sbdcsierra Chapter 86 My Mom Was a Literary Master in the 1990s
Chapter 86 My Mom Was a Literary Master in the 1990s
"If I didn't come and see for myself, how would I know I have such a big grandson? You didn't even suggest bringing him back to see us."
Seeing several elderly women pointing and whispering around him, Si Chenglin quickly stepped forward.
"Let's go to your place and talk. This isn't the place to chat."
When Si Chenglin got home, he went inside and his face darkened considerably.
"Abandoning your parents just to come to this place and live this kind of life?"
Si Yan, who had calmed down, looked a little embarrassed.
Actually, I have the money to renovate this place, but I'm planning to buy a house in a big city, aren't I?
We didn't spend any more money on this house.
Si Chenglin stared at Si Yan with a look of disappointment, then, as if remembering something, could only sigh helplessly.
"Where's Gu Cheng? Let him come out. I won't make things difficult for him because of you."
Seeing his daughter living this kind of life, Si Chenglin's anger dissipated.
Si Yan felt awkward for a moment after hearing this, and didn't know how to respond.
“Dad and Mom separated. He went to live in the city and started a new family. He doesn’t want us anymore.”
Gu Xiuyuan, who was standing to the side, suddenly spoke up, and his mood became somewhat downcast after he finished speaking.
Although I always acted carefree and nonchalant in front of my mother.
But when I said it out loud, I still felt a little sad.
"What? How dare Gu Cheng treat you like this?"
Si Chenglin clenched his fists in fury.
"How long ago was this?"
"Two years."
Si Yan responded casually.
"Fine, Si Yan, you've really made something of yourself now. You didn't even tell me or your mother about this huge incident. What are you trying to do? Do you really want to cut ties with us?"
Si Chenglin looked at Si Yan with disappointment, his eyes filled with heartache.
"No, Dad, if I thought that way, I wouldn't have submitted the article to the provincial newspaper."
Si Yan replied eagerly.
"Submitting a manuscript? So you were the one who submitted the science fiction to the provincial newspaper?"
"Yes, I've received the royalties."
Hearing this, Si Chenglin became even angrier.
"Then why didn't you reply to my letter? I personally sent you your royalties, and there's even my signature on the letter inside."
"I didn't notice that."
Si Yan glanced at Si Chenglin and gave an awkward smile.
Seeing Si Yan's ingratiating gaze, Si Chenglin waved his hand.
"Alright, there's no point in dwelling on these things. Let me tell you about your situation."
"Dad actually came to see you back then. I secretly helped Gu Cheng make his first fortune. I just thought that since he was good to you, if he could become rich, your life would be better too."
As he spoke, Si Chenglin looked at the environment where Si Yan and Gu Xiuyuan lived, and he gritted his teeth in anger.
“Who knew he would abandon you and your son as soon as he became rich? Don’t worry, Dad won’t let him get away with it.”
"Does Gu Cheng think his big clients are impressed by his abilities? They only gave him the orders because of me. Sigh, it's also my fault for not visiting you more often."
Si Yan was moved. She hadn't expected that the original owner of this body had been misunderstanding all along. After all, what parent would be willing to give up their beloved daughter?
Si Yan was chatting with her father about their past life, and her father also told her about the development of their family members after she left home.
The atmosphere between the two became increasingly harmonious, and Gu Cheng's friends in the provincial capital also mentioned Si Yan.
"Brother Gu, why haven't you been going out for drinks lately?"
“Oh, Jiaojiao won’t allow it; she can’t take good care of the child by herself.”
Gu Cheng leaned back on the bar sofa, looking very tired.
"Brother Gu, you're a big businessman, how can you stay home and take care of the kids? If you ask me, these days, wives are a bit insensible."
"That's right, Brother Gu, you shouldn't spoil her too much. Your previous sister-in-law wasn't this pretentious."
Liu Quan, who was sitting to the side, also complained.
"Don't say that. Jiaojiao is ten years younger than me, so it's normal for her to be immature."
Gu Cheng waved his hand impatiently, signaling them to stop talking.
"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. Let's congratulate Brother Gu on the birth of his son. Let's all have a drink together."
"Drink, drink, drink."
Suddenly, Liu Quan thought of something and asked another question.
"Brother Gu, have you been reading the provincial newspaper lately?"
"I haven't had time to read the newspaper lately. What's wrong? Is there any big news?"
Liu Quan stammered, unsure whether he should speak or not.
"Tell me, what's so special about a newspaper?"
"Newspapers are nothing special, but there's an article in it written by someone named Si Yan."
Upon hearing Si Yan's name, Gu Cheng was momentarily dazed; he hadn't seen her in a long time.
"It's just a coincidence of names. Si Yan didn't even go to university. Does her writing even qualify for publication in the newspaper?"
Gu Cheng tilted his head back and downed a glass of wine, saying with considerable disdain.
But he completely forgot that if it weren't for him, Si Yan would definitely have been able to go to university based on her own grades.
But people are always contradictory. On the one hand, they like to drag the bright moon in the sky into the mud, and on the other hand, they complain that the moon that has fallen into the mud has lost its dazzling light.
Little did he know that his smooth-sailing career was about to face a major upheaval.
Si Yan had long since reached a height that he could never reach.
After hearing that the martial arts novels featured in the Morning Light Storytelling Club were also submitted by Si Yan, Mr. Si from Wangjia Village...
His gloomy expression finally brightened.
"Yan Yan, there's still hope for you. You know how to improve yourself."
Si Chenglin suddenly thought of something and asked again.
"Yan Yan, when will you finish this novel? Dad thinks you wrote it well, but the Morning Light Story Club isn't very well-known. If your story is finished, Dad will contact a publishing house for you and publish it as a book, how about that?"
"That's no problem. I had this plan all along, and I still own the copyright to this story."
Si Yan answered calmly.
"Okay, but when do you plan to leave? Dad will pay for it if you don't have enough money."
"Dad, it'll be soon. I've entered the essay contest in Taipei City, and I've already sent out the manuscript. Once I receive a reply, I'll move to the city."
Zhao Yu had already paid Si Yan the money in advance; it was a full 50,000 yuan.
That's enough for Si Yan to buy an apartment in the provincial capital.
Upon receiving Si Yan's reply, Si's father breathed a sigh of relief.
After going through so much, my daughter has finally become smarter.
Si Yan was unaware that the reply she was waiting for from the essay competition almost never came through.