Qiao Jian turned away irritably without saying a word.

Despite his mother's persistent questioning, Qiao Jian remained silent.

This angered Qiao's mother so much that she threatened, "If you don't say something, I'll hit you!"

As he spoke, he got out of bed, grabbed a broom, and knocked on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) three times.

Qiao Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he reluctantly sat up, saying, "Xiao Li said she won't live in our brick house after she gets married; she wants to live in an apartment building like yours!"

Mrs. Qiao felt a pang of guilt; she had indeed guessed correctly.

And here comes this unexpected trouble.

"Didn't you tell him how much the apartment cost? In the surrounding villages, besides your sister, who else lives in an apartment building for a wedding?"

“I told you! She, she just wouldn’t listen…”

Qiao Jian was also very frustrated, especially since his future mother-in-law was making sarcastic remarks from the side.

"I've never heard of parents being so biased! And they're even favoring their daughter over their son! They have such a nice house, but they won't leave it to their son and daughter-in-law; they insist on giving it to their daughter!"

Qiao Jian, holding his breath, explained to his mother-in-law, "That house was bought by my brother-in-law, not by our family!"

"Heh! You silly boy!"

The mother-in-law looked at her with exasperation, "Why don't you think about it? Your brother-in-law is so rich, why don't you just ask him to give you this house, and he can buy another one?"

Why should they give it to me?

"You blockhead! If your sister marries him, what's his is your sister's, and what's your sister's is yours!"

Qiao Jian glanced at his mother-in-law and said, "So, according to you, if this house is given to me, it will belong to your daughter, and then it will belong to your son?"

The mother-in-law was stumped and speechless for a long time.