Back to the 70s: My Childhood Sweetheart Spoils Me Rotten

Chapter 1109 - 1111: The Zhao Family’s Past

The relatives of the Zhao Family were really confused by what Gong Ruini said.

Several times, Zhao Xuran moved his mouth, but he truly didn’t know what to say.

He genuinely had no idea what to say.

Looking at Zhao Xuran’s troubled expression, "I see, I was being reckless."

It seems they must be some extreme relatives, so extreme that they have long stopped contacting each other.

By looking at Gong Ruini’s expression, it’s clear she was definitely overthinking it.

As she was about to escape, he quickly grabbed Gong Ruini’s arm, "Those relatives of mine have long cut off ties with my family, oh, it’s from my grandfather’s side."

Ah, cut ties long ago? Gong Ruini let out an understanding sound, it probably had something to do with Zhao Gang marrying Zhan Jing.

Back in those years, Zhan Jing’s background wasn’t good, it would definitely hold Zhao Gang back, and the Zhao Family couldn’t persuade this son, so thinking about cutting off the relationship was normal.

"My dad broke off from the family when he was just over ten years old."

Ah, really? Back then, how old was Zhao Gang, and he actually severed ties? Gong Ruini couldn’t understand how parents could be so cruel.

It’s said that the old couple from the Gong Family were not good to Gong Tao, but compared to Zhao Gang’s parents, they were much better.

"My grandma passed away long ago. My grandpa married a woman in our hometown, and after moving to the city, he said marriage was free, then divorced my grandma."

"My grandma couldn’t bear the blow, her health deteriorated, and she persisted until my dad was in his teens before passing away."

I understand, it seems Zhao Gang’s father must have been a revolutionary from a young age, found a like-minded partner and answered the call.

Regarding that part of history, Gong Ruini hadn’t experienced it, so she couldn’t comment.

But she wondered if it was fair to those child brides left behind in the hometown.

Gong Ruini never thought that such a historical segment would be so close to her.

"After my grandma died, my dad, advised by kind people, went to find my grandfather, but not only did they not acknowledge him, they also beat my dad away."

"In the end, it was kind people who arranged a job for my dad."

Oh heavens, Gong Ruini’s mouth dropped open. Stepmothers not liking Zhao Gang is normal, because Zhao Gang’s existence reveals many past stories about Comrade Old Zhao.

It would make Zhao Gang’s half-siblings feel uncomfortable in various ways.

More importantly, they would worry; seeing this so-called eldest son suddenly appear, it might trigger feelings of guilt and a need to make amends.

What could Gong Ruini do to comfort Zhao Xuran? Zhao Gang hadn’t brought it up all these years, probably because he didn’t want to recall those past events.

What piqued Gong Ruini’s curiosity was how those people would react if they knew that Zhao Gang, whom they once looked down on, had become wealthy.

As for this assumption, Zhao Xuran indicated he didn’t want to think about it.

"It’s been so many years without contact, and they don’t want to bring it up."

"They are people with power and influence; why would they seek out us ordinary folks?"

Although he had no direct contact with those people, he knew the consequences would be unimaginable if they got entangled with them.

Indeed, Gong Ruini decided not to dwell on the issue.

It’s not that she wasn’t curious, but Zhao Xuran mentioned he wanted his proposal done before school started, which left Gong Ruini feeling distressed.

Now, Gong Ruini regrets not going to the United States with Zhao Guangran back then.

No, she should have watched closely when he was writing proposals to learn properly.

No matter how dissatisfied she felt, Gong Ruini could only pull out her notebook and start getting into work mode.

"Brother Xuran, do you have the proposal for the tutoring class expansion from back then?" Gong Ruini thought it would be necessary to reference past proposals.

Regret, oh regret, for not paying attention back then. Now, no matter how hard she tried to recall, some things just couldn’t be remembered.

"So much time has passed, do you think it would be useful?"

"Targeting students and adults is different."

"Plus, my standards will be higher."

Is that so? The standards will rise? Gong Ruini felt like she was going to cough up blood. It was already considered high before, how could it be raised further now?

Gong Ruini wanted to cling to Zhao Xuran, hoping he would show mercy and let her off the hook.

She continually gave coquettish glances at Zhao Xuran, hoping this ’big boss’ would let her off.

"Don’t look at me; it makes me nervous. But I will not lower the standards." Zhao Xuran remained resolute.

Over-the-top, she almost wanted to throw a few punches at him, truly lacking emotional intelligence.

You have to understand, she’s not like that faceless, shameless fool brother, Zhao Guangran. She’s his sweet and delicate girlfriend!

Gong Ruini felt all kinds of dissatisfaction, yet Zhao Xuran simply wouldn’t look at her, leaving a gaze filled with grievance.

Hmph, don’t look then, no need to be soft-hearted.

Gong Ruini also got haughty. She too had her pride, picking up pen and paper before vigorously starting to write.

Though she had never managed a vocational school, she knew the successful paths from previous life’s successful vocational institutions.

It was about improving the educational level while packaging the school well, marketing it, and increasing student employment rates.

The last two were the most important. With these thoughts, inspiration hit Gong Ruini, and she wrote quickly.

Oh, the pain of not having a computer. Even though writing felt smooth, there were always spots with differing phrasing that needed revisiting.

At this moment, all she could think about was computers, how convenient it would be to type directly, modify easily, and save drafts.

Computers, oh computers, when would they become widely available? Even though computers now existed, they weren’t popular yet. The hefty price and bulky size were barriers.

I wonder if Chinese input methods have been developed yet, otherwise having a computer isn’t very useful.

Zhao Xuran observed Gong Ruini’s fast writing pace; looking at her little face in distress, he knew she was intimidated by the task.

Then he bowed his head to continue reviewing materials; there was so much to handle. After Ni Zi starts school, he plans to take a trip to the Northeast.

Though he trusted the Miao Family, occasionally showing up acted as a deterrent.

Otherwise, prolonged absence might make them assume they’re the ones in charge.

Before leaving, he’d need to stock up on things suitable for the Northeast, like down jackets.

Though they make people look all round and puffy, they are undeniably warm—they should sell well with the Old Russians.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xuran felt excited, quickly jotting this idea down in his notebook, ready to pass it onto someone else before staying home to count money.

Time flies; it wouldn’t be long before the Northeast or the Old Russians’ winter, getting goods shipped before the roads close was imperative.