In the evening, Fang Jing took Fang Hui to find a nearby restaurant for dinner.
"Eat slowly, why are you reincarnated like a starving ghost and haven't eaten in several days?"
Watching Fang Hui devouring the food, Fang Jing felt a little distressed. How many days had he been hungry? Those who didn't know thought he had just escaped from the refugee camp.
"I had dinner with Sister Jiajia this morning, and I have been watching you filming since then."
"Then you won't have lunch?"
"Didn't I want to wait for you?"
Rarely taking the time to raise his head, Fang Hui finished half the bowl of rice while talking, wiped the rice from the corner of his mouth, stood up and picked up the bowl of soup.
"Okay, aren't you afraid of dying?" Fang Jing hurriedly stopped her, "How are you at home? Dad doesn't care about you?"
"What does he care about me? I've become acquainted with my neighbor and play mahjong every day. The living expenses you give him are not enough to win. I owe him tens of thousands. If you ask me, don't give him any money."
There are many people in Rongcheng who know Fang's father's details, at least the neighbors know about it, and everyone plays mahjong to kill time when they have nothing to do.
Originally, there were winners and losers when playing mahjong, but their game was not big, so no matter how much they played, they would not end up in debt worth tens of thousands.
But he couldn't stand up to Fang's father's good face. At the mahjong table, everyone else said nice things and flattered him. He drank a few mouthfuls of yellow soup but couldn't find it. Sometimes when people ran out of money, they asked him to borrow money.
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It's a waste of money. It would be strange if you don't owe money if things go on like this.
Without mentioning his father, Fang Jing continued to ask: "Where is Teacher Xu, how is she doing recently?"
Pouting, Fang Hui shook her head, "She is very busy and often visits poor students. Sometimes she is too busy with work at school, so I came to see you."
Fang Jing secretly sighed and felt ashamed. He was eating and drinking outside, and was making great achievements in helping the poor, but his family was still hungry and he didn't even know.
She doesn't even eat the food cooked by Fang Hui, maybe she orders takeout every day?
"When you go back, I will hire an aunt to take care of you and cook for you every day."
"No need! I'm very good at cooking now. You'll find out when you go back another day!" After having tea and rice, Fang Hui was slightly proud of her cooking skills.
"I forgot that you worked in a restaurant!!" Fang Jing laughed, "Tomorrow is Monday, I'll have someone take you back later."
"Brother, when will you go home? I'm scared to live alone at home! You don't know, sometimes people who want to pay bills come to our house."
"I feel like they deliberately set up a trap to defraud dad of money. Our teacher said that they have become very rich now, and a gang has been targeting them for a long time. They sold the house while playing mahjong."
Fang Jing rubbed Fang Hui's head and said with a smile, "These are not things that a child like you should worry about. Study hard. I will ask Wu Jiajia to go back to accompany you these two days. I will go home in a few days."
Fang Jing has known about mahjong gangs for a long time. Not to mention now, they existed seven or eight years ago. These people specially targeted the demolished households and arranged to play mahjong and gamble for various reasons.
Start deliberately losing some money, and then start harvesting after the target is trapped. This is called pig raising.
When he was in junior high school, Fang Jing saw with his own eyes that the owner of the canteen at the entrance of the school was defrauded and owed more than 400,000 yuan. In the end, he was forced to sell his house. When he could no longer survive, his wife ran away with the children.
After dinner, Wu Jiajia was asked to take Fang Hui back, and Fang Jing called his father.
The phone rang for more than ten seconds before the call was picked up. However, it was not Fang's father, but a strange woman's voice, accompanied by topics such as "More than 20,000 yuan", "Bang", etc.
"Fang Jing, I'm your Aunt Jiang. Your dad is not free right now. What can I do?"
This Aunt Jiang has a sweet voice, is very young, and does not look old at all. Although she is invisible, Fang Jing estimates that she is no more than thirty.
But he didn't remember having a relative named Jiang in his family.
"Give my dad the phone, I'll see him if I need anything!"
"Okay, wait a minute, he's in the living room!!"
After half a minute, just when Fang Jing was getting impatient, Fang's father's slightly drunk voice came.
"Hiccup! Son, what's the matter?"
"Dad, did you know that Fang Hui hasn't been home all day? She came to me!!"
"Just go. Wouldn't it be nice to go to your place for a few days? By the way, you can give me some money and the living expenses will be covered."
Fang Jing frowned and suppressed his anger, "Let's talk about the money separately. Where are you now? Also, what happened to that woman just now?"
"I was playing mahjong at a friend's house, and that was your Aunt Jiang just now!"
"When will I have another Aunt Jiang? We don't have any relatives in Rongcheng, right?"
"I'm not in Rongcheng, I'm here in Qinjiang. And why are you talking? You have this attitude towards your Aunt Jiang? Hey, why don't you talk?"
Resisting the urge to smash his cell phone, Fang Jing hung up the phone. Qinjiang was more than 200 kilometers away from Rongcheng and was not the same city. No wonder Fang Hui didn't even know that he had run away.
This father really succeeds more than he does trouble! He is a good gambler and greedy. My mother ran away because she couldn't stand his drunken beatings.
Now he actually found a woman.
After eating in the same pot for so many years, Fang Jingna still didn't know that his father had a bad temper. Not many people could tolerate his personality.
What does that woman want from him?
Is it because he is old? Is it because he doesn’t take a shower? This is just for money! Fang Jing feels that sooner or later he will die at the hands of his own father.
Half an hour later, when his anger subsided, Fang Jing called back again and sent him 5,000 yuan.
"Hey! Son, why did you die before you finished speaking?"
"I'll be back in two days. You should go home quickly. I have something to do with you." Fang Jing hung up the phone after hearing the rustling and low voice on the other end.
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On Friday, Fang Jing returned home after finishing the filming. The scenes over there were finished and they would be filmed at Rongcheng Station later. This time, he could stay at home for half a month.
Wu Jiajia opened the door with a bad look on her face. She did not go upstairs after opening the door and sat in the yard by herself.
Entering the house, a young woman with a bun, an apron and glasses was seen going between the kitchen and the living room, very busy.
"Xiao Jing is here? Sit down quickly, the food will be ready soon!"
Looking at this twenty-four-five-year-old woman, Fang Jing was confused. This is the new nanny. Is she a bit young?
Fang Hui, with tears on her face, was sitting on a sofa with Fang's father, having a cold war.
"Who is this?" Fang Jing looked at Fang Hui.
Fang Hui sneered, "Aunt Jiang!!"
Three views collapsed, Fang Jing seemed to be struck by lightning, looking at Fang's father in disbelief.
The old man is quite good at playing, right?
Isn't this woman a few years older than him? It's enough for the old man to be someone's father.
"Ahem!! This is your Aunt Jiang!" Fang's father may also feel that he can't be embarrassed. Since the two got together, many people have questioned their love, but who says that the old man can't have this kind of love?
Besides, he is not old either, less than fifty!!
"You are not suitable!" Fang Jing said calmly without hesitation.
"We really like each other. When Xiao Jiang met me, he didn't know your identity."
"I said it was inappropriate!!"
Father Fang was angry, "You said it's not appropriate if it's not appropriate? What does it have to do with you?"
After pouring a glass of water, Fang Jing sat down and said in a calm tone, "It's none of my business how you use my money."
"Okay, you! I raised you, you white-eyed wolf!" Pointing at Fang Jing, Fang's father was so angry that his fingers were trembling, and he said sadly: "When you sold my house...sold my land, what did I say?"
"Now that I have finally found true love, and you all still don't agree, what does it have to do with you?"
"It's the same sentence, it's inappropriate!"
"I have noticed since I was a child that you are the most hated person in the family. You dared to chop me with a kitchen knife when you were eight years old. Now that I am old, I am no match for you." With tears in his eyes, Father Fang burst into tears.
"If my children are unfilial, what's the point of my life? I'll beg for it if I die!"
Fang Jing found a towel, dipped it in water, handed it to Fang Hui, and asked her to wipe her face.
"Brother, you said he found such a stepmother. How can I go out to meet people in the future? I won't be able to hold my head up even if someone knows."
"It's disrespectful to act like an old man at your age. It's shameless to imitate other people's old cows and eat young grass."