Shen Yanhong gritted her teeth, her mouth filled with a sweet, metallic taste. Ye Qingqing was definitely doing this on purpose. That brat couldn't stand seeing her and Lan'er living a comfortable life. She had even thought that the brat had changed for the better.

Ugh... that brat is still as bad as ever!

“Both of us have to go to work, how can we have time to pick up Mom?” Shen Yanhong said through gritted teeth.

This reason was exactly what Ye Zhiguo wanted to hear. He didn't want his mother to come and live with him, making a mess of the house and driving him crazy.

"Grandma said you don't need to pick her up. Second Uncle will see her off to the bus, and I'll pick her up at the station," Ye Qingqing said with a sweet smile.

Ye Zhiguo's words stuck in his throat, and the sweet, fishy taste in Shen Yanhong's mouth became even stronger. She really wanted to pour all the soup on the table onto this brat.

Ye Lan said softly, "The weather is getting hotter and hotter. Grandma is getting old and her health isn't good. It takes two or three hours by car, and I'm worried that she won't be able to handle it..."

"Grandma's health is much better than yours, you're practically half-dead. You can run around all day and you're fine, so Grandma will be even less likely to be in trouble." Ye Qingqing interrupted her, giving her a disdainful look.

No one wanted the old lady to come, but she insisted on bringing her, leaving Shen Yanhong and Ye Lan with nowhere to turn for help.

In her past life, she was the biggest fool in the world. Because the old lady favored boys over girls and disliked her, she and Ye Lan were united against Ye Zhiguo and prevented the old lady from coming to live with them.

Now she understands: Ye Lan, that bitch, will never have a comfortable life again, nor will Shen Yanhong and Ye Hua, and even Ye Zhiguo.

"Qingqing, how could you talk about your sister like that?" Ye Zhiguo said, displeased.

"Where did I go wrong? Isn't Ye Lan barely alive? She drinks so much medicine every day, and she doesn't even make a sound. The money spent on medicine could have paid for Xiao Tong's schooling. Dad, have you lost your mind? Other people's daughters receive money and effort, but your own son can't even go to school..."

Ye Qingqing spoke like a machine gun, getting angrier and angrier as she talked.

Since Ye Lan came to the Ye family, she has to take medicine every month and go to the hospital for check-ups from time to time. The cost of medicine throughout the year is at least several thousand yuan, which is enough for Ye Tong to attend a special school.

But Ye Zhiguo would rather waste money on medicine than let his own son go to school.

Ye Qingqing felt a chill run down her spine.

She hadn't calculated the accounts carefully before, but now that she had, she found it even more difficult to understand Ye Zhiguo's thoughts.

Ye Zhiguo's kindness towards Ye Lan and her brother was completely illogical.

Ye Zhiguo's expression changed slightly. He really couldn't explain this. He chuckled awkwardly and said, "Now that Lan'er has come to our home, it's my responsibility to take good care of her..."

Ye Qingqing interrupted angrily, saying, "Xiao Tong is still your own son. You have an even greater responsibility to send Xiao Tong to school. As for Ye Lan, this half-dead burden, we can just leave her to eat and drink."

Besides, she's already nineteen, and she's still just loafing around at home all day. Aunt Zhang's daughter, Zhao Di, started working and earning money at eighteen. Does Ye Lan have no hands or feet?!

Ye Lan stumbled through high school, failed to get into university, and stayed at home doing nothing. In her previous life, Ye Lan never went to work until her death.

Shen Yanhong looked at her daughter, who was crying, with heartache. What was wrong with her daughter staying at home?

With her and Ye Zhiguo supporting her, what right does Ye Qingqing have to say anything?

"Lan'er isn't feeling well and can't handle going to work," Shen Yanhong explained, barely suppressing her anger.

Ye Qingqing glanced at Ye Lan, who was crying with grievance, smiled disdainfully, and said coldly, "It's not like I'm asking her to plow the fields. People are inherently weak; doing more work will naturally make them healthier."

She glanced contemptuously at Shen Yanhong, whose face was contorted with anger, and sneered inwardly, wondering how long this woman could endure!