Chapter 125 Ask Him for Another 300,000

Peng Xiufang's face fell; she had spent the first half of her life giving birth and raising children in Changqing Village.

All her energy and attention were focused on her two sons; they were her whole world.

It would be a lie to say I don't care.

She had planned to wait for her two sons to return to the village and tell them about Yan Zhendong.

But they don't answer the phone or reply to WeChat messages, so she can't contact them at all.

Later, she suddenly had the idea to buy a new phone card.

I registered a WeChat account with a new number and then added Yan Yu on WeChat.

Yan Yu thought it was a classmate and accepted the friend request without any suspicion.

Peng Xiufang finally got her wish and saw her son's WeChat Moments.

At this point, she couldn't help but tear up.

"Take a look at this family photo." She opened the photo and showed it to Yan Sui.

This is a photo that Yan Yu has pinned to the top of his WeChat Moments.

Yan Yu looked somewhat youthful at this time, suggesting the photo was taken a few years ago.

Besides the two brothers, there was also Yan Zhendong's family of three.

A girl in the middle is holding a big cake, and everyone is smiling happily.

Peng Xiufang quietly shed tears, then hurriedly wiped them away.

“You’re right, they already knew about Yan Zhendong.”

And a choice has already been made.

Peng Xiufang laughed self-deprecatingly, "I have no money and can't give them anything, so it's no wonder they chose their rich biological fathers."

Yan Sui remained silent, and her silence, reminiscent of Peng Xiufang's character, was truly chilling.

But what's done is done, and there's no point in dwelling on it. What's really important is figuring out how to secure more benefits for Peng Xiufang.

"Auntie, what do you want to do now?"

Peng Xiufang remained silent; she didn't know either.

Should we bring it up directly with Yan Zhendong?

But what will she do after the divorce?

She has no money, and even the house she lives in now belongs to the Yan family. What will she do then?

“If you trust me, Auntie, don’t bring it up for now. Divorce is definitely going to happen, but it can’t just happen like this. You have to catch him off guard.”

Yan Zhendong has delayed Peng Xiufang for so many years and even started another family in the city. How can we not make him pay some price?

"Given his current situation, it would be easy to obtain evidence of his bigamy, and we could catch him off guard."

Peng Xiufang was taken aback. "Bigamy? What am I supposed to do now?"

Yan Sui: "Uncle Zhendong is unlikely to sue you. He can't afford to waste time. What you should be thinking about now is what you want to get."

The child is already grown up, so there is no issue of custody battle. Peng Xiufang only needs to think about herself.

Peng Xiufang quickly found the answer in her heart.

"I don't want to leave Changqing Village, I want a house!"

Yan Sui nodded, "Ask him for another 300,000."

Peng Xiufang was startled, "Isn't this too much?"

“You’ve been in the countryside for so many years, having and raising children. Even hiring a nanny would cost you several thousand yuan a month, right? It’s okay if he refuses to pay. Just sue him for bigamy. Once things get out of hand, see if his current father-in-law will kick him out.”

Peng Xiufang pursed her lips and said, "I'll do whatever you say."

Yan Sui patted her shoulder, "Auntie, I know you're feeling terrible, but what's done is done. Luckily, you discovered it in time, so there's still a chance to mitigate the damage."

Peng Xiufang couldn't hold back her tears. She knew that crying at this moment would seem pathetic, but she just couldn't help it.

She buried her face in Yan Sui's shoulder and sobbed, crying out about all the heartache and grievances she had endured over the years.

Yan Sui sighed silently, unsure how to comfort her.

Fortunately, Peng Xiufang quickly adjusted her emotions.

"You go ahead with your work, I still need to go keep an eye on the lotus pond."

With so many tourists, it's easy for things to go wrong if you don't keep an eye on things.

Yan Sui nodded and continued to tend to her fence.

During the trip, I met a few fans who came over to take photos with me and asked me for directions to the lotus pond.

After a while, Fu Yansheng came over.

Yan Sui rubbed her wrist and casually ordered, "Mr. Fu, you've come at the perfect time. Help me pick all the watermelons."

She'll clear this plot of land first, and once the mural is finished, she'll plant some flowers and plants, and put a chair in the corner.

Fu Xicheng stared in disbelief, thinking to himself, "Yan Sui is really brave."

She actually made Fu Yansheng do chores!

Her uncle's hands are used to handle deals worth hundreds of millions, how could that be...?

The man beside her hummed in agreement, then expertly rolled up his sleeves and began clearing the watermelon seedlings for Yan Sui.

Fu Xicheng looked dazed, as if he were dreaming.

She ran over in surprise and approached Fu Yansheng.

That face, yes, it's her uncle.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

Fu Yansheng remained expressionless and said calmly, "Picking watermelons, is that hard to understand?"

Fu Xicheng: "It's not hard to understand why others do this, but it's hard to understand why you do it."

Fu Yansheng ignored her, not even noticing how many vegetables he had picked for her to eat at home.

"Uncle, if Grandpa sees you doing this, he'll definitely scold you for not doing your proper job."

Fu Yansheng lazily glanced at her, lifting her eyelids, and ignored her.

Yan Sui couldn't stand these words. "You can't say that. Your uncle works very hard to earn money to support the family. What's wrong with him relaxing occasionally?"

"Hard work?" Fu Xicheng thought to himself that he hadn't spent much money.

The whale was enormous, and countless people worked for it.

"Of course it's hard work. Your family is old and disabled, it's not easy to raise you all."

Fu Xicheng was speechless. What could she do? She now had a mentally challenged father and brother.

It was all her family's fault that dragged Fu Yansheng down.

After Fu Yansheng finished picking the watermelons, Yan Sui finished building the fence on her side.

The position of the fence has been adjusted, and the flower wall has been moved outside, making it much more convenient for everyone to take photos.

She gave Fu Yansheng a few watermelons, and then loaded the rest onto her tricycle and took them home.

When she passed by Song Yuxia's house, she was surprised to see that Grandma Song was setting up a stall to sell things in front of her own house.

"Grandma Song, what are you selling?"

“It’s Yan Sui.” Grandma Song laughed. “I sell lemonade and I’m bored at home, so Yu Xia went to town and bought a lot of lemonade.”

Yan Sui leaned closer and saw that the styrofoam box was indeed full of lemonade from a certain milk tea brand.

This brand offers great value for money; a cup of lemonade only costs four yuan.

Next to the styrofoam box was a sign that read "6 yuan a cup of chilled lemonade".

Earning two yuan is not bad.

"Is anyone buying this?"

Grandma Song smiled broadly, "Yes, I've already sold a whole box."

Next to her were some bamboo weaving items, and Yan Sui squatted down to look at them.

"Did Sister Yuxia also buy these wholesale?"

Grandma Song shook her head. "I made these up myself when I had nothing else to do."

Yan Sui asked in surprise, "Did you also hand-make these little animals yourself?"

"Yes, I could weave these very quickly when I was young, and I could even exchange them for money in town."

Unfortunately, she lost sight in one eye, which slowed her down afterward.

But over the years, her family had accumulated quite a few of these little trinkets, so she took them out to display, hoping to earn a little money if she could.

"Grandma Song, this is handmade bamboo weaving. Selling it for two or three yuan is too cheap. We need to change the price."

Handmade items are expensive these days.

How much will it cost?

Yan Sui categorized the items: "These little trinkets like grasshoppers, dragonflies, and butterflies are five yuan each; this single-layer fruit basket is ten yuan, and the double-layer one is eighteen yuan; and this bamboo wind chime..."

After setting the price, she wrote a new sign.

[Intangible cultural heritage bamboo weaving, purely handmade.]

"Don't just sit idle. When no one is buying, keep making your own. People will immediately recognize that you made it yourself, and that's what makes it special."

Grandma Song said "Oh," and obediently went inside to take out the gourd she had half-woven and continue weaving.

Yan Sui returned to the tricycle, picked up a watermelon, and got off.

"Grandma Song, my watermelons are ripe. Please have some with me and Sister Yuxia."

Grandma Song quickly pushed it back, saying, "Yan Sui, you've already helped us enough. It's not right for me to take your things."

"The watermelons I grew myself aren't worth much. If you feel bad about it, you can make me a fish instead. I like koi fish; they bring good fortune."

"Okay, okay, I'll make it up for you."

Yan Sui put down the watermelon and was about to leave when she turned around and ran into that couple again.

The man was shouting so loudly, making disparaging remarks about Changqing Village. She thought they had already left.