Reborn: Instead of Chasing the School Beauty, I Chased Her Mother

Chapter 90: 077 Auntie Rao, I'm sorry, I..._4

"I couldn't agree more."

"If that's the case, not to mention five thousand, I'd lend you fifty thousand."

Hearing about fifty thousand yuan, Liu Yaolong licked his lips, the greed in his eyes unmistakable.

With so much money, he could pretend to be wealthy for quite a while.

College was about to start, and he was contemplating how to play the role of a rich second-generation student.

If he had fifty thousand yuan, things would be different.

But he quickly came to his senses.

"Stop talking nonsense, she's my biological mother. I'm sparing you because you're my brother, but if you keep spouting nonsense, I'll really beat you up."

Liu Yaolong gave a warning look.

However, it was quite obvious that Su Xiaolong didn't take it seriously; he knew his good friend well.

Sooner or later, he would come to him for medicine.

He had visited his house before and had not forgotten about the delicate Aunt Fang until now.

Now that such an opportunity had presented itself, how could he let it slip away?

Everyone else was now avoiding Liu Yaolong, but he was the only one taking him in, providing him with food and drink, and even lending him money, all for what?

It was all for his stunning mature mother.

That woman didn't look like much outside, but at home, she didn't bind herself with cloth.

Such a slender body yet with a 36D bust, the contrast.

It was maddening, a 160 cm tall woman with such a figure was truly miraculous.

"Anyway, you can come to me when you've thought it through."

"I'm going to take a shower."

Watching his friend head to the bathroom, Liu Yaolong was truly tempted at that moment, but he still had principles; under the current circumstances, he just couldn't do such things.

"Mom should still have some money. Our family used to have so much money; it's impossible that we're left with no cash at all."

"I'll call her again..."

In the past, he had never tried to present himself as a rich second generation, so his expenses weren't big.

But now that the boast had been made, his dad had made big money.

Without money, how could he maintain his pretense!

Nervous, he dialed his mother Fang Zhiya's number.

"Hello, Mom."

"Son, how's your class going?"

Fang Zhiya didn't understand these things, and at this moment, all she cared about was her son's studies.

"Mom, I've learned a lot of useful things."

"You can rest assured."

"Good, that's good to hear."

Fang Zhiya sounded quite happy.

No matter what, Liu Yaolong was her only son. As long as he could find his way back and strive for improvement, she would forgive him.

Even though her son was far from being Li Zhiyan.

As long as her son was on the right track, she would be content.

"Mom is hoping that one day you can stand out, grow up and make something of yourself. Recently, the business at my noodle stall has been good. You just focus on your studies; Mom has prepared for your tuition fees."

For a moment, Liu Yaolong's throat tightened with emotion; in this world, his mother loved him the most.

Maybe he should just come clean to his mother and study diligently from now on.

"Mom."

But as the words reached the tip of his tongue, he found he couldn't say them. No, if he came clean, he would completely lose his chance at maintaining his rich second-generation persona.

"Mom, it's like this: my grades in class are particularly good."

"So the tutor wants me to join an advanced class. That way, I can get my certificate faster, and I'll be able to work part-time to support myself during university."

As he spoke, Liu Yaolong's resolve hardened. This was the most important thing right now; first, he needed to get the money.

He hadn't won over Wang Xinyue yet.

"It's going to cost another ten thousand yuan."

"Yes, Mom, it's a great opportunity for me to improve myself."

"Okay, Mom will figure out a way to transfer it to your bank account."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Zhiya's head began to ache.

She opened the cash box of her noodle stall, where two hundred-yuan bills lay.

The rest were three fifties and a handful of assorted change.

Seeing the somewhat lacking business, she didn't know how to help her son get hold of the ten thousand yuan, but thinking of her son being able to work part-time and support himself, Fang Zhiya felt she should help him get the money.

She couldn't count on those friends anymore; when she had called to borrow money before, they all made excuses, and some even blocked her.

If it came to borrowing money, only Xiao Yan was willing to lend it to her, but he was a junior.

It had already been difficult when he lent her ten thousand yuan before; she couldn't ask him again.

She already owed Li Zhiyan a lot.

As she worried, she saw from a distance Li Zhiyan walking towards her stall.

"Aunt Fang!"

Li Zhiyan's waving figure made Fang Zhiya feel an involuntary sense of happiness.

This child, so good, she missed him...