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

The unexpected windfall had struck them like a heavy, heart-wrenching gift from the heavens.

Wei Tian and Sang Zhilan immediately boarded a bus to the residential project Gu Yu had suggested. Once inside the sales office, they received professional guidance from the handsome, young property consultants on staff.

While the consultants were briefly occupied elsewhere, Wei Tian and Sang Zhilan took the opportunity to examine the various floor plans.

Opting against a massive residence, they settled on a modest unit of about eighty square meters. It was the perfect size for just the two of them, featuring a living room and two bedrooms.

The numbers were crunched together once the consultant returned to their side.

A specific unit on the ground floor seemed ideal for their needs.

The apartment boasted excellent ventilation and natural light. Its location on the first floor was highly convenient, as they wouldn't need to climb stairs or wait for elevators.

Furthermore, it included a private small yard.

For Sang Zhilan, who had a lifelong habit of growing her own vegetables for health and convenience, this was a dream come true.

In the past, their lack of outdoor space forced Wei Tian to scavenge styrofoam boxes to use as planters. By filling these with soil to grow greens, they had managed to save significantly on food costs.

The prospect of having a real garden made them incredibly happy.

Additionally, this property was relatively affordable compared to the current astronomical real estate prices in Beijing.

The Beijing property market was as renowned as the city itself, experiencing terrifying surges in value. In recent years, prices had been climbing by over ten thousand yuan annually.

What started at ten thousand yuan per square meter had ballooned to sixty or seventy thousand.

This was the secret behind Tang Zhinian’s massive wealth; he had acquired tens of thousands of acres with very little capital. Even after a decade of development, more than half of that land remained for his son to inherit.

Truly, the luck of Tang Zhinian was something that defied all logic.

People rarely discussed his business prowess; instead, they envied his current lifestyle. He lived in a sprawling, garden-like estate, soaked in hot springs daily, traveled whenever he pleased, and was flanked by two vibrant young grandsons.

He lived the exact life that most people dream of achieving in their later years.

Wei Tian and Sang Zhilan had arrived at just the right moment.

If they had waited even one more day, this particular apartment would likely have been snatched up.

Despite being on the ground floor, the unit remained dry because of the two-level parking garage situated beneath it.

The entrance wasn't tucked away in a cramped hallway; there was even a large exterior area that could be utilized for private use.

While the official documents stated eighty square meters, the actual usable space reached over a hundred, especially with the addition of the free yard.

That yard could be transformed into a vegetable patch, a flower garden, or even a private parking spot.

The couple was thoroughly pleased with the residence.

When the moment came to finalize the purchase, they clutched their bank cards so tightly that their palms were drenched in nervous sweat.

In truth, this money was a stroke of luck that existed only because Tang Yuxin was not like Wei Jiani.

Had it been otherwise, that wealth would have vanished like meat thrown to a dog—never to be seen again.

It was Tang Yuxin’s sense of duty and conscience that had provided them with this fortune.

As they grew older, they had little desire for luxuries; they simply wanted a home of their own. They wanted a permanent sanctuary where they wouldn't be forced to move during their final years.

They decided that investing in this property was the best path forward.

The apartment was ready for immediate occupancy, requiring no additional renovation work.

They could move in the moment their belongings were packed.

Without wasting any time, they began transporting their things bit by bit.

After half a month of effort, they were finally settled into their bright and spacious new home.

It wasn't a palace, but it belonged to them. No one could evict them or demand rent ever again.

When their time eventually came, they would pass away in their own home, returning to the earth where they belonged.

Sang Zhilan and Wei Tian immediately set to work on the large garden.

While neighbors might have parked cars or planted ornamental flowers, they filled the space with vegetables.

The harvest would be more than enough for the two of them. With over three hundred thousand yuan remaining in their savings, their retirement was well-funded.

Meanwhile, Gu Yu parked his bike outside a building.

Though he locked it, the presence of security guards gave him extra peace of mind.

He hurried inside and headed straight for Tang Xincheng’s office desk.

Tang Xincheng had recently taken the reins of the company and had been working himself to the bone.

He had successfully stabilized the business, but the effort had left him exhausted.

He wasn't even twenty-five yet, but the immense stress made him feel as though he was already turning gray.

“Uncle, I wanted to thank you for your help with that matter,” Gu Yu said with a grin, sliding a bottle of Tang Xincheng's favorite fruit juice onto the desk.

Tang Xincheng took the drink without hesitation.

It was his favorite flavor—perfect.

“Who ended up with that apartment?” Tang Xincheng inquired after taking a sip.

He was curious because he had developed that specific complex himself. It featured modern courtyard designs inspired by international trends, complete with a swimming pool, hot springs, a kindergarten, and a hospital.

The ground-floor units were actually the most expensive, typically selling for five or six million yuan to a long list of eager buyers. Yet, he had authorized this one to be sold at half price.

“It was for my mother’s birth mother,” Gu Yu explained, leaning his head on the desk. His eyes narrowed slightly, giving him the appearance of a content, smiling cat.

Tang Xincheng shifted his gaze toward his nephew.

“Is your mother aware of this?”

“Well...” Gu Yu gave his head a small shake. “She doesn't know. This was my own choice. Regardless of the past, she is still my grandmother. If I have the means to help, I will. Old conflicts belong to the past, and I don't hold any grudges.” He flashed another smile at his uncle. “Besides, if she hadn't been so short-sighted and left all those years ago, you wouldn't even exist, Uncle.”

Tang Xincheng reached out and gave his nephew’s forehead a firm poke, though he found the boy's logic strangely comforting.

If Sang Zhilan hadn't left, he indeed wouldn't have been born. Perhaps selling the home at a discount wasn't such a bad deal after all.

“Have your university acceptance results arrived?” Tang Xincheng asked. “You’d better get in, or you’ll have to face your mother’s temper.”

“How could I fail?” Gu Yu replied, brimming with academic confidence. “I’ve been accepted. I might not be a genius on my mother’s level, but I still ranked in the top ten.”

“That’s a relief,” Tang Xincheng sighed, finally relaxing. “Your brother will likely be boarding at his school and only visiting a few times a year. It’s good that you’ll be close by; otherwise, your grandfather would be lonely enough to die from missing you.”

To his father, nothing in the world was more precious than his two grandsons.

“Uncle, you should just have a child of your own for Grandpa. That would really give him a second wind.”