Dreaming Back to the 90s to Help My Dad Chase Away Rivals (BL)

Chapter 77: Crisis Approaches

Translator: dapotaturs

Release Date: 03/30/2024

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Chapter 77: Crisis Approaches

"What? You want to apply to a university outside of our city? When did you start having such thoughts! I won't allow it!"

The thunderous roar pierced through the clouds, shocking the father and son as well as the uncle and nephew who were having lunch in the Ning family living room. Zhao Jingwen almost dropped the spoon he was using to add food to his plate.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Jingwen leaned out, eager to look upstairs. The voice came from the Zhao family on the fourth floor, presumably Wang Yihong was venting her anger.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

Zhao Jingwen pointed upstairs and was forcibly pushed back to the dining table by Ning Jianguo.

"Why are you so excited?"

"What's wrong? Lele wants to study at a university outside the city. Tell your uncle quickly, what's going on."

Zhao Jingwen eagerly looked at Ning Xiaobei and Fan Xia, hoping to get some insider information from them.

Ning Xiaobei and Fan Xia glanced at each other and shook their heads in unison.

"Sorry, we don't know anything."

"Tsk, not caring about classmates at all."

Zhao Jingwen shook his head and picked up his bowl.

"I always thought Lele was going to enter the Shanghai Conservatory of Music. She's been practicing piano since she was little, and she's passed Grade Ten, hasn't she? Not going for the art exam would be a waste."

Ning Jianguo also found it unbelievable.

Wang Yihong thought the same way. She had cultivated Chang Leyun since she was young, even during the most difficult times, persisting in providing her with the best education despite threats and intimidation from her ex-husband.

Private violin lessons were so expensive. When Chang Leyun was in elementary school, each lesson cost five hundred yuan, equivalent to a month's salary for an ordinary factory worker in Shanghai. In addition to violin lessons, she also had to attend dance classes. The combined cost of the two subjects was staggering. It wasn't until she entered high school and her energy was limited that she stopped taking dance classes, much to Wang Yihong's regret.

This year, she finally passed Grade Ten in violin. The certificate, once issued, was framed in a golden border and hung on the wall of the Zhao family's living room, visible to guests as soon as they entered. Even Xiao Zhao, who worked at the Cultural Center, would boast to people that his daughter's artistic accomplishment surpassed his own and that his mantle would be passed down to her in the future.

For this daughter, Wang Yihong had given everything she had.

"You get out! If you have the guts to leave, then don't come back! You've grown wings, don't want your mother, don't want this family, then leave! Go!"

Wang Yihong, losing her composure, spoke without restraint.

Then there was a "clang," as if a bowl had been smashed on the ground.

Fan Xia's neck shrank, too scared to speak.

"Just leave if you want to go!"

"Bang!"