Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 914 - 915 Toxic Fatherly Love 47

Chapter 914: Chapter 915 Toxic Fatherly Love 47

Wu Hao ran to the green belt in the neighborhood, turned his head to look at the house behind him, and felt a sharp pang in his heart.

Just now, Zhang Yu’s words had truly cornered him—could it be that he wasn’t worried?

Of course he was worried, but could he say it out loud? He couldn’t.

His parents and siblings were unreliable, and Feng Min, the wife he fought tooth and nail to marry, had long since been on the verge of estrangement.

They didn’t get divorced, not for the sake of the children, but because they worked within the system. If they divorced, their positions at work would become even more precarious.

Wu Min, the child who thought her parents favored sons over daughters, had been harboring grievances for a long time. She might not treat them well in the future.

Wu Jian, his son for whom he had gone above and beyond to provide and pave the way, had clearly received the most resources from the family. Yet Wu Jian’s dissatisfaction was also growing by the day.

What could he do? Not nurturing them would lead to even bigger problems; in the future, they would blame him, claiming that it was his failure to educate them properly that left them without prospects.

Wu Hao felt deeply aggrieved, his eyes reddening.

On the balcony, Zhang Yu stood holding binoculars, staring at a certain spot and noticing someone repeatedly wiping away tears. "Feeling oppressed already? Feeling like your efforts haven’t been rewarded?"

"This is just the beginning."

"The worst hasn’t happened yet." The resentment from the children wasn’t even the worst case.

The worst case would be the twins scrambling to fight over the inheritance, completely disregarding their elderly father. Only out of consideration for his substantial retirement funds would they ensure he remained alive.

Alive—but just barely alive. As for quality of life, forget about it; survival itself was the only priority.

He’d eat leftover scraps, listen to constant complaints and grievances from the twins, breaking down repeatedly. Yet even wanting to die wouldn’t be easy, as the twins hoped for him to live.

Oh, Feng Min would receive the same treatment. After all, as spouses bonded for life, they naturally deserved to endure the same fate.

Li Cuifen saw Zhang Yu rush inside and was about to ask what had caused Wu Hao to come over when she noticed the girl barreling straight toward the balcony.

The elderly woman glanced down but didn’t see anything unusual.

"I’m watching Wu Hao. Just now, I asked him some sharp questions."

"For him? Someone so cold-blooded—is he likely to raise filial children?" Zhang Yu excitedly repeated her confrontation with Wu Hao.

The elderly woman had no interest in hearing Zhang Yu speak poorly of herself. "How could you be cold-blooded? You’re wonderful; you care for me so much."

"If you’re cold-blooded, then I doubt there are any filial children in the world."

"Besides, how he fares in the future has nothing to do with us. If life turns out poorly for him, it’s his choice after all."

Li Cuifen sighed, "I doubt I’ll live long enough to see him hit rock bottom."

"If he does, make sure to let me know. Only then can we rest easy in the afterlife."

Zhang Yu didn’t like hearing such talk from Li Cuifen and was visibly upset. "Grandma, how could you say that?"

"I know you miss my mom, but she has Grandpa and Uncle keeping her company in the afterlife—she’s not lonely."

"But me? If you’re gone, I’ll truly be all alone in this world."

"You should stay with me a little longer. When you’re with my mom and the others later, it’s not like they’ll lack your company."

"You promised me you’d see me get married and have kids."

"Besides, Grandma, I think Wu Hao’s happy days are numbered. His difficult life has already begun." The Wu Family now faced countless conflicts.

There were only four people in the household, yet everyone had their own agenda, operating completely at odds with one another.

Currently, Wu Hao was still working hard to support the household, covering the expenses for two children, managing to hold everything together.

But how about when they entered middle school—could he still manage then? Not to mention a few years later, when his parents would fall seriously ill back-to-back, requiring hefty medical expenses.

By then, Li Cuifen would already have passed away. Wu Hao would also have received a large inheritance, and as the responsible son with money on hand, he would generously take on the burden.

But now, with Li Cuifen still alive and Zhang Yu keeping her distance, there was no chance he would act the same way as he had in his past life.

Li Cuifen noticed Zhang Yu becoming agitated and immediately comforted her. "Of course I don’t want to leave you."

"Of course I want to see you get married and have kids."

"Didn’t you say you’d take me abroad to see the sights? I haven’t yet seen the scenery overseas."

"Exactly, we need to travel abroad and see the world." Zhang Yu had mentioned to Li Cuifen her intentions to get a driver’s license, for which the elderly woman was fully supportive.

"Once you get your driver’s license, we’ll buy a car. It’ll be much more convenient for outings with a car." During her last trip abroad, Li Cuifen had felt keenly the inconvenience of being without transportation.

Wow—Zhang Yu thought about whether Li Cuifen might gift her a car once she got her license, but her suggestion was barely out of her mouth before a car was already assured.

"I must pass the test in one go." Hahaha, she had absolute confidence in her ability to get her license.

Once she had the license, she aimed to get the car before Chinese New Year. She wondered what Wu Hao’s reaction would be when he found out.

He had gotten his license ages ago and had long hoped to buy a car, but he had waited and waited until inheriting Li Cuifen’s assets to finally buy one.

"I have to try hard—I want Wu Hao to know I’ve already gotten my license and even bought a car." As long as it made Wu Hao unhappy, Zhang Yu would be pleased.

Watching Zhang Yu, whose spirits were high, Li Cuifen felt the car purchase was entirely worthwhile.

"Yes, we’ll drive that car right in front of him. He’ll be utterly enraged." The elderly woman didn’t quite understand how appealing cars were to men.

But she knew Wu Hao was someone with a lot of vanity. Whatever others had, he had to push himself to obtain as well.

Zhang Yu nodded vigorously. "Exactly, exactly."

"Let’s make him so angry he’s left powerless to respond."

After moping for half the day, Wu Hao prepared to return home, unaware of Zhang Yu and Li Cuifen’s plans to provoke him.

Once school resumed, Zhang Yu became extremely busy, attending driving lessons on weekends while also prepping to learn a second foreign language, Spanish.

Wang Lei, upon hearing Zhang Yu was already starting on a second language, wasn’t surprised. "I knew it—you said you wouldn’t push yourself, wouldn’t work hard."

"But I knew you wouldn’t lay flat; you’d definitely get serious." Wang Lei ate with Zhang Yu every day and took the chance to gripe about various absurd encounters.

But when she learned Zhang Yu had chosen Spanish as her second language, Wang Lei was visibly startled. "Why not choose Japanese, or maybe French or German?"

"In Latin America, Spanish and Portuguese make communication easier."

"Once I learn Spanish, picking up Portuguese will be simple."

"As for Japanese, I’ll leave that for later." Zhang Yu already knew some Japanese and hadn’t planned to relearn it.

"No rush—just take your time." Wang Lei wasn’t worried about Zhang Yu slacking off. "You’ve got plenty of time."

"I’m busy too—there are so many books to read." Zhang Yu recognized Wang Lei thought studying philosophy was easy.

She really couldn’t explain it properly—philosophy was genuinely hard work.

Previously, Wu Hao had said her choice to study philosophy was useless, but he had been wrong. Philosophy graduates often found their way into the system.

The career paths were indeed narrow, and job opportunities were difficult to come by. Abroad, only wealthy students tended to study philosophy.

Haha—thinking about it now, it really did seem pretty useless. "They say philosophy students tend to go crazy after prolonged study." Zhang Yu joked self-deprecatingly.

"I’m just casually learning a major, that’s all." Okay, to be honest, Zhang Yu was already starting to feel a bit overwhelmed despite barely beginning.

"There are too many books to read—it’s exhausting." She truly regretted her choice, but there was no turning back. The path she had chosen, she had to walk on it—even if it meant crawling.

Forget it. Her expectations weren’t high. Passing would suffice. She simply refused to believe her own mind was inferior to others.