My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s-Chapter 1125

Chapter 1125: Chapter 1107 The Best Uncle in the World Chapter 1125 -1107 The Best Uncle in the World The pie from the sky had landed on them with a heavy, heartbreaking thump.

Wei Tian and Sang Zhilan went straight on the bus to the real estate project that Gu Yu had mentioned, where they got the best advice from the good-looking, young property consultants inside.

Somehow, while those consultants were called away momentarily, Wei Tian and Sang Zhilan studied the floor plans.

They didn’t choose a large apartment; it was just the two of them, so they selected something around eighty square meters with two bedrooms and one living room.

When the property consultant came back, they crunched the numbers together.

There was a perfect set for them on the ground floor.

It had good lighting and airflow, and the floor was convenient—no climbing stairs or fighting for the elevator.

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Plus, it came with a small yard.

Sang Zhilan had always grown vegetables, as it was convenient and hygienic to eat what you grow.

Their only issue had been the lack of space, so Wei Tian collected styrofoam boxes to fill with soil and grow some vegetables, which had saved them quite a bit on groceries.

Now that they had their own yard, they were, naturally, very happy.

Moreover, considering Beijing’s current property prices, this place was one of the less expensive options.

Beijing’s real estate, as famous as the city itself, had seen frightening increases, especially in past years, with prices rising by more than ten thousand yuan each year.

Initially, property was only over ten thousand yuan per square meter, and now it was up to sixty or seventy thousand yuan.

That’s why Tang Zhinian had made so much money; they had gotten tens of thousands of acres with minimal investment.

Even after building on it for over a decade, there was still more than half left for his son.

So, the luck of Tang Zhinian truly defied belief.

Most talked about not his considerable business achievements, but his current lifestyle: living in a vast garden-like property, bathing in hot springs every day, traveling for leisure, and being accompanied by two healthy and young grandsons.

That life epitomized what many sought in their middle and later years.

Therefore, Wei Tian and Sang Zhilan had arrived at the right time.

Had they been a day later, the apartment might have no longer been available.

Although it was on the ground floor, it wasn’t damp, thanks to the two-story parking garage beneath it.

The entrance was not in a corridor; there was even a spacious area outside that could be used privately.

The place was technically eighty square meters, but by the end, you could make use of over a hundred, not to mention the free yard space.

The little yard could be theirs to plant vegetables, flowers, or to build a parking spot.

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Both Wei Tian and Sang Zhilan were very satisfied with the house.

When they finally decided to buy, they held their cards so tightly that their hands were sweating with nerves.

The money, truth be told, was a windfall, all because Tang Yuxin was not Wei Jiani.

Otherwise, that money might as well have been swallowed by a dog—never to be returned.

It was Tang Yuxin’s conscience that had granted them this sum.

Both of them advanced in age, they had little use for the money except for wanting their own home—a place to call their own, so that in their twilight years they wouldn’t have to move again.

They chose to invest in property.

The house was move-in ready, with no further renovations needed.

They could move in as soon as they had packed up their things.

Without delay, they moved things over bit by bit.

It took them over half a month, but finally, they were settled into their new, bright, and comparatively spacious home.

It might not have been huge, but it was theirs, and no one could ever kick them out or rush them with payments again.

If they died, they would die in their own home, roots returned to the soil.

Sang Zhilan and Wei Tian got the large garden sorted.

Others might have planted flowers or used it as a parking space, but they filled it with vegetables.

The produce would be enough for the couple, and with over three hundred thousand yuan left, they had sufficient funds for their retirement.

Gu Yu parked his bicycle outside.

Even though it was locked, there was security to keep watch over it.

He ran inside, straight to Tang Xincheng’s desk.

Tang Xincheng had taken over the company not long before and had worked tirelessly.

Finally, he had prevented the company from regressing, though he felt as worn out as a dog.

He wasn’t yet twenty-five but felt like he’d already grown white hairs from the stress.

“Uncle, thank you for that matter,”

Gu Yu said with a smile, placing a bottle of fruit juice that he liked on the table.

Tang Xincheng unceremoniously accepted it.

Yes, his favorite—nice.

“Who was the apartment for?”

Tang Xincheng asked, sipping the juice.

He was curious, as he himself had developed that complex, which borrowed the most up-to-date courtyard design from abroad, complete with hot springs and a swimming pool, and even had a hospital and kindergarten.

The most expensive units were on the ground floor, selling for five to six million—buyer lined up—even though he sold this one at half the original price.

“It was for my mom’s biological mother,”

Gu Yu said as he propped his head on the table, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking like a dozing cat with a perennially upturned smile.

Tang Xincheng glanced at his nephew.

“Does your mom know?”

“Well…” Gu Yu shook his head.

“She doesn’t.

It was my decision.

Regardless, that’s still my grandmother.

If I can help, I will.

Past grudges belong to the past.

I don’t have strong feelings about it,” he continued with a smile at his uncle, “and if she hadn’t lacked foresight and left back then, there would be no Uncle.”.

Tang Xincheng reached out and poked his nephew’s forehead hard but felt reassured by his reasoning.

If Sang Zhilan hadn’t been short-sighted, there would be no him.

So maybe selling the apartment at half price wasn’t such a loss.

“Have your admission results come out?”

Tang Xincheng asked, “If you don’t get in, beware of your mom’s wrath.”

“How could that happen?” Gu Yu was always very confident in his academic performance.

“I’ve been accepted.

Although I’m not as extraordinary as my mother, I still got in with top ten grades.”

“That’s good,” Tang Xincheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Your brother will probably board at school and only come home a few times a year.

It’s good you’re around; otherwise, your grandfather would miss you to death.”

For his father, nothing was more important than his two grandsons.

“Uncle, have a child of your own for Grandpa, and he’ll be invigorated again.”