After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 48: Wealthy, Generous, and Unpetty

"Dad, why are you still going to work."

Returning home, Lu Liang saw his father riding a motorcycle and still wearing his work clothes as he came back from outside.

His father worked at a mold factory, and Lu Liang had a deep impression; his whole life, whenever his father came off shift, he was always dirty and greasy, sometimes even having to work the night shift.

"Recently the factory has a batch of rush orders, I'll resign after we get through this busy period."

His father said with a smile as he pushed the motorcycle into the courtyard and picked up the hose on the ground to rinse his head, then used soap to wash his face.

He had been at this factory for over twenty years, and the boss had always treated him well, so he believed in seeing things through.

"You two are something else, one off to work, and the other out and about, and neither of you knew how many people came to our house today."

Although his mother was holding a vegetable basket and seemed to be complaining, the corners of her lips were turned up betraying the joy in her heart.

Today, the sentence she heard most was "Your son is really capable," which is probably the phrase that parents are most happy to hear.

"Poor in the bustling city, no one knows you; rich in the remote hills and you have distant relatives." His father suddenly reflected.

Though he wasn't home, he had received many calls from relatives far removed from his immediate family.

Lu Liang was surprised, his dad had this awareness, and it seemed that for friends and relatives who might think of borrowing money in the future it would be more difficult to succeed.

"Mom, don't cook, we'll eat out tonight, and I'll take you both for a ride."

Lu Liang hadn't gone out with his parents in many years, and they also hadn't ridden in his car.

Mom was tempted but thought of the already cooked meal: "Let's wait for next time."

"When Dad's birthday is over, I'll have to return to Modu, and after that, I won't have much time."

Lu Liang kept persuading, and finally, his dad made the decision: "Leave the cooked meal for tomorrow's porridge then."

Both parents went back to their room to bathe and change, dressing up in new clothes that they seldom wore.

Lu Liang felt a twinge of heartache; he recognized those clothes, bought only two years ago for his wedding.

They looked almost new, as if never worn, but having been stored for so long, the white collar had still yellowed a bit.

Getting into the car, both were very careful, sitting up straight and alert, fearful to touch any buttons and damage the vehicle.

"Dad, you should drive, just take it for a spin, you're an experienced driver, don't you have confidence?"

Lu Liang let his father drive, taking a seat in the back alongside his mother, introducing her to the car's features.

Lu Liang instilled the idea that the car was just a possession, not so fragile after all, and even if it did break, it could be serviced under warranty.

The family of three headed to the city and had dinner at a restaurant that looked decent from the outside, then went straight to the largest mall in town.

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Lu Liang bought several sets of clothes for his parents, a watch for his dad, a gold bracelet for his mom, and finally, two Apple phones.

Apple phones might have poor signal, but they were more user-friendly for the elderly, unlike Android phones that might start downloading a mess of apps automatically if a certain webpage was opened.

Spending over a hundred thousand in just over two hours, the watch and bracelet were the most expensive, but this money was absolutely the most well-spent Lu Liang had ever done.

On the way back, his dad drove again, now much more at ease and less rigid than before.

Approaching a fork in the road, turning left would take them to Luhe Village, but Lu Liang suddenly said, "Dad, let's go to Jinya Garden."

In the township areas, there were no large housing complexes, only a few buildings put up by developers, named with 'garden' or 'park'.

The apartment Lu Liang bought

was on the fifth floor of building B at Jinya Garden.

When they heard that Lu Liang had bought an apartment on his outing, both parents were dumbfounded.

"Do you have too much spare cash with nowhere to spend it?" his mom chided with a stern face.

"Anyway, it wasn't expensive."

Lu Liang chuckled, acting nonchalant, and led them upstairs: "Besides, a new apartment wouldn't be ready for at least a year. So the next time I come back, where would you have me stay, in a hotel?"

Dad had a stronger tolerance and was quite understanding: "Now that it's bought, let's leave it be. It's better than splurging unreasonably."

He couldn't help but look down at his wristwatch, which was a plain metal timepiece worth forty-eight thousand.

If they hadn't stopped him, Lu Liang would have bought the fifty-eight thousand worth watch as a birthday gift for him.

"My dad has good foresight. People in Modu are all speculating on property, now it's just over five thousand, who knows if it might go up to over ten thousand in a few years."

"You're talking about Modu now; can our little place compare to the big cities?"

Mom sighed, no longer disputing, after all, the purchase was made, and buying property is better than reckless spending.

A 120 square meters, three-bedroom apartment,

with simple ceiling decorations and wall treatments.

The room contained only a table, a few chairs, and the leftovers from Lu Liang's noon meal.

Mom's muscle memory instantly snapped into action; she picked up a broom and began to clean.

Dad and Lu Liang were banished to the balcony.

Suddenly, Dad asked, "Have you ever thought about what you'll do in the future?"

"What exactly do you mean?" Lu Liang inquired.

"Your work," Dad explained, "we don't understand it, and can't help you. What we can do is to not add to your troubles, nor let the family add to them. But as for family—you're not getting any younger."

Lu Jiancheng was smoking, still favoring the soft White Sand; he never got used to the medium strength, always feeling it lacked punch.

Last night, they had almost stayed awake all night: the couple had agreed on not prying into Lu Liang's career or causing him problems.

But the matter of family became their lingering worry. Now, not being young anymore, the children of Lu Liang's childhood friends were nearly school-aged.

"Let's just leave it to fate. These things can't be forced," he resolved.

Hearing Lu Liang say this, Lu Jiancheng felt guilty and refrained from further persuasion.

The fact that Lu Liang married Lin Wenjing was in part due to their continuous pressure for marriage.

Countless trips back home for matchmaking, until one day he probably grew tired and settled for someone verging on suitable.

As it turned out, a melon forcefully twisted off its vine was not sweet.

"Dad, if I don't want to get married, even if you held a knife to my throat, I still wouldn't marry," Lu Liang asserted with a smile, his face relaxed. He considered the past as nothing more than a failed investment, not a big deal.

The next morning, Lu Liang took his father's copy of the driving license and documents to the city's Volvo dealership.

He spent 439,000 yuan on an XC60, renowned for having the highest safety factor on earth, as a birthday gift for his father.

Bringing the receipt home, Mom was about to scold him when Lu Liang presented a perfectly reasonable argument.

With over five hundred kilometers between the two places, each trip back home required at least six hours of driving.

If the family had a car, he could take the high-speed train next time. On idle days, Dad could also take Mom out for trips.

Mom was persuaded,

And Dad had no reason to refuse.

A man never truly outgrows his youth; he is powerless against the allure of cars.

Last night, Lu Liang had noticed that Dad kept gently caressing the steering wheel with fondness.

That look was akin to how Lu Liang gazed at Li Manli in her sailor uniform, not wishing to look away even for a moment.

Wednesday was Lu Jiancheng's 55th birthday.

Lu Liang reserved a private room at Zhenhai Building, and then played the role of chauffeur. He first dropped off his parents and grandparents at the restaurant, and finally went into town to pick up his sister and her family as well.

Lu Ya's consideration was not without merit—while the grandparents were still alive and his father was not too old, a small gathering was sufficient.

While the parents and grandparents chatted, the two nephews darted around the table. Lu Liang, Lu Ya, and Luo Haitong conversed.

"What do you think about the construction, and how many levels should we build?"

Over the past few days, Lu Ya had been busy visiting various professional construction firms and had gathered a few design templates.

Although their old house was ramshackle, it occupied a generous plot of land, totaling 255 square meters including the courtyard.

Lu Liang took a liking to a three-and-a-half-story small western-style house with a front yard: "Let's build it according to this design."

He planned to reserve 85 square meters for a front yard, with a lawn on the left and stone pavement on the right, and the main building to the rear.

The lawn could be used to plant fruits and vegetables, while the stone pavement could serve as a parking space or for sunning things like quilts.

Lu Ya smiled, "I thought you'd like this kind. The construction cost for this set is 900 yuan per square meter."

Building the house wasn't expensive, it's the refurbishing that costs a fortune.

A construction area of 170 square meters, built to three and a half stories, would only cost just over 530,000 yuan; but there was no ceiling on the cost of decoration.

You could spend tens of thousands to have a Syrian style, or millions to make it a palace.

Transfering 500,000 yuan to Lu Ya upfront, Lu Liang then handed Luo Haitong a cigarette: "Brother-in-law, I'm tied up with work in Modu and can't get away, so I'll have to trouble my sister to handle this."

Luo Haitong, an earnest and simple man, replied with a sincere smile, "No need for such formalities among family."

Everyone enjoyed the birthday feast immensely.

Because there was one person who was wealthy, willing to spend money, and unconcerned about nitpicking.

In a family, just one person like that can ensure a harmonious atmosphere.