In her previous life, Old Lady Li toiled her entire life for her family. She raised three children and brought up her grandchildren, never enjoying a single day of peace. Yet, her sacrifices were n...
Lin Jianshe: "Dad, you're a man, a real man. You can be as honest as a nail. How can you regret saying this if you spread it out?"
"You said before, if I borrow money, you pay it back, if I need it, I pay it back. Once you say that, it's like spilled water. How can you take it back?"
Lin Yongnian: “…”
놛놊 wants to understand.
"Can you lick back the saliva you spit on the ground?" Lin Jianshe asked.
Lin Guodong's eyes twitched, thinking that Lin Jianshe was really unlucky to be his mother's biological son, as he said exactly the same thing.
Lin Yongnian's face turned pale, and he said angrily, "Who can lick up the spit on the ground? That's so disgusting."
Lin Jianshe spread his hands, "That's it."
Even a person can lick back the spit he has spitted on the ground, so how can he take back what he has said?
"Lin Guodong, I will pay you back the money I owe you. If you need it urgently, I'll give it to you after I'm discharged from the hospital and withdraw the money from the bank."
"I'm a real man, and I stick to my word. I promised to pay back the four hundred yuan, and I will definitely pay it back."
Lin Jianshe has always been a man of his words.
I kept the three hundred yuan and used it to pay for medical expenses, hospitalization fees, and various other things these days, so there were only a little over twenty yuan left.
"Where's the 1,600 yuan, Dad?" Zhang Jiao asked sharply.
Lin Jianshe: "If Dad can lick up the spit he spitted on the ground, I will give it back to him."
"Dad..." Zhang Jiao looked at her father-in-law.
She thought it was okay to lick her own spit and exchange it for 1,600 yuan.
It was her who was licking 꿯놅껩놊.
"Dad? You're always doing the same thing." Lin Yongnian said unhappily.
He pointed at Lin Jianshe, who was lying on the bed, gave him a thumbs-up and said through gritted teeth, "Lin Jianshe, you're great."
Lin Jianshe: It must be good.
Lin Yongnian snorted coldly and walked away.
Lin Guodong and Zhang Jiao did not leave. They wanted to wait for Lin Jianshe to be discharged from the hospital and go to the bank with him to withdraw money, so as to avoid defaulting on his debts after leaving the hospital.
Lin Yongnian returned home angrily. Sitting on a reclining chair, he became angrier and angrier. He directly found a hammer and smashed the lock of Lin Jianshe's room with it.
"Old Lin, what are you doing?" Zhao Wenjuan heard the noise, came out holding Miaomiao, and asked Lin Yongnian who was breaking the lock.
Lin Yongnian didn't say anything. He broke the lock and entered the house, throwing out all of Lin Jianshe's things one by one.
"Hey, Lao Lin, why are you throwing this good thing away?" Xiao Chunmen asked as he walked into the yard.
Lin Yongnian said with a dark face: "This house is mine. I gave it to the filial Lin Jianshe to live in."
Mom, this filial son borrowed a thousand yuan and wanted to repay the money he borrowed to save me. He even asked me to lick the saliva on the ground before giving it to him. At this time, is he insulting his own parents like this?
Is Lin Construction making money now?
Then don’t live in Lin Yongnian’s house, get out.
"What's wrong with the construction?" Xiaochun's mother asked.
Lin Yongnian didn't answer, but went into the room and threw the quilt off the bed.
Lin Guodong and Zhang Jiao took Junjun home first, looked at the things in the yard, and then went into the house to ask Lin Yongnian what was going on.
When Lin Yongnian said that the house was given to Lin Jianshe and he wanted to kick you out, Zhang Jiao said, "That's how it should be. Lin Jianshe paid you back all the money he owed you, so you should continue to live in the house."
"This room is perfect for Junjun to live in when he grows up and goes to school."
Lin Yongnian said, "I'll live in this room."
Zhang Jiao: "...Dad, are you living in your room?"
Lin Yongnian said, "The compartment is small, stuffy, and dark, but it's not comfortable to live in. Lin Jianshe, get out. This was originally the master bedroom your mother and I used to live in, so give it back to us."
If you want to marry Taohua, you may have to let her live in a well-ventilated and breathable compartment.
"We? Dad, have you forgotten that you are alone now? How can you come to us?" Zhang Jiao said with a frown.
Lin Yongnian: "What's wrong? Can I live in the master bedroom by myself?"
Zhang Jiao curled her lips. "Junjun is your only grandson. When he starts studying, he has to study early in the morning and do homework after school in the afternoon. It is definitely best for him to live in a room with good lighting."
"Besides, how could you bear to let your only grandson live in a dark cubicle?"
Her father-in-law was really sensible. He even fought with his own grandson for a good room.
Lin Yongnian: So she just endured it and let this old man live in a dark cubicle?
Lin Yongnian's eyes twitched as he said, "Morning reading and homework can be done in the living room. Xiaoyu has lived in the living room since she was a child. She does her homework in the living room, and she always ranks among the top students."
Speaking of Xiaoyu, her grades are really good, but it's a pity that she is a girl, so good grades are useless.
Zhang Jiao: "Can Xiaoyu be like Junjun?"
Junjun is the only grandson of the old Lin family, so he must live in the best place and use the best things.
Lin Yongnian said in a gruff voice, "What do you mean by 'same?' Do we all read the same?"
Zhang Jiao looked at Lam Kwok Tung and motioned him to speak quickly.
Lin Guodong ignored her. It was still too early for Junjun to start studying, so why was he in such a hurry?
There's no reason. There's a good room at home. Why not leave it empty for Dad to live in, and leave it for Junjun who will go to school in three or four years?
"Fuck, are these all my things? Who threw my things out?"
Lin Jianshe's voice was heard from the room.
Lin Yongnian snorted coldly and sat on the chair without moving.
Lin Guodong and Zhang Jiao walked out the door.
"It was your dad who threw it out, saying that this house belonged to you and you could live in it." Xiaochun's mother came out of the house to watch the fun.
Lin Jianshe looked towards the Lin family's gate and saw Lin Guodong and Zhang Jiao.
"Is it you?" Lin Jianshe pointed at them and asked.
Did you guys instigate Dad to throw all his things out?
Lin Guodong sneered, "When we came back, your things were already on the ground."
Xiaochun's mother raised her hand and said, "I can testify that this is indeed the case. As soon as your father came back from outside, he smashed the lock on your room with a hammer and threw all your things out."
"Lin Jianshe, what did you do to make your father so angry?" Xiaochun's mother looked at Lin Jianshe curiously and asked.
Lin Jianshe sneered and kicked the porcelain basin on the ground, muttering to himself, "Great, you give me money and even let me live in the house."
"If you want me to live here, then let me live here! Money is everything to me now. If I leave this shabby little house of ten square meters, will I still look for a bigger house to live in?" Lin Jianshe deliberately raised his voice and said.
"But if I leave now, it will be hard for me to come back. Even if someone asks eight people to carry me in a sedan chair, I will not come back."
Lin Yongnian sat still, walked out, pointed at the courtyard gate and said, "Get out of here quickly. You're not welcome in this house. You'd better never set foot in my Lin Yongnian family for the rest of your life. Today, I will treat you as a son who was raised in vain."
Lin Jianshe: "But you said this?"
"I said!" Lin Yongnian shouted loudly.
"Okay." Lin Jianshe nodded through gritted teeth and kicked the enamel pot on the ground. "I want these broken ones. Whoever wants to pick them up can take them. I'll buy new ones."
After saying that, Lin Jianshe left with his hands in his pockets, thinking he was very cool and casual.
Lin Yongnian looked at Lin Jianshe's nonchalant back and thought: With this lavish spending style, no matter how much money he spends, it will all be squandered in a short time.