Making a Clean Break

Qing Chen ran wildly down the road, and when he climbed over the wall, the wound on his hand, which hadn't healed yet, was cut open again by the barbs on the iron railing.

The boy's face was cold and stern. He hadn't expected that the first thing his father would do after being released from detention was to sell the house.

When he rushed home, he heard a real estate agent inside saying, "Don't be fooled by how old and small this house is; it's a prime school district property. Once you register your household there, your child can attend the neighboring Luocheng Foreign Language School. Besides, it's incredibly close to Luocheng Foreign Language School; your child only needs to cross the street for five minutes to get to school."

"He lives far away, so it's inconvenient for you to pick him up and drop him off. It's also not safe to ride a bicycle. Besides, the child gets to sleep 40 minutes more each day, which is much better than other students."

There were six people looking at the house inside, seemingly three couples, all there because they wanted a house in a good school district.

Just then, the agent said, "And the landlord also said that his child was the top scorer in the middle school entrance exam in Los Angeles, so this can be considered the former residence of the top scorer."

Qing Chen: "..."

To be honest, he never expected that his title as the top scorer in the high school entrance exam could be used as a means of increasing the value of the house.

Qing Chen coldly stated, "Who gave you permission to view this house? This house is not for sale!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze turned to Qing Chen.

The real estate agent hesitated for a moment. "Who are you?"

Qing Chen answered succinctly, "Top scholar."

Intermediary. "..."

The middle-aged men and women who came to see the apartment subconsciously looked at a photo on the wall, which was a memento of Qing Chen when he received the award.

At the time, Luocheng City also rewarded him with 5,000 yuan, but of course, Qing Guozhong gambled it all away.

The agent hesitated, then said, "This house has already been entrusted to us by Mr. Qing Guozhong, and we've seen the property certificate; it's definitely in his name. There's no mistake about that. Besides, he gave me the keys, and he was just here a moment ago. How about this, I'll call Mr. Qing Guozhong to confirm."

As he spoke, he dialed Qing Guozhong's number and put it on speakerphone.

But then he heard the sound of mahjong tiles being rubbed on the other end of the phone. Qing Guozhong said impatiently, "What's wrong?"

"Hello Mr. Qing Guozhong," the agent said, "It's like this, I brought a few clients to view the house, but... it must be your son, he said the house isn't for sale."

Qing Guozhong was a little puzzled. "Shouldn't that kid be in class? Why did he suddenly go home? It's nothing, you don't need to worry about him. The house is in my name, I can sell it if I want, Hongzhong!"

The agent said, "Well, I'm afraid that won't work, Mr. Qing. You'll need to come back and resolve this, otherwise problems will arise when you vacate the house."

"Then I'll go over there again tomorrow afternoon. I'm busy right now, Er Tong!" Qing Guozhong said.

After saying that, the other end of the phone hung up.

The agent, speechless, picked up the phone and looked at Qing Chen: "Um, then we'll come back tomorrow afternoon."

At this moment, Qing Chen wondered why Qing Guozhong had money to gamble as soon as he was released from the detention center.

After everyone left, he immediately reached under his mattress, only to find that Qing Guozhong had also taken the several thousand yuan he had earned from selling gold bars last time.

Qing Chen is a student, and a notoriously poor one at that. If he had several thousand yuan in cash in his wallet, it would easily arouse suspicion.

He was somewhat Qing Xing he had put the gold bars in his backpack before going to Laojun Mountain, otherwise those four gold bars might have been stolen as well.

At that moment, Jiang Xue walked in and asked softly, "Xiao Chen, are you alright?"

Qing Chen shook his head silently.

Jiang Xue said, "I just confirmed with the real estate agent. If your father wants to sell this house, you really can't stop him. Legally speaking, it's his house."

You can still hear noises outside the window. The real estate agent is explaining the situation to several customers. After all, those people came to see the house but made a wasted trip and they are all very angry.

"Mmm," Qing Chen responded softly.

"But it's okay, Xiaochen. It's okay if you don't have a dad like that. You can move into our house from now on. Xiaoyun will sleep in the same room as me. I'll tidy up her room so you can move in," Jiang Xue comforted her. "From now on, you're family. An Xin on your studies. Auntie will pay for your tuition when you get into university."

Qing Chen smiled and said, "It's alright, Aunt Jiang Xue. Xiaoyun has grown up and it's not appropriate for her to share a room with you."

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Qing Chen looked out and saw Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen sitting in wheelchairs.

Behind them, there were people pushing wheelchairs.

Hu Xiaoniu considered for a moment and said, "Qing Chen, we overheard the real estate agents talking outside. Here's the thing, your two classmates across the hall have already moved out, but I've already bought that apartment. If you don't mind, you can move there."

To be honest, Hu Xiaoniu had never experienced anything like this before, having lived a life of luxury. He couldn't understand why any father would sell his house and leave his son homeless.

He can't understand it.

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, "I appreciate your kindness, and what you've provided is exactly what I urgently need, but I can't stay for free. I know you're not short of money, but please accept the rent. I'll remember this favor."

Hu Xiaoniu smiled and said, "Okay, no problem."

In Qing Chen's view, although the other party has extra houses, they may not necessarily rent them to him, so he must accept this favor.

If the other party is in trouble in the future, he will definitely help them once for free.

Hu Xiaoniu had someone fetch the keys and handed them to Qing Chen: "The normal rent is 1200, but we just renovated this place and replaced a lot of things, such as the air conditioner, smart toilet, and TV, so the rent will be higher. How about 1400?"

"That's reasonable," Qing Chen said to Jiang Xue. "Aunt Jiang Xue, could you lend me the money first? I'll pay you back when I make some money."

"Yes," Jiang Xue nodded.

Hu Xiaoniu said sincerely to Jiang Xue, "I may have offended you in the past because of our own reasons. Please forgive me. I hope I haven't left a bad impression on you and that we can become friends again in the future."

Jiang Xue smiled and said, "It's alright, classmate. Don't worry about it."

"Yes," Hu Xiaoniu nodded.

After saying that, he slowly got up, held onto the railing, and walked upstairs step by step, while the people behind him helped him carry his wheelchair up.

Jiang Xue looked at Qing Chen: "What are your plans next?"

Qing Chen looked back at his familiar home. The room was dimly lit, with worn-out curtains and a sofa. He used to think that he would leave this place sooner or later, but when the moment of departure actually came, he still felt a little reluctant.

He remembered that a few years ago his father would buy Tao Tao Ju rice noodles, and the two of them would sit on the sofa and eat around the coffee table.

He remembered that ants would come to the house to forage from time to time, and his mother, Zhang Wanfang, would always complain that there were too many insects and the house was too damp.

He remembered that he could see the fig tree in front of the door from his desk.

He remembered every detail of the house, both the good and the bad.

Then, the mother left.

And then, my father never came back.

Perhaps this is the downside of having a good memory.

However, things have come to this point.

"Perhaps it's time to bring this to a close," Qing Chen said calmly, standing in the small house. "Tomorrow, let's sever all ties with the past."

The plot is about to get even more interesting!

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