The Female Lead Decides to Act Wickedly

Chapter 830 - 327: The Phoenix Man’s Rebirth (Part 11)_3

She indeed wanted her daughter back, but she couldn’t be too selfish. Since she knew He Jingtian wouldn’t be a loving father, why bring her daughter into this world?

Angel could give her daughter a double dose of love, yet the father’s role is irreplaceable.

Angel truly felt sorry for her daughter and wanted to genuinely compensate her, so she wouldn’t presumptuously, under the guise of "for the daughter," do things that would make her suffer and feel sad.

Closing her eyes tightly, Angel silently apologized to her daughter in her heart. When she reopened her eyes, they were firm and powerful.

He Jingtian was unaware of what was happening with Angel. He was busy studying hard, working as a translator to earn money, and patiently accompanying his mother.

Through He Jingtian’s efforts, in less than two months, he saved up three thousand yuan, which was enough for him to buy two rooms in the Provincial City.

He really liked living in the faculty dormitory, but it wasn’t his own home.

When chatting with his neighbors, he hinted at his intention to buy a house.

Mrs. Ma was warm-hearted and had been in the faculty dormitory for over ten years, knowing each family well.

During the day, she sat with Mrs. He by the flower bed in the dormitory, knitting sweaters while busy with work and gathering information.

As a result, she indeed picked up some useful information.

The daughter of Teacher Fang in the next building was going abroad. Failing to secure a scholarship, they planned to send the child abroad at their own expense.

With money being tight, Teacher Fang intended to sell their house to raise funds.

Their family owned two properties: one subsidized housing allocated by the unit and the other a small courtyard inherited by his wife from her deceased father.

Teacher Fang intended to sell one of them.

Comparatively, the subsidized housing in the faculty dormitory was much better.

However, after hearing this from Mrs. Ma, He Jingtian was more interested in buying the wife’s small courtyard house.

Firstly, the property rights of subsidized housing were cumbersome; housing certificates hadn’t been issued yet, and private transactions weren’t legally protected in disputes.

Secondly, the old courtyard had the potential for demolition and redevelopment.

In his previous life, He Jingtian was in the biology business and didn’t deal with real estate. His knowledge about famous demolition locations was limited to those heavily reported in the news.

He had little impression of inconspicuous old cities that were not geographically significant for demolition.

Alas, if only money could buy foreknowledge. Otherwise, before his rebirth, he would have investigated thoroughly.

Unlike now, hoping for demolition of the old courtyard relies on luck.

Despite the gamble, He Jingtian was willing to buy the bungalow.

Through Mrs. Ma’s introduction, He Jingtian met Teacher Fang. After negotiation, he ultimately bought the small courtyard for six thousand yuan.

To gather the funds for the house, He Jingtian worked as a translator for foreign trade companies during holidays.

Typically, he could earn several hundred yuan for a few days’ work interpreting.

If he encountered uncommon languages, where finding suitable translators was difficult, he could earn even more.

As the term neared its end, and the New Year approached, not only had He Jingtian bought a house, but he also bought his real mother a TV, washing machine, and refrigerator.

Mrs. Ma couldn’t help but jokingly envy the full set of household appliances in the He Family, "With the four main items almost complete, you’re ready for marriage!"

He Jingtian modestly smiled, thinking: Marriage? I haven’t even graduated from college, and in this life, I don’t have to worry about the future. I wouldn’t use marriage as a transaction.

Mrs. He was very happy. After two or three months of rest and treatment, she had completely returned to normal.

Yet, she still couldn’t remember her identity and background, but none of that mattered.

Perhaps the memories were too painful, and she instinctively wanted to forget.

Not remembering was a kind of happiness as well.

Yes, happiness!

Mrs. He felt immensely happy now, with a filial son and a peaceful, stable life.

Every day, she would watch TV, knit, and chat idly with Mrs. Ma across the hallway or other enthusiastic ladies in the dormitory. The days passed swiftly.

She had also taken on a new hobby - gardening.

Although it was winter, and even with rudimentary heating, it wasn’t as convenient as spring.

He Jingtian had cleaned up the small courtyard and discussed with Mrs. He about accompanying her to the farmer’s market next spring to pick up some flower seedlings and seeds.

Planted in spring, they might bloom by summer. Just the thought of a garden full of fragrance made Mrs. He smile joyfully.

"Oh my, Xiao Xue, you’re so handsome, just like a movie star."

Mrs. Ma glanced up and saw Mrs. He smiling serenely, unable to refrain from praising, "I used to wonder why Little He was so handsome. Now that I see you, I understand!"

Sons certainly take after their mothers.

Coincidentally, while Mrs. Ma was marveling at the He family’s looks, someone was also staring blankly at He Jingtian...