Chapter 79 - 077 Plan
Chen Biao went back home, the more he thought about it, the more unsettled he felt. A few tables of celebratory wine had already been set up at home, but he didn’t manage to marry the bride, nor claim the child. Though he’d recovered the gambling debt, he’d wasted the money on the wine. Not only that—he still felt as though he’d been played. He, of all people, had been toyed with by a group of women.
Seeing Tian Sangsang’s son today made him restless—he desperately wanted a son.
Zhao Chun was wiping the table with a cloth, sneaking glances back at Chen Biao while stifling continuous laughter. Watching Brother Biao suffer a loss today was deeply satisfying. But for him, wasn’t this also an opportunity?
The tablecloth was greasy, and Zhao Chun suppressed the urge to gag. He positioned himself to the side, lowering his gaze obediently. "Brother Biao, what’s troubling you?"
"Speak properly! What’s with all this refined nonsense—who’s it for?" Chen Biao responded with a slap to Zhao Chun’s forehead. Troubling him? Well, what could trouble him other than Tian Sangsang’s son? He crossed his legs, exasperated. "You tell me—what else would I be troubled about? Isn’t it about Tian Sangsang’s son?"
Damn it! Zhao Chun rubbed his head, forcing a servile smile. "Want a son? That’s simple. Brother Biao, in this world, there’s nothing money can’t solve. If you pay up, Tian Sangsang will hand over her son willingly."
"I didn’t shell out money? I gave a betrothal gift of 358 yuan!" Chen Biao’s irritation flared—358 yuan! That was more than anyone else in the village, yet spending celebratory wine money like this was a complete waste.
Zhao Chun secretly curled his lips in disdain, thinking, "How cheap—358 yuan wasn’t even a dowry; it was someone else’s gambling debt."