The 70s Novel: The Supporting Character Just Wants to Lie Down-Chapter 106: Roguery Is Useless

Wang Baoan knew that Liu Yulan would not relent, so he could only hope that Wang Baoxing would soften his heart, considering their parents, and not hold grudges against him, lending him a helping hand.

Wang Baoxing remained silent, recalling many past events in his mind. He realized there was nothing worth longing for; those memories were so painful, deeply buried with the passing of their parents, and now...

"Baoan, just go back; there’s no need to come again," Wang Baoxing said, his face calm and emotionless. "Since our parents passed away, our families have had no contact. This is fine as it is..."

"Big brother." Wang Baoan stepped forward and knelt down, "Please forgive me; your younger brother admits his fault. You loved me the most when we were kids, never forgetting me whenever there were good things. Now you can’t ignore me; you are my only family in this world..."

As he spoke, Wang Baoan actually began to cry, looking genuinely remorseful.

However, both Wang Baoan and Liu Yulan knew his true nature. How could they be deceived by him?

"Alright, just get up and go back." Wang Baoxing said tiredly, "Everyone knows your character, so why put on such a show? I have guests at my house; don’t make us a laughingstock."

"Big brother." Wang Baoan hadn’t expected him to be so hard-hearted. In the past, whenever he used this trick, his mother was powerless against it, forgiving him every time.

Wang Baoan’s face contorted for a moment. After thinking about it, he was still unwilling to give up and pressed on, "Even if you don’t think of me, you have to consider Fugui and Jingui. They are your nephews. I, as their father, am incompetent. How will they marry in the future without anything... Are you, as their uncle, willing to see them unable to find wives and remain bachelors?"

Liu Yulan couldn’t stand it any longer and mocked, "Hah, they are your sons. Who else can you rely on if you don’t handle them? My family has our own children; we can’t take care of someone else’s business. Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes to phoenixes, the offspring of rats know how to dig holes. Don’t worry, everything will work out in the end... Even someone like you has Qinfen sticking with you faithfully. They surely won’t end up badly."

Despite Wang Baoan’s bitter pleas, Wang Baoxing just sighed and didn’t give in because he understood this brother of his. Wang Baoan never does anything without self-interest, so how could he be surrendering without any request now? Regarding the factory job quota issue, he really couldn’t help.

Jiang Yan giving their family two quotas was an enormous favor, something he never dared to imagine before. The recruitment had already ended. He didn’t believe he had the face to ask for an exception and get him in, not for someone with such a bad relationship. He wasn’t insane; why would he?

"What’s going on here?" Yang Zhigang came home a bit late today and had overheard most of the conversation at the door before entering. Seeing the scene, he immediately put on a stern face.

"Oh, Gangzi, you’re back..." Zhao Qinfen’s expression immediately changed upon seeing him enter, a mix of fear and uneasiness. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The last time they came causing trouble, Yang Zhigang couldn’t stand it, threatened them, and told them to leave, warning that if they dared to mess around again, he would invite them to have a chat at the military unit.

Yang Zhigang walked over to the Eight Immortals table, sat down, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed it to Jiang Yan. Jiang Yan picked up the cigarette. Yang Zhigang took out a matchbox, struck a match, and threw the spent match onto the table.

"Crack..." Though he didn’t use much force, the sound was loud in the otherwise silent room, adding pressure to Wang Baoan, making him shiver involuntarily.

Yang Zhigang wanted to light Jiang Yan’s cigarette, but Jiang Yan shook his head and declined, merely toying with the cigarette casually.

Yang Zhigang raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised but didn’t insist, instead lighting his own cigarette. A match burned down to his fingers, but he didn’t mind, only discarding the little remaining matchstick after the flame went out completely. He leisurely took a puff, exhaling smoke before saying, "So, what now, coming with me?"

"No, please, nephew-in-law." Wang Baoan seemed somewhat afraid of him as he awkwardly got up from the ground, brushing the dust off his knees while forcing a smile, "I’m just here to apologize to your father-in-law. Aren’t we all family? Can’t we let it end like this and keep ignoring each other forever?"

"Why not?" Yang Zhigang replied, puzzled, "Isn’t that how you’ve always been? You separated early on, living your own lives, not visiting even during festivals. So, what’s the plan now? Wanting to cling on like a plaster, we have to see if we are willing..."

"We’re relatives; why must we escalate like this? If word gets out, your family could be accused of being heartless and indifferent... It’s not good..." Seeing that soft approaches didn’t work, Wang Baoan’s eyes showed a trace of resentment, and his tone now carried a hint of threat as he turned to Jiang Yan and said, "Mr. Jiang, interaction between people depends on character. For those who are naturally cold..."

"Are you talking about yourself? Seems you know yourself well." Jiang Yan interrupted, looking at him with a faint smile, eyes revealing sharpness, "Our factory hires people, but not just anyone. We first evaluate character; do you have it?"

Jiang Yan’s gaze, as if seeing through everything and into one’s soul, made Wang Baoan shiver involuntarily. The defiance in his heart dissipated because of it.

Wang Baoan retreated; he had come today under pressure, out of unwillingness to try again. Now, seeing it wouldn’t work, although reluctant, he didn’t want to truly offend them.

"Alright, since big brother doesn’t want to help, I won’t insist. I’ll just leave; after all, we’re blood brothers. Why hurt our harmony over a trivial matter... right..." Wang Baoan forced a smile, maintained his composure, and turned to leave.

"Wait..."

"Big brother?" Wang Baoan, hearing Wang Baoxing calling him, turned back with some excitement.

"Take your liquor with you; I don’t drink, and it would be wasted here."

Wang Baoan’s smile froze for a moment before his lips curled slightly downward and then lifted up again, "Alright..."

He walked straight to the Eight Immortals table, his gaze falling on the few empty bottles on the side table against the wall—the Xifeng, Yanghe... all much more expensive than the baijiu he brought.

"Big brother’s family doesn’t lack good liquor, no wonder he doesn’t care for my baijiu. Alright then... I’ll take it back home and drink it myself..." Wang Baoan’s lips carried a smile, with a tone of self-deprecating banter as he picked it up and turned to leave.

Zhao Qinfen saw her husband leaving. She opened her mouth to say a few more words when she heard her husband calling from the doorway, "Qinfen, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and go, or are you waiting for them to sweep you out with a broom..."

"Coming." Zhao Qinfen swallowed the words she was going to say, glanced unwillingly at Liu Yulan, and turned to follow Wang Baoan out...