Ye Weibang also sat down and glanced at Jing Lian. "When Changqing lived here before, did you ever care about Changqing?"
Jing Lian glared at Ye Weibang, "You, my uncle, don't care, so why should I, an outsider, get involved? And now you're blaming me? Is there anything you can blame me for?"
It's true that he can't be blamed. As Changqing's biological uncle, he has never given Changqing a bit of warmth. How can he expect anything from an outsider who is related by blood?
"Don't say anything now. We'll start moving tomorrow." He then looked at his son and daughter and said, "Hurry up and eat. After you finish eating, go pack your things. Don't tell anyone about our conversation at home for the next day. Don't say a single word."
Ye Changan and Ye Hua both nodded. Children raised by a family like theirs would certainly not be naive. They would be more mature than children from ordinary families and would naturally know what they could say and what they could not say.
Elsewhere, Ye Weicheng returned to the house. Jiao Lingyu heard the noise and thought it was her husband bringing her food. However, she was a little unhappy when she saw him coming in empty-handed. "I'm almost starving, and you didn't even bring me food?"
Ye Weicheng sat down on a chair in the room without even looking at Jiao Lingyu. His eyes fell on the ten-foot-long exquisitely carved rosewood wardrobe in the room. This wardrobe was originally in his second brother's room and was Bai Qingping's dowry. Later, his second brother and Bai Qingping died, and they moved into this big house. Gradually, the things in his second brother's room were moved into the first and third rooms.
"What's wrong with you?" Jiao Lingyu finally realized that something was wrong with her husband.
Ye Weicheng retracted his gaze and turned to look at Jiao Lingyu, "My dad just came and asked us to move out."
Jiao Lingyu jumped off the bed in shock. "Move out? Where to? Is your father getting senile?"
Ye Weicheng glared at Jiao Lingyu, his eyes filled with warning, "Speak now."
Jiao Lingyu knew she had spoken out of turn, "I just said it out of spite. I didn't mean anything else."
Ye Weicheng said, "My workplace's house has been empty for a long time, and it's quite big over there. Let's move there. We'll start moving today."
Jiao Lingyu objected, "No, I don't agree. Why should we move?"
"This house belongs to Ye Changqing. Now the old man wants to return the house to Ye Changqing. Is that clear?"
Jiao Lingyu couldn't believe it. The old man never cared about these things. What had happened this time? First, he had expended so much manpower and resources to get Ye Changqing to Beijing for treatment, and now he was kicking them out of the house. What on earth was wrong with the old man?
Ye Shi and Ye Changhong walked in. Ye Shi walked quickly to Jiao Lingyu and asked, "Mom, under whose name is this house registered now?" If the house was registered under my parents' names, then even if they didn't move, grandpa wouldn't be able to do anything to them.
Jiao Lingyu frowned, remembering that she had gone to the old man to get the title deed and land deeds of the house, wanting to register the property rights of the house in her and Weicheng's names, but the old man ignored her and asked the guards to send her away.
She thought the old man didn't give it to her because he was concerned about the third son. Now it seems that the old man has been planning to return the house to Ye Changqing for a long time.
Why? Their family is the eldest branch of the family, so this house should belong to them.
Ye Changhong asked Jiao Lingyu, "Mom, Grandpa said you hired someone to drown Ye Changqing in the river. Is that true?"
Jiao Lingyu's face suddenly changed, turning pale as paper. "Who told you that? Who told you that?"
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