Reborn with the Family to Get Rich

Zhang Xuemei has never wronged anyone in this life, except for her youngest daughter who was sent away shortly after birth.

She once secretly went to see the child. Seeing that the child was ...

Chapter 220 is finished, I'm hooked.

"Sigh, little sister, I'm your own brother, how can you do this? You're turning away guests, and you don't even say anything to your brother-in-law." Le Hai plopped down on the sofa, not intending to leave.

Zhang Xueshan stopped his impatient wife and reassured her, "It's alright, let me handle this."

"Brother, you came without saying a word. Is something the matter?"

Le Hai crossed his legs and said, "Come and see what's wrong? Now that you're rich, you don't care about your poor relatives anymore?"

"Stop talking sarcastic nonsense. I still remember what happened before," Le Rong said impatiently to Le Hai, frowning.

"Yes, brother, just say what you have to say."

Seeing that the couple didn't like him, Le Hai said with an awkward smile, "I'm here to help you out, aren't I? I was thinking of taking Yuan Yuan back with me."

"What? Did I hear that right?" Zhang Xueshan looked at his brother-in-law in disbelief. What was wrong with his brain? How could he say something like that?

"You heard me right. To ease your burden, I came here specifically to take Yuanyuan home." Le Hai looked at his younger sister and her husband with a confident expression.

"Get out! Get out of here! Yuanyuan is my daughter. Why should you take her away like that?" Le Rong stood up angrily, knowing he was going to say something unpleasant.

"Little sister, listen to me, Mom and Dad also want Yuanyuan..."

Zhang Xueshan reached out to interrupt his brother-in-law, "Brother, I'll only say this once: from the first day Yuanyuan came to our family, she has been our daughter. No one can take her away. Just give up on that idea."

"No, brother-in-law, please have pity on Le Bao. Granny Ma said that as long as Yuan Yuan comes back, Le Bao will return to normal. I'm begging you." Le Hai planned to try to persuade Zhang Xueshan first, and if all else failed, he would go to the school to find Yuan Yuan.

He felt that Yuanyuan might not be doing as well here as she was back home. After all, she only had her younger sister as family here, and everyone else was just a distant relative, so they probably weren't genuinely good to her.

“Brother, superstition is no good. What era are we living in? You still believe in that kind of sorceress stuff. We should be scientific. If the child is sick, take him to the hospital for a checkup. Yuanyuan isn’t a doctor, how can she cure him?”

"That's right, you should take Xiaobao to the hospital for a check-up. As his aunt, I'll do my part too."

As she spoke, Le Rong walked towards the room and quickly took out a red envelope, handing it to Le Hai. "Take this money. This is all I can do to help."

Le Hai quickly took the money, subconsciously felt its thickness, and smiled:

“You, as his aunt, really dote on your nephew. We’ve taken him to the hospital, and the doctor said he’s healthy in every way. They said it’s something about autism, but we don’t really understand it. The doctor said it’s incurable and we can only keep him alive.”

"Big brother, I hope you won't go to the school to look for Yuanyuan, since I still call you big brother." Le Rong knew that given her brother's personality, if he ran into a snag with her, he would definitely think of going to the school to look for Yuanyuan.

Le Hai chuckled awkwardly, "No, that's not true. Why would you think that about me?"

Le Rong gave him a meaningful look. "There is no best. Don't underestimate a mother's determination to protect her child."

Le Hai originally wanted to go to the school to find Yuan Yuan, but when he saw the red envelope his younger sister gave him, he thought again that if he could build a good relationship with her, he might be able to ask her for help with Le Bao's affairs in the future. After all, he was the only male in the Le family, and he didn't believe that his younger sister could really abandon him.

...

Zhang Xuemei learned about this more than a month later.

"Fortunately, your older brother still has some principles and didn't go to Yuanyuan's school to spread nonsense."

“It’s not that he has a bottom line, it’s just that I gave him money, so how could I not know what my older brother was thinking? I later specifically asked a doctor about autism, and the doctors all said that there is no cure for this disease. Fortunately, it’s not life-threatening, but he will need to be taken care of by others for the rest of his life.”

Le Rong didn't have any particular feelings for this nephew, but the thought of him like this still made her feel a little uneasy.

"Yes, there is really no way to cure autism. At most, you can only go to an institution for intervention, but the cost is not something that ordinary families can afford."

In her past life, Zhang Xuemei saw many autistic children on short videos. Those who were rich could afford to spend money on intervention programs, but those who weren't could be dragged down to their deaths.

Le Rong sighed, "So, I gave him 500 yuan. Firstly, I hoped that he would not try to take advantage of Yuanyuan because of the money, and secondly, I felt sorry for my nephew whom I had never met."

Zhang Xuemei opened her mouth as if to say something, but then held back. She originally wanted to say that her older brother might ask her for money frequently in the future, and that she should be careful.

But then she thought that since it was a matter between her and her brother, it would be a bit sensitive for her to say such a thing, lest Xiao Rong think that she was implying that she was supporting her family.

Le Rong noticed her third sister's embarrassment and quickly changed the subject, "Sister, do you know that your second brother-in-law is making a lot of money? I heard from your second sister that he sometimes earns fifty or sixty thousand a day."

"Is his shop doing so well now? Can he still earn fifty or sixty thousand a day?" Zhang Xuemei was a little curious. Although she knew that their roast duck shop was doing well, she didn't think it could earn that much in a day.

Le Rong shook her head. "It wasn't at the shop. Last year, my second brother-in-law started learning to trade stocks from others, and it was like picking up money off the ground. I think my second sister got a little hooked too. He originally wanted me to join him, but I always felt uneasy. I traded a few times, made a little money, and then ran away."

At that time, Le Rong saw that her second sister and the others made money easily by trading stocks, so she followed suit a few times. However, as she watched the stocks she bought fluctuate too much, her heart couldn't take it, so Xue Shan simply told her to stop.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuemei's expression changed, and she grabbed Le Rong, asking, "You and Xueshan aren't playing the stock market anymore, are you?"

"No, nothing, what's wrong, Third Sister?" Le Rong asked anxiously, seeing Zhang Xuemei's pale face.

Zhang Xuemei was reminded of the stock market crash in her previous life, which happened this year. She hadn't paid attention to it, so she didn't know the exact time, but considering her second brother-in-law's personality, she still decided to make a trip.

"Never mind, I'll talk to you now. I'm going to find your second sister and see what's going on." With that, he hurried off to his second sister Zhang Xuelian's house.

When she stood in front of her second sister's roast duck shop, her expression turned even more unpleasant, because the door was actually closed.

Without thinking twice, Zhang Xuemei hurriedly rushed to her second sister's house.

"Second sister, is she home? It's Xuemei, open the door." Zhang Xuemei knocked a few times and found that the door was not closed, so she pushed the door open and went in.

As soon as I entered, I saw my second sister and brother-in-law sitting around the computer, engrossed in watching it.

At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind: Oh no, I'm hooked.