Rong Wenming saw his daughter’s assertive attitude, and he could only pocket the money and the ticket. "Alright, I’m leaving."
He pushed his old bicycle out the door.
Rong Yan went downstairs to fetch a bucket; she needed to carry it upstairs to clean...
Rong Wenming rode his bicycle towards the second-hand market.
Near the second-hand market, Rong Wenze had intended to head home, but when he saw his uncle riding a bicycle, disbelief filled his eyes.
Uncle? This man is still alive?
As soon as he saw him, without any hesitation, he followed closely behind.
When he caught up with him, he saw his uncle buying a bed.
After thinking it over, he approached him, "Uncle!"
Rong Wenming, upon hearing the familiar call, turned his head to glance and upon seeing it was his nephew, his expression turned cold.
"Why are you here?"
Rong Quankun examined his uncle’s demeanor... well, this certainly didn’t look like someone on their deathbed.
Had he gone somewhere for treatment? And to come back looking so well?
Most importantly, those clothes he was wearing looked like they were from someone well-off, and... was he wearing leather shoes? If he remembered correctly from last time at the Overseas Chinese Store, those leather shoes cost fifty yuan! Quite expensive.
His uncle, at his age, was actually wearing fifty yuan leather shoes, which made his heart sour with jealousy.
Yet, he didn’t show it on his face.
"I was just nearby handling some business, and to my surprise, I saw you, Uncle... When did you get back? Grandma has been worrying about you all these past months, don’t you know when you will visit her?"
Rong Wenming’s leather shoes were actually bought by Rong Yan from Space Supermarket. He hadn’t been wearing them until yesterday on the train, when he was emptying a bucket in the restroom, and a mischievous boy collided with it spilling the water all over his shoes, so he changed into the leather shoes, and hadn’t had the chance to switch them back yet.
Little did he know that wearing these leather shoes would evoke such jealousy in his nephew, but even if he did know, he wouldn’t care.
"I just got back, very busy, will visit when I have time."
After saying this, he turned his head back with a cold expression, not wanting to say another word.
Rong Quankun, seeing his uncle’s indifferent expression, felt somewhat awkward.
However, he didn’t want to just leave like that, "Uncle, why are you buying a bed? Did the one at home break?"
Rong Wenming was clearly getting impatient.
"Rong Quankun, if I remember correctly, our families have severed ties, so don’t call me uncle anymore. Just go do whatever it is you need to do."
He made his disdain quite apparent on his face.
Rong Quankun felt his face heat up with embarrassment, turning red with anger... and of course, it was anger, because the people around were looking at him strangely due to his uncle’s remark.
"... Uncle, we are family, how can we truly sever ties? Are you still angry with grandma? She’s old, you should let it go."
Rong Wenming laughed in anger upon hearing these words: "Don’t beat around the bush with me. Your family took advantage of my illness, trying to take over my house... Have you forgotten that so soon? Just get out of here."
He didn’t bother to save any face.
His voice wasn’t low; the others around, who were already watching, now looked at the scene with even more curiosity.
Rong Quankun’s face went from red to black, unable to stay there any longer.
Forcing a smile, he said, "Uncle, that was a misunderstanding... Alright, you’re angry now; I’ll leave first, and remember to visit grandma later..."
After spouting these somewhat desperate words, he turned around and left in a somewhat awkward manner.
Rong Wenming watched his retreating figure, then turned his gaze away, not giving the incident a second thought.
The others were not meddlesome and, despite their curiosity, wouldn’t ask any further questions.
Rong Wenming bought a very large second-hand bed for eleven dollars, "Big bro, I’ve given you my home address, please help me deliver it to my house later, everyone’s home."
The seller, a beefy man, nodded straightforwardly.


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