Reborn 1980: Cannon fodder mother changes her life against fate

"Seriously?" The man's voice was magnetic and hoarse, and Shen Jiajia suddenly felt a little reluctant to hear it. After all, she was obsessed with him.

But once the words have been spoken, they cannot be taken back spinelessly.

What she expected was that Song Zhiyu would definitely keep him, and then she would act like a coquettish girl and get off the road...

"Okay, that's it."

Pat, hang up the phone.

Shen Jiajia stared at the phone in disbelief, flustered and apparently unable to react.

When her best friend came to see her, she heard this and said, "What are you doing, blowing off a good partner like this?"

"I...I just want to scare him and make him cherish me. I don't really want to break up." Shen Jiajia cried until the tip of her nose was red and she was out of breath.

"So, when you proposed breaking up, he agreed directly without even a single word of apology."

This is what makes Shen Jiajia sad.

My best friend hugged her chest speechlessly and said angrily: "I must have cheated on you."

"Good men are extinct in this world. Before, you swore in front of me that your Song Zhiyu would pick a good man from a thousand miles and be the infatuated one. What about now?"

"It's true that you are one in a million, let's forget about the infatuated ones. Maybe the front foot goes abroad, and the back foot is stealing food, and staying in the country without telling you is Wang Baochuan."

Shen Jiajia covered her ears and refused to listen to her best friend's every word.

"Don't be a coward. What's going on now?"

"I don't know." He buried his tearful face in the pillow and muttered.

Seeing how uncomfortable she was, her best friend couldn't say anything more, so she sat over and hugged her friend, saying softly: "He is not lucky to leave you."

Song Zhiyu, who was far away in the CBD of New York discussing official business, was worrying about the few percentage points on the contract. The gringos were all over the place, especially those in the investment banking and financial circles.

When dealing with them, you must be very alert and don't be careless.

It was almost late at night when he drove into the underground parking lot. He didn't rush to turn off the engine and go upstairs. He sat in the car for a while. After smoking a cigarette, he picked up the phone and called Shen Jiajia.

The call was dialed and the call was answered instantly, but neither of them spoke.

The only sound on the microphone was the rustling of Song Zhiyu playing with the leather seats.

After he found a comfortable position to lean against, he lightly opened his thin lips and said, "Jiajia."

"Well, you said."

Quiet electricity surged in the wireless microphone. Song Zhiyu pinched the bridge of his nose and between his eyebrows, and said tiredly: "What happened last night..."

"I drank too much last night and I don't remember what I said." Shen Jiajia interrupted him very quickly.

It's a pity that it's useless. Men are always more decisive and indifferent than women.

He said: "Jiajia, I'm sorry."

Shen Jiajia pinched a corner of the pillow, tears falling from the corners of her eyes, shaking her head and choking: "No... please." Don't continue talking.

"You also know that my company has just been established and I have a lot of things to do. I am busy every day and can't find time for you. I don't want to drag you down. Maybe it's better for both of us to separate now."

Shen Jiajia burst into tears and kept mumbling: "No, we won't break up."

Song Zhiyu listened close to the microphone for a while. Although he felt uncomfortable, he still pressed the hang up button resolutely.

It took a long time for Lu Chuyao to find out about the two's breakup.

She flew to New York to see her son and visit old friends.

The moment I stepped into my son's apartment, I felt a sense of coldness.The thick, floor-length curtains were tightly closed, making it airtight.

Turning on the chandelier in the living room and looking at the dark gray decoration and furnishings in the room, Lu Chuyao complained: "Plants have to carry out photosynthesis, let alone people. People should not be depressed if they stay in such an environment all day long."

Song Zhiyu followed his mother and shrugged helplessly. Anyway, he felt good.

He habitually fell into the comfortable sofa, crossed his legs, and looked like a carefree playboy. The mother couldn't stand it. When he sat down, he slapped his son in the face, and the sound landed on his son's knee. The sound was very clear.

Song Zhiyu grinned as he held his knee in pain.

"Mom, you're getting more and more aggressive. Why don't you let my dad practice at home?"

His father is so pitiful!

Lu Chu glanced at his son and sneered: "Try talking nonsense again."

"OK", forced by the empress dowager's intimidation, Song Zhiyu obediently shut his mouth.

Mother and son rarely meet each other, and Song Zhiyu specially schedules time to accompany her mother to eat and go shopping, drive her for drives, and visit friends.

The car was speeding on the New York highway. The scenery along the road was vast and magnificent. The sun slowly rose from the ground in the distance, and the white glare was dazzling.

Lu Chuyao pushed up his sunglasses, put his elbow against the window frame, and suddenly asked his son who was driving: "Are you and Jiajia okay?"

"..."

Hearing no reply, Lu Chuyao turned his head in confusion and stared at his son's handsome profile: "Are you having trouble?"

"broke up."

"Why?" The two young people had been dating for several years, and she thought they would eventually get married.

Song Zhiyu: "The reason for being in a different place", his answer was concise and to the point.He is not used to talking about his emotional problems with others, even his mother.

"A different place..." Lu Chuyao repeated these two words, sighed slightly and said, "Jia Jia must be very sad."

Song Zhiyu pursed his lips and did not answer.

The old friend I went to visit was once a military wife. After her divorce, she immigrated to the United States. With the help of Lu Chuyao, she returned to school and studied economics. She joined a private equity firm as an investment manager right after graduation.

With his eloquence and ability, he reached a senior executive position and became the director of risk control in the third year.

In the tenth year, she became a partner of the company, occupying 30.00% of the shares, second only to the founder and chairman.

The year before last, this friend took a back seat and bought a large villa to live in Ithaca. He raised flowers and walked his dog every day, and lived a contented life.

"I'll see your Aunt Li later. If you don't understand anything, please ask her for advice."

"clear."

The trip to Ithaca was fruitful. On the way back, Song Zhiyu was filled with joy and said to her mother, "Aunt Li has such a good temper. After chatting for three hours, she was not impatient at all."

"It's not that she has a good temper, it's that your mother and I have a lot of face."

"Yes, it all depends on my mother." Song Zhiyu knew how to look at her since she was a child. After hearing the words, she immediately threw away the car keys in her hand and walked around the sofa to massage and squeeze her shoulders.

Totally considerate.

"If you let me go alone, I will definitely be rejected."

Lu Chuyao closed his eyes and enjoyed his son's service. He patted the back of his neck and said, "Press here."

"If the company wants to become bigger and stronger, its early base is particularly important. By the way, you didn't call Yi Ling over, did you?"

"No."

"That's good. Brothers should not get involved in business matters. Another thing is that when you are a boss, you must learn to employ people, and don't do everything yourself."

Song Zhiyu nodded.

He listened to his mother's suggestions and advice. This was the experience of his predecessors. If he listened to it, he would avoid many detours.

"Okay, help me book a flight back tomorrow." Brushing away his son's massaging hand, Lu Chuyao stood up and walked to the bedroom with his shoulders stretched.

"How many days won't you stay?"

"Your dad is waiting for me at home. Besides, there's not much to do in New York. It's boring."