Ding Jianliang just wanted to find someone to serve him, desperately exploiting his youth and finding free and obedient labor.

The reason why he did not choose to adopt his nephew was not because he suddenly felt guilty, but because he did not want to offend his brothers.

As for the money he had, when he had squandered it in his old age, he would still have to give it to his nephew to inherit. Ding Qing was thankful that he could get 20%.

These are all secondary. Ding Jianliang is very cunning and will probably treat the deposits as a carrot, dangling it in front of his donkey and urging him on at will.

When he is too old to move, as long as you hold on to the money, it will be enough to keep him by his bedside as a filial son for a few more years.

After Ding Qing had spent half his life serving them until their death, and sent them off with great fanfare, his face must have been very happy when he heard how much he could get.

Of course, He Ruixue would not just sit there and watch the Ding family live a comfortable life.

Since Fang Wanggui couldn't find any evidence, he would try something else.

For example, revealing their home address to the Xiao family, or instigating Ding Jianliang's nephew to go there every day to eat and drink as much as he could and not leave any money to outsiders, would definitely be quite lively.

There is also the Xiao family, one of the main culprits in the persecution of He Xiaojie. He Ruixue accepted the 500 yuan as Jiang Yanxu's introduction fee without any guilt.

The next day, a horrific scream was heard from the main house of the Xiao family. "God damn it! Who stole my money? Old man, quickly go inform the neighborhood committee office! There's a thief in our yard!"

She turned her head, her eyes red with anger, and the great heartache of losing the money almost made her lose her mind.

Thinking about how secretive the place where she hid her money was, she turned her suspicious eyes towards her family members and scolded anyone she could find.

"Boss, you used to hang around my house all the time. Now you have your chance, right? Are you short of money to buy a coffin for your son?

"Second brother, I knew you weren't honest. I remember you came into my room the day before yesterday. Did you steal it and send it back to your parents' home?"