She Only Cares About Cultivation

During the day, they couldn’t get anywhere with the organizing committee, and when the old couple returned to the hotel, they started cursing, which gave Wen Qiang a headache too.

While standing by the window smoking, his phone suddenly rang. It was a local number from Beijing, and his instincts told him it was someone related to Qi Qi.

So he pressed to answer, and the voice on the other end made him instinctively nervous. He even pinched out the cigarette he just lit and straightened his body. This reaction immediately made his wife alert, and she went over with the child.

She wanted to ask with her eyes, but Wen Qiang didn’t even glance at her and carefully spoke to the person on the phone.

"Yes, I’m Wen Qiang, and I’m still your biological father."

"I just need to confirm you’re Wen Qiang; you can skip the last part. I heard you went to the organizing committee to cause a fuss to see me? My mom already told me. Since you want to meet me, let’s meet tomorrow at noon at the Beijing Hotel. Oh, just text me after you’ve booked a private room."

Wen Qiang was so surprised and flattered that he wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard the ’beep beep’ sound — they hung up? They just hung up?

He stared blankly at his phone, looking more disappointed than ever before.

His wife, standing nearby, couldn’t help but let out a mocking laugh.

"Disappointed already? Your ex-wife is playing quite the game, not calling herself but letting the kid call. This shows she knows you have no...

Before she could finish her sentence, Wen Qiang turned around and gave her a light glance.

"Cao Ying, this number isn’t my ex-wife’s. She’s already blocked me. The fact that she allows the child to use his own number to call me is something I’m already grateful for, so don’t hit me while I’m down. If you go tomorrow, I hope you can show some restraint, because this is the first time I’ve met my son after seven or eight years of separation. We don’t know if there will be another chance in the future. There’s only this one chance. I hope you can be sensible and not ruin it for me; otherwise, not only will I be unhappy, but my parents won’t be pleased either. I’m going over now to tell them the good news and stop my mom from nagging incessantly."

Wen Qiang didn’t give Cao Ying much of a look before leaving, leaving her there, gritting her teeth in hatred toward his ex-wife whom she had never met.

If you ask her why she hates, perhaps even she couldn’t give a reason?

Qi Yang hung up the phone after just saying one sentence, leaving Qi Qi a bit incredulous: "That fast?"

"I just wanted to inform him. I have nothing to talk about with him, so why stay on the line and stare blankly?"

Qi Qi sighed, "Alright, you’re also grown up now. You’ve been running around with mom all these years. It’s a bit tough, but it isn’t without benefits. Your mind is more mature and steady than the average child. Actually, mom doesn’t have high expectations for your future, as long as you’re healthy and happy."

"Mom, stop it. The little I’ve suffered is nothing compared to how busy you are. This is all thanks to that man; he still wants to acknowledge me. Shameless!"

Qi Qi gently stroked his eyebrows and eyes: "No matter what, he’s your father. You should still have the manners you owe to your grandparents; otherwise, they might think this is how mom taught you. You need to show your qualities. As for all this being his fault, it’s not right either. Think about it from another angle: if your dad hadn’t divorced me back then, maybe I’d be living a life worse than death now. So, divorce isn’t entirely without benefits."

"Mom, you’re good at everything; you’re just too kind."

The child grumbled, and Qi Qi said nothing. Is she kind?

No, she’s not kind at all. She just adheres to the most basic moral bottom line.

The more experiences she had through the Crossed World, the less desire she had for money.

If not, who else would be donating and doing good like her? Not that there aren’t any, just very few.

By eight or nine the next morning, Qi Yang received a text from Wen Qiang. Originally, Qi Qi planned to send him, but something came up suddenly at the studio, especially on weekends when she was also busy. So, she respected his opinion and let him take the subway by himself. His grandfather was worried and wanted to go with him, but the little guy refused.

Since he was young, Qi Yang had a strong ability to take care of himself. Sometimes when grandpa was picking up the younger one, he’d make his own way back. As long as it wasn’t too far and didn’t need a transfer, he could make it home by himself.