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

The woman before him was indeed the mother who gave birth to him and raised him.

However, at this moment, Zhang Honglei was more concerned about his own face.

In his heart, there was nothing more important than face.

After all, he had worked so hard for so long to maintain the image of a rich young master.

It couldn't be ruined no matter what.

As long as his mother hadn't yet revealed she was his mother, there was still time.

Then he stood up with considerable presence.

"Let's talk outside."

That demeanor, as if talking to a stranger, made Wu Qingxian's heart uncomfortably sour.

Nevertheless, she stepped outside the classroom.

After Zhang Honglei came out, he breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, nobody discovered she was his mother.

"Mom, where's the money?"

No sooner had he come out than Zhang Honglei was asking about money, completely unconcerned and indifferent to questions like whether his mom felt hot or why she had come here.

"Here you go."

Taking out an envelope, she felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart.

At that moment, Zhang Honglei also noticed Li Zhiyan standing behind Wu Qingxian, which startled him.

What was Li Zhiyan doing appearing so suddenly?

Why was he standing so close to his own mother?

If he exposed him, would he completely lose his image as a rich young master in the eyes of his classmates?

However, it seemed Li Zhiyan wasn't interested in exposing him, which allowed Zhang Honglei to fully relax.

After taking the envelope, Zhang Honglei seemed to lose even the inclination to talk to Wu Qingxian.

"Thanks, Mom, you should get back to work."

After mumbling the words, he swaggered back to the classroom with the envelope.

The envious and jealous looks of his classmates were incredibly satisfying to Zhang Honglei.

He revelled in the feeling of all his classmates' attention fixed on him, satisfying his vanity immensely. It felt great.

After returning to his seat, some of the boys in the dorm expressed their envy: "You really are a second-generation rich, was that your mom just now? She's so beautiful."

"But her clothes are so old, she doesn't look like a lady from a wealthy family."

The girls nearby pricked up their ears to listen to Zhang Honglei's conversation.

There had been rumors before that Zhang Honglei was a faux rich second generation, but today, someone from his family came to give him five thousand yuan just for shoes, which must mean it's true.

Zhang Honglei felt a bead of sweat on his forehead.

Today his mother had truly embarrassed him, wearing such old clothes to the school.

"She's not my mom, she's just a housekeeper in our family."

Only then did everyone understand the situation.

Zhang Honglei's vanity was once again greatly satisfied; having a housekeeper come to bring him money made sense.

He really had crisis management skills...

However, unbeknownst to him, in the groove under the table, a small recording pen was clearly recording everything he said.

...

When it was time for class, Li Zhiyan followed Wu Qingxian, feeling her dejection.

He could understand why; having such a son would naturally cause heartache.

"Xiao Yan, you should go back."

"Class is starting."

Hearing the loss in Wu Auntie's voice, Li Zhiyan naturally couldn't just leave casually.

He had to offer some comfort to Wu Auntie.

"Wu Auntie, let me walk you to your electric scooter."

"Good son..."

Wu Qingxian noticed that Li Zhiyan treated her with much more consideration and seriousness than her own son.

Clearly, he regarded her as a very important person.

"Wu Auntie, do you really want me as your son that much?"

"Yes, son, call me Mom and make me happy."

"Just indulge your fantasy for a moment."

Normally, Li Zhiyan was unwilling to joke around with Wu Qingxian.

But Wu Auntie's mood was obviously not good right now.

So he called out, "Mom."

"Ah, good son."

Wu Qingxian grasped Li Zhiyan's hand, her thoughts drifting to the disdainful look her own son had given her when he saw her qipao earlier.

He obviously disdained her for wearing old clothes and embarrassing him.

After walking hand in hand to the electric scooter,

Wu Qingxian touched Li Zhiyan's face.

"Son, don't escort me any further; your mom is going back now. Make sure you study hard at school, okay?"

"I understand, Wu Auntie."

Li Zhiyan could joke and call her "Mom" for a moment, but he feared Wu Auntie might take it too seriously.

If that happened, things could get complicated later on.

Although he quite liked calling Aunt Fang "Mom" and would do so in the bedroom, it was because Aunt Fang was joking with him.

But Wu Auntie really wanted to recognize him as her godson...

"All right, give your mom a hug."

Wu Qingxian, somewhat reluctant to part with Li Zhiyan, opened her arms.

Li Zhiyan bowed his head and gave Wu Auntie a tight hug, feeling her embrace.

He whispered softly, "Wu Auntie, don't worry too much."

"I'll come to spend time with you often."

"Okay, good son."

After kissing Li Zhiyan's face, leaving a lipstick mark, she considered they were at school,

and helped Li Zhiyan wipe off the mark.