According to the normal life plan, once the child goes to college, there's no need to worry anymore.

Although I haven't really worried about anything in the first half of my life.

My mom called me on the phone, repeatedly reminding me to start focusing on He Bufan's future career.

After graduation, there is an abundance of talent and the market is constantly changing. It's best to let He Bufan be prepared in advance, so that he can directly take the civil service exam in the future and secure a stable job.

These were the words my mom told me when I graduated from college.

I superficially agreed, "Okay, okay," but secretly messaged He Bufan: [Handle your own affairs, Mom is going out for a trip.]

He sent me 200,000 yuan:

[My classmates and I developed a small program and made some spare money. I'm giving it to you as a travel fund.]

Wuwuwu, my good son, you didn't let me down when you were born.

Other people's sons are supported by their parents, but I am supported by my son.

In the first half of my life, I made bad choices and suffered a lot, but now I deserve all of this.

I started using the money my son gave me to travel all around the country.

He studied while starting a business with like-minded friends.

By his junior year, his small company was already running smoothly.

Every time he called, the first thing he asked after knowing where I was: "Do you have enough money? If not, I'll send you some."

He acted like a domineering CEO.

Well, he truly is my good son; I love him even more.

None of the things my mom worried about actually happened.

After He Bufan graduated from college, his own company thrived and he became a capitalist seamlessly.

I even attended the company's listing ceremony as the boss's family member.

Everyone in the company is full of youthful vigor, and my son stood in the middle like a giant child, pretending to be serious but unable to hide his smiling lips.

After the party ended, he drove me back to our home where we had lived together for many years.

I had a few drinks, and the alcohol caused my motherly love to overflow. I held He Bufan's face with both hands:

"My dear child, don't overwork yourself. Your health is the most important thing. Mom doesn't need you to earn much money. The savings I've accumulated over the years are enough to support the two of us until the day we die."

He Bufan opened his phone and showed me the latest financial report of the company:

"If I slack off, the company will go bankrupt and your savings won't be able to fill that huge gap. Even if we sell the house, we still won't be able to pay off the debt. Then, the two of us will have to live under a bridge."

Alright, I take back what I just said.

I push him aside, saying, "Well then, if you have nothing to do, go back to the company and work overtime. While you're young, put in more effort."