Chapter 992: Dad, I’m Back!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Outside a residential area in the north of Haicheng District, steam was floating out of a tofu stall.
This was the new shop of the Wu family’s tofu stall. Before the news of the demolition spread in South City, Wu Shaoqi had already chosen the location. Although this was not a prosperous area in Haicheng District, residential areas surrounded it. With the regular customers he had accumulated over the years from selling tofu, there was no need to worry about business.
Wu Shaoqi had sold tofu for his entire life. With this unique skill, Old Wu’s tofu became very famous in Baiyun City. Over the years, he had saved up a lot of money, and a few months ago, he invested it all into real estate.
Because of the trend of demolition in South City, Wu Shaoqi accurately targeted real estate investments because he received the news first. He bought two houses in Haicheng District and Wanbao District, and one in Zhonglou District. In the past few months, the prices of the houses he had acquired increased by twenty to thirty percent.
At eight in the morning, he already sold all the tofu from the stall. Wu Shaoqi tidied up the stall with Liangzi’s help.
Liangzi was seventeen years old this year and was the youngest in Wu Bi’s gang. He was smart and capable. Wu Bi had specially instructed him to help.
Wu Shaoqi knew his son sent Liangzi, but he would still give him a salary every month. Without his son by his side, at least Liangzi could accompany him.
In the shop, Wu Shaoqi was washing things with clear water, especially the wooden tray to press tofu. Since there would always be a lot of tofu residue on it, he had to brush it a few times to clean it.
At the side, Liangzi was tidying the tofu cloth. These had to be washed and dried on the same day because they would still be used the next day.
“Uncle Wu, aren’t you going to Auntie Mei’s to supervise the renovation? It’s getting late. Go over. I’ll handle this.” Liangzi looked at the time. It was almost half-past eight.
Because Wu Shaoqi recently had been helping Wang Yunmei with the renovation of her new house, he would go over after eight every day. It had already become a habit.
When Wu Shaoqi heard this, he said unhurriedly, “It doesn’t matter. We’ll be done in a while. If you do it yourself, it’ll take more than an hour.”
“It’s fine. I have nothing else to do,” Liangzi said casually.
As the two of them were talking, someone suddenly pulled the door open from the outside, causing the wind chimes on the door to ring.
“I’m sorry. The tofu today…” Wu Shaoqi apologized as he poked his head out to look at the door. However, when he saw the tall figure standing at the door, he was instantly stunned.
He was wearing dark jeans, a white T-shirt, a black leather jacket. He had a tall and strong figure. Wu Bi took off his sunglasses and looked at the stunned Wu Shaoqi with a faint and warm smile. “Dad, I’m back!”
Bang! The tool in Wu Shaoqi’s hand fell to the ground, and his eyes turned red.
His lips trembled in excitement as he dashed out and hugged Wu Bi!
Enveloped by immense emotions, Wu Shaoqi, a forty-year-old man, could not help but cry.
He could not remember how many years it had been since he had seen his son. Because of the self-reproach and guilt in his heart, Wu Shaoqi had always suppressed the strong longing for his son in his heart. He did not dare to ask or look for him.
Liangzi’s existence was like a bond between father and son, letting him know his son was still by his side.