Chapter 1540
Stone is leaving
After leaving the hospital, Yang Jun went straight home.
He's now retired from the front lines, avoiding public appearances to prevent unnecessary trouble for himself.
After returning home, he went straight to the fishing platform instead of the backyard. He hadn't fished for a long time and was itching to get back to it.
He had just sat down when he caught a glimpse of Meng Wenya rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye. He didn't say anything, but simply lay down on the recliner in silence.
"Old Yang."
Meng Wenya called out, then plopped down, picked up his teacup, and drank it all in one gulp.
After finishing, he took a breath and asked, "Did Cheng Dong tell you?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Jun raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is it about bringing your girlfriend back?"
"Yes, that's why I came to you."
Seeing Meng Wenya's flushed face, Yang Jun could clearly tell that she didn't seem to agree with his son's marriage.
Yang Jun remained silent, waiting patiently.
“This girl named Xiaowei comes from a very ordinary family. I do not agree to their marriage.”
Meng Wenya wasn't the type to procrastinate; she directly stated her position.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with my son. He’s stubborn and insists on marrying Xiao Wei. Now he’s arguing with me. He usually listens to you the most and is most afraid of you. He has no choice but to listen to you. You should tell him directly that you don’t agree to this marriage either.”
Yang Jun didn't say anything, and silently lit a cigarette.
"No matter what, you must stand with me this time and absolutely not agree to this marriage."
"Old Yang, what do you think?"
"Is it over?" Meng Wenya asked.
Yang Jun didn't speak, just quietly looked at her.
"Stop staring at me, you should make your stance clear."
Yang Jun listened and shook his head with a smile.
"At your age, how can you still be so impatient?"
"He... Cheng Dong is my son, how can I, as his mother, remain calm?"
“I’m still his father, and I care about my son’s marriage.” Yang Jun said.
"Come on, you have more than just Cheng Dong as a son. From childhood to adulthood, I have never seen you truly care about any of your sons, except for Cheng Dao, of course."
Meng Wenya's mouth tasted sour.
"That's going too far," Yang Jun glared at her, then continued, "Since you say I've never cared about my son, then I won't interfere in his marriage either."
"you dare?"
Meng Wenya glared at Yang Jun with her almond-shaped eyes, put her hands on her hips and pointed at his nose, saying, "You've never cared about the child since he was little, and I've never expected you to care either, but marriage is a lifelong matter for the child, can't you care about it even once?"
"I didn't say I wouldn't care," Yang Jun said, spreading his hands. "I've already asked Qiu Shui to investigate Xiao Wei's family background. I expect to have the results soon."
"What's there to investigate? I've already investigated her. I know everything about her family history, from her ancestors to the eighteenth generation."
Meng Wenya was deeply dissatisfied whenever Xiao Wei's family background was mentioned.
“His grandparents were veteran revolutionaries, his parents were diplomatic clerks, and Xiaowei herself was just an ordinary staff member in the government. The whole family was just an ordinary family with nothing to be proud of. How could a family like hers be worthy of my son?”
To be honest, Xiao Wei's family background is already quite good, but that's only for ordinary families. The Yang family is not an ordinary family, and such a family background is really not enough. Although Yang Chengdong is only an illegitimate son in the Yang family, this status is not something that ordinary families can reach. This is also the reason why Meng Wenya is so opposed to this marriage.
It's not fair to blame Meng Wenya for having a strong sense of social class. Being in a large family like the Yang family, one has to weigh various interests and relationships. Who wouldn't want to secure a bright future for their child?
"The family background is a bit lacking, but that's one thing... We can still consider the child's character and temperament."
Yang Jun also cared about matching social status, but he still had to consider his son's feelings. After all, it was the woman his son had chosen, and he couldn't just forcefully break them up.
For him, as long as his eldest son Yang Chengdao could shoulder the burden of the Yang family, that was enough. As for his other sons, he only hoped that they would be healthy, safe, and have a smooth life, and he didn't expect them to be very successful.
That's what he thought, but that doesn't mean Meng Wenya and the others thought the same way. As the child's biological mother, they naturally had to consider the child's well-being. Therefore, what Yang Jun considered an acceptable marriage was seen as a compromise by them.
“Character…can character put food on the table? What’s the use of having good character if you’re not successful?” Meng Wenya said anxiously.
"Old Yang, what exactly do you mean? You don't agree to this marriage, do you?"
"I didn't agree?" Yang Jun was taken aback.
"That means you're against it."
"I didn't object."
"You...you're just trying to smooth things over."
Meng Wenya's chest heaved with anger, and she continued, "Don't worry about it. I'll decide the child's marriage. Just don't hold me back."
"I didn't say I wouldn't care."
What exactly do you mean?
"I……"
Just as Yang Jun was about to speak, he saw Yi Qiushui walking towards them from a distance and immediately fell silent.
A moment later, Yi Qiushui pushed the door open and came in. She was also taken aback when she saw Meng Wenya, and then said,
"Wenya is here too. I was just about to talk to Lao Yang about Cheng Dong."
"Sister Qiushui".
Meng Wenya called out and then offered Yi Qiushui a seat.
"Any results?" Yang Jun asked, squinting as he lay on the rattan chair.
"Ah."
As Yi Qiushui spoke, she took a piece of paper out of her pocket.
Then he said, "Putting aside the girl's family background, I don't approve of their marriage just because of her character."
"Look, Lao Yang, even Sister Qiu Shui doesn't agree to this marriage, what else can you say?"
After Meng Wenya finished speaking, she turned to ask, "Sister Qiushui, what's wrong with Xiaowei's character? Is it...?"
Yi Qiushui raised her hand to interrupt her, then turned to Yang Jun and said, "Putting aside her ordinary family background, this girl named Xiao Wei is absolutely not a suitable daughter-in-law for our Yang family."
"According to my brief investigation, she has a very bad reputation at work. Colleagues say that Xiao Wei has an ambiguous relationship with her superiors and maintains ambiguous relationships with many colleagues. I really don't understand how Cheng Dong could fall for her?"
"I knew Cheng Dong had lost his mind. He's been bewitched by that little vixen, and he's determined to marry no one but her," Meng Wenya said angrily.
"Sister Qiushui's investigation was more thorough. If we really let this little vixen into the family, it won't just be Cheng Dong who loses face, but the face of our entire Yang family."
Meng Wenya deliberately brought up the Yang family in hopes that Yang Jun would reject the marriage proposal.
“Our Yang family can accept a daughter-in-law with an ordinary family background, but we absolutely cannot accept a daughter-in-law with a tainted character.” - Yi Qiushui
Yang Jun didn't speak, but silently smoked his cigarette.
"Old Yang, now you know Xiao Wei's character, right? Make your stance clear." Meng Wenya said.
Upon hearing this, Yang Jun turned around and glared at her, saying, "With Xiao Wei's character, what kind of attitude do you expect me to have?"
“Alright, I’m relieved to hear you say that. Let’s call off this marriage.” Yang Jun said to Yi Qiushui, “As the matriarch, you represent me and talk to Cheng Dong so that he can choose a new partner. Our Yang family will never allow a woman with a tainted moral character to enter our home.”
“Yes, I’ll talk to Cheng Dong about it later.” Yi Qiushui.
“That kid is stubborn. I’m afraid he won’t listen to Sister Qiushui. Why don’t you talk to him, Lao Yang? He’ll definitely listen to you.” Meng Wenya said.
"I can't step in for now. Let Qiushui talk to the child first. If they can't reach an agreement, then I'll step in."
Yang Jun didn't want his relationship with his child to become too strained, so he tried to let Yi Qiushui talk to her, at least giving them some breathing room.
“Alright, if Sister Qiushui can’t reach an agreement, you can try again later.” Meng Wenya said.
Yang Jun didn't say anything, just lay there quietly.
After chatting about Yang Chengdong for a while, the two of them turned their conversation to Yang Jun.
"Old Yang looks even younger than before since he came back from the south," Meng Wenya exclaimed.
"Who can argue with that?"
The two glanced at Yang Jun; his handsome face, which looked even younger than many young people, appeared very resolute.
Seeing Yang Jun getting younger and younger made them feel increasingly inferior, as if they were not good enough for him. Especially since they were all elderly people with wrinkled faces and white hair, they felt an unprecedented sense of inferiority when standing in front of Yang Jun.
"Old Yang, when we're gone, you...you must take good care of yourself," Meng Wenya said with emotion.
"Yes, after we sisters leave you one by one, you must take good care of yourself."
Yi Qiushui said, "Then you'll be all alone. If you don't want to live with the children, you can live alone. It's fine to live alone anyway. If you're really lonely... you can find a few more young girls."
Upon hearing this, Yang Jun opened his eyes a crack, glared at the two of them, said nothing, and continued to lie there with his eyes closed.
"You don't need to feel guilty or have any psychological burden. Just go ahead and look for someone, as many as you want. But I have one request: don't bring them home."
Upon hearing this, Yang Jun let out a soft hum.
Meng Wenya and the other woman noticed his micro-expressions and immediately intensified their mockery.
"You're too sentimental. You're always thinking about being responsible for women, and you bring them home as soon as you have one. That's not right."
"If you want to eat eggs, you don't need to raise chickens. You're a big leader, surely you understand this basic principle?"
Seeing that Yang Jun remained silent, the two began to act recklessly.
"Raising chickens is one thing, but what if they lay eggs? Are we supposed to hatch them into chicks?"
"Old Yang, aren't you tired?"
The more Yang Jun listened, the angrier he became. The more silent he remained, the more these two women took advantage of him.
Just as he was about to lose his temper, the door suddenly opened.
"Godmother, Aunt."
The person called out, immediately interrupting Yi Qiushui and the other woman.
"Hey, here comes the stone."
"Sit down, sit down, your godfather was just thinking about you."
Yi Qiushui and Meng Wenya quickly stood up and greeted Shi Tou warmly.
"Godfather."
Shi Tou walked over and greeted Yang Jun, who was lying on the rattan chair, warmly.
"Oh, the stone is here."
Yang Jun opened his eyes and immediately saw the stone's weathered face.
Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, as if he had returned to forty years ago. He still clearly remembered the first time he met Shi Tou in the mansion. At that time, he was only in his early thirties, while Shi Tou was a teenager. Now he is in his seventies, and Shi Tou is no longer young either, but has become an old man with unsteady steps.
The only thing that hasn't changed is that Yang Jun is still the same Yang Jun he was back then, even younger than before, while Shi Tou is just like any other old man.
"Well... I need to talk to Shi Tou about something. Go and prepare a feast and bring it over," Yang Jun instructed.
“Alright, you two chat, I’ll go prepare the banquet for you.” Yi Qiushui.
"Thank you, godmother."
Shi Tou thanked them and watched Yi Qiushui and Meng Wenya leave before sitting down opposite Yang Jun.
He first offered Yang Jun a cigarette, then lit it while watching Yang Jun's face.
"Godfather, you look younger again."
"Hmm," Yang Jun responded casually.
The phrase he's heard most often lately is, "Old Yang, you look younger than before." He's become immune to that phrase by now, but it carries a different meaning when it comes from Shi Tou's mouth.
Because Stone and he were both time travelers, strictly speaking, they were the same kind of people.
Rather than saying "you've become younger," it really means your system is too powerful.
To this day, Shi Tou still doesn't know what Yang Jun's system is as a transmigrator. But from what we can see now, it seems to be an immortality system.
Since I met him, he has grown younger year by year. He is nearly seventy years old but looks like a young man, even stronger than young people. Apart from the air of old age about him, you would really think he is a young man in his twenties.
How have you been lately?
Yang Jun knew that Shi Tou was about to ask why he could stay young forever, which was a topic he didn't want to discuss, so he changed the subject.
Upon hearing this, Shi Tou gave a wry smile and took a deep drag on his cigarette.
"Hey, godfather."
"I...I may not have much time left."
Yang Jun was taken aback upon hearing this.
"What do you mean by 'not much time left'? How do you know you don't have much time left?"
Sometimes, asking three questions in a row is just a way to hide one's fear. In fact, Yang Jun understood what Shi Tou meant.
As a transmigrator, especially one with a system, one must know things that others don't, and can always foresee certain things. Yang Jun thought that the stone must have received some hints.
"Hey, godfather, you know what I mean when you say you know something like this." Stone gave a wry smile.
Yes, not only did Yang Jun understand, but he also knew that what Shi Tou said was true. If that were the case, he would probably be the only time traveler left in the world, and he would be even more lonely then.
How much time is left?
After smoking about half a cigarette, Yang Jun finally asked the question he least wanted to ask.
"Fifteen days."
石头吐出一口浓雾，苦笑道：“具体的说还有十四天18个小时35分42秒……41秒……40……”
As he counted the seconds, Shi Tou smiled bitterly, a layer of crystalline substance appearing in his eyes.
It was clear that Stone was reluctant to leave; he was attached to this world. (End of Chapter)