Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 937 - 938 Toxic Fatherly Love 70

Wu Jian said all this, not to hear Wu Hao’s sighs. "Dad, do you think I should follow my sister’s footsteps? When I go to college later, I’ll do the same as her. What do you think?"

Wu Jian looked expectantly at Wu Hao, but the latter was startled by the boy’s idea. "How did you come up with that?"

Wu Jian really couldn’t understand why he would suddenly be so irrational.

"If she can do it, why can’t I?" Wu Jian said, sounding aggrieved.

Wu Hao didn’t care whether Wu Jian was truly upset or just pretending. "You ran into Zhang Yu today, and once you found out what she does, you must have brought it up to her right away."

"Knowing Zhang Yu’s personality, if she agreed to help you, *that* would be the real surprise."

"You came back defeated and now bring this idea to me." Wu Hao stared at Wu Jian.

After all, Wu Jian was still a kid, and Wu Hao easily saw through him. "Dad, I heard someone say she earns a living one meal at a time, and that sparked this thought."

But he definitely wasn’t going to admit he was working a side job. If Wu Hao found out, there’d be hell to pay.

Wu Hao didn’t care how Wu Jian found out. It seemed obvious: he heard it while working at the restaurant. "Today, Zhang Yu went to the place where you work to eat, didn’t she? You caught onto it there, right?"

Wu Jian didn’t even try to deny it and replied with a quiet "Yeah. I overheard some coworkers talking about it..."

Partway through his words, Wu Jian’s tone faltered. He already knew he’d walked into Wu Hao’s trap.

But as for admitting he was wrong—that was absolutely off the table.

Wu Hao snorted coldly. "Not bad. At least you can lower yourself to work at a restaurant."

"Good, just great." Wu Hao, in his current mood, kept congratulating himself. At least he hadn’t sunk more money into this kid. Otherwise, the loss would’ve been even greater.

"No matter how you perform on the college entrance exams, I won’t have to worry about you starving. You’ll be fine."

"You might even turn out better than your uncle." Wu Hao patted Wu Jian’s head and started heading home.

Today, he’d stumbled onto a major piece of news and needed to think it over carefully.

He’d originally assumed Zhang Yu had simply gained wealth through her husband’s family, but now knew she’d made something of herself independently. This couldn’t be overlooked.

Huh, is that it? Wu Jian stared blankly at Wu Hao’s retreating figure. It was so far off from what he’d been expecting.

"Dad, can’t you help me out?" Wu Jian ran after Wu Hao, a trace of frustration in his voice.

"I’m your son, your only son, after all."

"If I succeed, wouldn’t you get to enjoy the benefits too?" He started painting an idealized picture; the rest could be dealt with later.

Wu Hao listened to Wu Jian’s words without responding, continuing toward home. Would Wu Jian really treat him well once he had money? Sorry, Wu Hao wouldn’t count on it—and wouldn’t dare hope.

This boy, if he ever got money, wouldn’t remember his father. He’d only be eager to talk about everything Wu Hao did wrong.

"When you’re wealthy, whether you honor me or not—I can’t say."

"But what I do know, even if I haven’t raised Zhang Yu, is that she’d still support me when I needed help."

"As for you—you should be responsible for me too."

"Even if none of you take care of me, I honestly couldn’t care less." Wu Hao, now seasoned by his parents’ illness, had learned a lot about human nature.

"I have a house. I have a pension. If you don’t take care of me, someone else will."

"Zhang Yu wouldn’t care about these things." Wu Hao knew well that Zhang Yu looked down on such details.

"But Xiao Min will care."

"Even if Xiao Min doesn’t care, aren’t there your cousins?"

"In the worst case, I’ll donate my house and assets to my work unit. They wouldn’t neglect me then."

Wu Hao recalled a loner from work who had no spouse or kids. When he passed away, the work unit completely handled his affairs, even hospital stays and surgeries.

He used to worry about his later years endlessly, but now he felt more at peace. He was part of an organization.

Wu Jian was dumbfounded. He hadn’t expected Wu Hao to talk like this—it wasn’t an empty threat, but genuine resignation.

Wu Jian took deep breaths repeatedly. Before making it big, he absolutely couldn’t risk falling out with Zhang Yu, or he’d be doomed.

"Dad, what are you talking about? How could I not take care of you?" Wu Jian promised over and over that he definitely wouldn’t abandon him.

Wu Hao listened to Wu Jian’s assurances without any visible reaction. "I don’t know if you’ll ever strike it rich someday."

"But what I do know is that, at the rate you’re going—working at the restaurant every day—your future..."

It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen restaurant workers turn into successful business owners. But Wu Jian? Absolutely not.

As Wu Jian’s father, Wu Hao knew him all too well. He wasn’t someone who could endure hardship. Kids these days had no tolerance for setbacks.

As Wu Hao walked ahead, Wu Jian stared at his back, realizing this man completely underestimated him. Furious. He was utterly furious.

But what could his anger accomplish? Wu Jian stormed after his father indignantly.

Wu Min had thought she’d see a smiling, swaggering Wu Jian returning and show off in front of her.

Instead, she saw an enraged Wu Jian storming in.

Back in his room, even knowing Wu Min was nearby, Wu Jian couldn’t hold it in.

"I’ve never seen anyone as stingy as our dad."

"I told him Zhang Yu earns a living meal by meal, is super popular online, making big money."

"I said I wanted to get into the same field and asked him to talk to Zhang Yu about it. He wouldn’t agree."

Wu Jian figured Wu Min also wanted to earn money. With this, no way she wouldn’t jump on board.

Wu Min hadn’t expected the fuss to boil down to this. Now she seriously doubted Wu Jian’s brain resembled that useless uncle of theirs.

"Don’t you know? The more miserable I am, the happier she’ll be."

"Back then, when our mom and dad did what they did, Zhang Yu remembered all of it."

"You think she’d help us? That’s impossible."

"If she doesn’t kick us while we’re down, that’s as good as it gets." Wu Min glanced at the still-fuming Wu Jian. This guy actually thought Wu Hao would lend a hand?

What an idiot. Ever since his high school romance went public and he refused to break it off, Wu Hao had already given up on him.

She used to have confidence in Wu Hao, thinking that no matter what she did, he’d forgive her.

But how did that work out? Even though her grades had improved now, it was still superficial. He’d pay for tuition, buy her practice books, but as for private lessons? Forget it.

Whatever, it wasn’t worth overthinking. At least she could stay in high school—better than Feng Min, who barely cared before the divorce and totally disappeared afterward.

Now, Wu Min was focused on getting into college. Wu Hao promised that if they passed the exams, he’d support their education.

She just hoped she could get into university. Only then could she even think about a future.

As for taking Zhang Yu’s path—Zhang Yu might be willing to guide them, but they couldn’t afford her lifestyle.

Zhang Yu had financial security and treated it all as fun, posting things online incidentally. Whether she made money or not didn’t matter to her.

Looking at Wu Jian... he was chasing wealth. With that mindset, could he really make it?