problems wouldn’t be minor, either. Once Zhao Lei succeeded in taking over, there would be people who wouldn’t take it lying down. But after all, as the legitimate eldest son, even if the illegitimate children were dissatisfied, they’d have to put up with it.

Now that Zhao Lei had given it up, in the eyes of those people, everyone came from the same starting point. Why should others rise to the top when they couldn’t? It was inevitable there would be some turmoil as they struggled to succeed.

"Knowing I’m no longer the roadblock in their way, they’ll face many more obstacles, and they won’t focus on me." What’s more important, he wouldn’t become a scapegoat.

Once that woman had a child, Zhao Lei believed that Father Zhao, in order to conceal the truth, would certainly propose to nurture him, his eldest son, as a thorn in everyone’s side.

With that in mind, it was better to jump ship early. "I’m going to study computer science in the future."

Although Father Zhao was somewhat disappointed in his son Zhao Lei, he really hadn’t skimped on him in material terms.

Something like computers, that’s something he had prepared for very early on. What boy doesn’t like computers?

"That’s great. The future is the era of computers. Working in the computer industry, I think your prospects must be very bright," Huang Man fully supported.

"When the time comes to establish a huge group, your net worth will far surpass your dad’s."

As Huang Man spoke, an idea popped into her head, "When you start your business, I mean, if I have the money, can I invest?"

Although she didn’t know whether Zhao Lei’s entrepreneurship would be successful, she had to at least make an attempt.

"Of course you can." Zhao Lei hadn’t expected that just by mentioning his future field of study, Huang Man would offer to invest, and he readily agreed.

At this moment, he didn’t know whether he would start a business, or whether he would still be in contact with Huang Man by then, or even if she would have the money.

"Then I need to work hard to make money."

"To catch up with the speed of your earnings." She had to work hard to make money, only then could she invest and have a chance to win without lifting a finger.

The afternoon exam also ended quickly, and the results were out after just over an hour.

When Mrs. Zhao learned the results were out, she anxiously awaited the outcome. When she heard Zhao Lei’s exam scores from the teacher herself, she was stunned, incredulously turning to Zhao Lei, "Son, you scored so high?"

Since her son started junior high, Mrs. Zhao had really given up on his grades; she no longer dared hope his grades could be in the top hundred of his grade or anything like that.

All she truly hoped for was that his grades would be passable so that every parent-teacher meeting, she wouldn’t be the one whose child was singled out for criticism.

Unexpectedly, the tutor they had hired, not even a formal teacher, had genuinely improved his grades.

"Thank you." Mrs. Zhao handed over the payment she had prepared in advance and, after sending the teacher away, she thanked Huang Man profusely.

Of course, there was also the customary red envelope. Huang Man didn’t refuse it; she thanked Mrs. Zhao and accepted the envelope, and given its thickness, it could be said that the amount was certainly not small.

"I don’t know how things will go on..." Since Huang Man had been doing quite well tutoring, Mrs. Zhao naturally hoped she could continue.

Given this reward, Huang Man of course wanted to keep at it, but there was no way she could, "I can only come out two days a week in high school, is that okay?"

"That’s fine." Although Mrs. Zhao wasn’t entirely satisfied with having tutoring sessions only twice a week.

She understood that Huang Man, being a senior year student, would definitely focus more on her college entrance exams.

"During the winter break, I can do the same as now." What was there to do at home during winter break? In the past, the original host was busy with all sorts of chores.

Now that it’s her turn, of course, she would try hard to earn money instead.

"Good, good, good." Mrs. Zhao was aware of the strained relationship between Huang Man and her family; she found it a bit odd that Huang Man didn’t spend the New Year with her family.

She didn’t ask, as improving her son’s grades was the most important thing.

Thus, Huang Man successfully ended this money-making trip.

She was extremely cautious all the way, as those three brats were fairly wild, and she couldn’t seem too concerned about it.

On her way home, filled with anxiety, she barely caught her breath when she heard Zhao Mei’s angry voice.

"Huang Man, you always know how to run outside, can’t you keep an eye on Little Xin and their homework?"

Today, seeing the village children frantically rushing to complete their homework, Zhao Mei suddenly remembered she had forgotten to ask Huang Xin how much of their summer homework was done.

From their clueless expressions, she realized that the two kids had actually forgotten about their summer homework altogether.

Was this her responsibility? Huang Man looked at the furious Zhao Mei, "Didn’t you say that they would do it themselves and told me not to fuss?"

"Their own summer homework, they aren’t worried, so why should I be?"

"I have said before that I have been responsible for my own learning since I was young, and no one watched over my studies, and I still did quite well."

"They are about to enter ninth grade, they can be responsible for their own lives."

"If they can’t take responsibility for their lives, that’s fine too, because their grades definitely won’t get them into high school."

Huang Man placed her things in her own room, "Huang Xin, school is about to start, you guys should start your homework."

"Mom has already blown up." Huang Man called out a few times, "Alright, Mom, I’ve already told them to do their homework."

Huang Xin and Huang Lina had also forgotten about their summer homework. They weren’t worried at all originally, because Huang Man would eventually tutor them, looking even more anxious than they were.

Unexpectedly, this time Huang Man’s attitude changed completely; she wasn’t concerned whether they did their homework or not.

Even when Zhao Mei got angry, she only reminded them to remember to do their summer homework, with never a word about asking for help if they encountered difficulties.

Huang Lina, with impatience written all over her face, flipped through the homework, only to find the questions completely unfamiliar, staring dumbfounded, with no idea where to begin.

What to do? Huang Lina had wanted to show some backbone and not help if not asked, but now faced with the homework she couldn’t do.

A helpless Huang Lina still had to decide, even if it meant being ridiculed by Huang Man, that she could only ask that person for help.

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