#113 - Chapter 113: Smoking two cigarettes at a time, so cool!
It was dusk.
Chen Hao dropped Deng Xiaoyan off at her home, then drove back to his own residential area, parking in a corner.
The next moment, two figures quietly appeared.
Originally, having Xiang Yan alone would have been enough, but the problem was that he couldn't drive.
No choice!
He had to find a partner.
"Don't follow so closely in the future; even Xiao Yan noticed it," Chen Hao said helplessly.
"Understood!" Xiang Yan chuckled softly.
"I won't be in danger at home, so you guys can wander around—Jinling is still a pretty good place."
"Okay!"
Xiang Yan agreed verbally.
In fact, he and his partner had to have one person on standby near Chen Hao at all times.
Taking shifts wouldn't be too tiring.
"I'm leaving first."
Chen Hao stuffed a black plastic bag into Xiang Yan's hands.
"Chen Dong, this…"
Xiang Yan was stunned.
He hadn't opened it, but he could guess what was inside.
At least tens of thousands!
"I told you to wander around; how can you wander without money?" Chen Hao waved his hand and walked away.
Xiang Yan wanted to say that he had been given a lot of money last time and really didn't need more.
But in the end, he didn't say it.
Since Chen Dong insisted on giving it, he couldn't refuse.
On the other side.
Chen Hao walked towards his building.
Looking up from downstairs, he noticed that the lights weren't on, so his parents probably hadn't gotten off work yet.
Suddenly!
Just as he entered the stairwell on the first floor, he was completely dumbfounded.
This residential area only had stairs; motorcycles couldn't be pushed upstairs.
From the day he bought this Suzuki King, it had always been parked in the stairwell on the first floor.
Now.
The Suzuki King was gone!
Was it stolen?
If it had been stolen in the past few days, his parents would have noticed it every time they went up and down the stairs, right? They would have called him.
But the possibility of it being stolen just today…
Was it really that coincidental?
Chen Hao immediately guessed the reason.
He was in college now.
He stayed in Shanghai for long periods and rarely rode the motorcycle, so…
He was furious!
Was that just a Suzuki King?
That was my youth!
Old Chen, since you sold my youth, don't blame your son for being impolite.
Back home.
His parents were indeed not there.
Xiang Yan also sent a text message.
He quickly rushed downstairs.
…
A beat-up Alto drove into the old residential area.
With Chen Fuhai's current conditions, he could easily own luxury homes and cars all over Jinling.
But!
He couldn't flaunt his wealth!
This was a unanimous decision by the couple.
"I wonder if our son will be back tonight," Li Lan muttered.
"He won't be back."
The car slowed down, and Chen Fuhai prepared to park: "He still has classes today, and it's not a short trip from Shanghai; there won't be enough time."
"Oh, right!"
Li Lan's mind stirred: "We told our son that using his bonus to open a store would be considered equity."
"This time when he comes back, should we… tell him the truth?"
The couple had a unified front with outsiders, claiming to earn ten yuan for selling one SP4.
That's what they said when others asked.
Even when others didn't ask.
They would still proactively tell people.
But…
Their son was a shareholder.
They couldn't keep hiding it forever, could they?
"No way!"
Chen Fuhai immediately shook his head: "The kid's temperament is unstable. If he knows we're earning so much, he might show off and tell everyone!"
"It's not good to keep it from our own son, is it?" Li Lan was a little soft-hearted.
"In the end, it's all going to be his anyway, right? Here's what we'll do!"
Chen Fuhai came up with a plan: "You go get two savings books. One will be in Xiao Hao's name, and we'll calculate his share based on earning ten yuan per unit."
"The other savings book will be in your name, and we'll split it according to the actual money earned. You save it for him first."
"We'll give it to him when he grows up."
Li Lan listened.
Good idea!
If they earned ten yuan per unit, they'd probably earned…
"It still seems like quite a lot!" Li Lan roughly calculated, still feeling it was a lot.
"Easy!"
Chen Fuhai came up with another plan: "Just tell him that earning ten yuan per unit only applies to what we sell in our own store. We earn less when we supply to other vendors—only two yuan per unit."
Li Lan couldn't help but shudder.
Two yuan per unit?
This dad is really black-hearted!
But…
They couldn't flaunt their wealth!
After the couple discussed it, they happily got out of the car.
"Mom!"
Suddenly.
A shout came from afar.
"Son?!" The couple widened their eyes.
He had classes today, and it wasn't a short trip from Shanghai to Jinling, so they thought their son couldn't possibly be back.
But…
He arrived home before them?
"Mom!" Chen Hao shouted excitedly.
"Son!" Li Lan ran over happily.
What a heartwarming scene of mother and son reuniting.
Chen Fuhai felt ignored and quickly wanted to run over too, to have a family reunion—he should at least join in, right?
"Master."
A man walked over and politely asked: "Excuse me, do you know where Building 2 is? I'm visiting relatives."
"Oh… Building 2? That way!" Chen Fuhai pointed the way.
"Thank you!" The man immediately took out a cigarette.
Chen Fuhai took the cigarette.
The other person helped light it.
"That…" Chen Fuhai didn't intend to light it, but the other person was too enthusiastic.
Snap!
The cigarette was lit.
Chen Fuhai glanced at his wife, who was reuniting with their son.
He only promised to smoke less; occasionally smoking one was fine.
Besides, how could he not accept the cigarette when someone offered it?
That would be impolite!
"Son…"
Just as he was about to go over, another voice came: "Master! Do you know where Li Qin lives? I'm a distant relative of his."
Li Qin?
Chen Fuhai was very familiar with this person.
"I know! He lives in Building 6, over there…"
"Thank you so much!"
The other person immediately offered a cigarette.
"No need, I have…"
"Here! Let me light it for you!" The other person lit the cigarette without explanation.
"It's not…"
"Take it!"
The other person directly stuffed the lit cigarette into Chen Fuhai's left hand.
Chen Fuhai was a little confused.
Asking for directions and offering a cigarette was standard practice in China, but after clearly seeing the other person smoking, why would they light a second one?
"Mom!" Chen Hao suddenly exclaimed: "Look at Dad! Smoking two cigarettes at once, how cool!"
Li Lan turned her head.
It was true!
"Chen Fuhai!" She roared: "Do you want to die?! Smoking two at once, why don't you go to heaven?!"
Chen Fuhai was instantly dumbfounded.
He looked at his left hand.
Then he looked at his right hand.
Indeed, he was holding a lit cigarette in each hand.
"Wife, let me explain…"
"Explain what ghost!" Li Lan dragged Chen Hao into the building: "Don't come home tonight; stay outside alone and smoke slowly!"
In the distance.
Xiang Yan and his partner hid behind a tree.
Seeing this scene, the two were almost laughing their heads off.
Being a son…
Is it really okay to坑爹 like that?
…
Li Lan returned home, seeing the food on the dining table, feeling both happy and distressed.
Her son was really sensible!
But…
That old guy Chen Fuhai, still so clueless at his age!
What kind of father was he?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
She directly locked the door and ate dinner with her son.
Likes to smoke, does he?
Then he can eat cigarettes for dinner.
And sleep with cigarettes tonight; don't come home either!
After dinner, just as Chen Hao offered to wash the dishes, Li Lan immediately refused.
Her son was tired from studying, and he finally came back on vacation and made such a big meal, how could she let him wash the dishes?
So.
While his mom was washing the dishes, Chen Hao quietly opened the door and went out.
In the hallway.
Chen Fuhai was sitting on the stairs.
There were no cigarette butts on the ground, so it seemed he wasn't smoking right now.
He had a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't dare light it at all.
Just holding it, satisfying his craving.
"Dad, are you hungry?" Chen Hao asked with a smile.












