Because her son came to demand money and she didn't have any to give, Meng Shuyun was forced to death.
From disappointment, regret, and pain, Meng Shuyun awoke from a dream and was rebor...
The moment those two sentences were uttered, they instantly drew the attention of everyone in the room.
Meng Shuyun quickly got up and went to open the door herself.
A couple in their forties stood outside the courtyard, dressed smartly and exuding an air of refinement. A few snowflakes fell from their heads, and behind them, a gleaming car with soft headlights stood out conspicuously in the somewhat rustic village.
"Hello! Please come in, Jiaqi is inside." Meng Shuyun greeted them warmly, her face beaming with a friendly smile.
The couple smiled and handed over the heavy New Year's gifts, then followed Meng Shuyun into the courtyard.
At this moment, the family was gathered around the fire, but Su Xiangyang was nowhere to be seen, and Deng Jiaqi was also nowhere to be seen.
Meng Shuyun was slightly taken aback, then smiled and explained, "They were just here. Xiaoli, go and pour some tea; Xiaojuan, go and call them out."
Su Xiumei moved a long bench over somewhat awkwardly. She looked at the clothes the couple were wearing, and the material looked expensive. Then she looked at her own thick cotton-padded coat and couldn't help but feel ashamed. Even her smile was a little unnatural.
Meng Kangshun was also busy, adding charcoal to the brazier; Su Xiulan quickly brought clean, brand-new towels and handed them to the couple to wipe themselves.
Su Xiuju also moved the fruits and New Year's goods closer together.
The Deng couple were very approachable, taking the towels to wipe themselves dry and looking at the warm-hearted Meng family with gentle smiles on their faces.
The driver carried New Year's goods from the truck into the yard again and again, and the goods were piled up to the side, full of them.
"Jiaqi has really caused you all trouble these past few days." Deng's mother smiled and spoke softly, exuding a gentle and refined air.
Mr. Deng took out cigarettes and politely offered them to the men present, but they all declined.
"No trouble at all. There are many children in the family, and smoking is bad for their health. We don't allow smoking at home." Meng Shuyun smiled and smoothed things over, taking the pomelo that Meng Kangshun had peeled and handing it to him.
Su Xiangyang was dragged out by Deng Jiaqi.
He was wearing that old cotton-padded jacket, his face was flushed, and fine beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.
Meeting Deng Jiaqi's parents was more terrifying to him than climbing mountains of knives or descending into seas of fire. At that moment, he was terrified, and his legs were trembling.
After all, he had inexplicably brought that girl home, even got a marriage certificate, but hadn't given her a dowry, let alone any of the traditional gifts.
If Deng Jiaqi's parents found out about this, they would definitely not let him off the hook and would skin him alive.
Deng's mother stood up, her gaze falling on Su Xiangyang. She nodded with satisfaction: "This must be Xiangyang! He's a very handsome young man, a fine young man. Come and sit here."
Deng's father pulled Su Xiangyang to sit between them, his eyes full of admiration, and kept asking about his education and work situation.
Su Xiangyang was so nervous that he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet. Several times he was about to say that he needed to go to the toilet when he was interrupted by Deng's father's enthusiastic questioning.
At this moment, Deng's mother took out the property certificate from her exquisite handbag, gently placed it in his hand, patted the back of his hand, and her eyes were full of satisfaction: "I'm sorry you suffered, this is compensation for you. You are highly educated, tall, and good-looking. The baby you have with Jiaqi will definitely be very cute."
Father Deng also took out the company contract and slapped it onto Su Xiangyang's hand: "Yes, since you are willing to be our Deng family's son-in-law, it is unfair to you. This is your compensation. Take it."
Su Xiangyang was completely stunned by the sudden acquisition of the house and company, and he was so bewildered that he thought he was dreaming.
One second I was so poor I only had two dollars, and the next I was someone who owned a house and a company. I never even dared to dream of this!
But when did he become the Deng family's live-in son-in-law?!
"I..." Su Xiangyang suddenly stood up, his face turning deathly pale. He immediately looked at Meng Shuyun, wanting to see her reaction.
Meng Shuyun was quite open-minded, thinking to herself that Su Xiangyang was really lucky to have caught Jiaqi's eye; such a huge windfall had just fallen into his lap.
There's no way to remain calm without being shocked.
Su Xiangyang looked at his family's reactions and saw that they were all calm and composed, without the slightest surprise.
Su Xiangyang was shocked. So, while the whole family knew he was going to become a live-in son-in-law, he was the last to find out!
Deng Jiaqi pulled Su Xiangyang to her side, looking at her parents with a hint of reproach: "Mom and Dad, don't scare him away. Xiangyang is easily embarrassed, so don't make things difficult for him."
Su Xiangyang was still in a daze, as if in a dream, and he hadn't come back to his senses even after Deng Jiaqi's parents left.
Meng Shuyun handed the things in his hands to Deng Jiaqi and said earnestly, "Keep such valuable things safe. It's best to lock them in a bank; that's the safest place. A man shouldn't have too much money. Money can easily corrupt you. It's most reliable to keep your finances under your own control, understand?"
Upon hearing this, Su Xiangyang jumped up in a panic: "That's compensation for me!"
Meng Shuyun shot a sharp glare at him, like a blade, freezing Su Xiangyang in place: "Now that you and Jiaqi have registered your marriage, what's yours belongs to Jiaqi. If you have any objections, feel free to come and argue with me."
Su Xiangyang instantly wilted like a frostbitten eggplant.
He was filled with resentment; that was his house, his company!
With these things, he could have stopped suffering in this house!
Back in the room, Su Xiangyang slept on the floor as usual, and the two of them maintained this arrangement by claiming that the bed was too small.
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