Gu Yueji obediently got up, quickly found the envelope Ren Jin had mentioned, came out and sat back down next to him, handing the envelope to him.
Ren Jin opened the envelope, took out the paper inside, and threw it on the coffee table in front of Ren Yayong. "You said Grandpa's house was left to you. I don't know if you're really senile or just pretending. But it doesn't matter if you don't remember, it's written here in black and white." As he spoke, he raised his chin, making Ren Yayong look at the paper on the table.
However, Ren Yayong didn't even look at it. He grabbed the paper and jumped up like a lit firecracker, tearing it apart with both hands.
Ren Jin watched calmly, and handed him another copy as soon as he finished tearing it up. "It's okay, I made more than a dozen copies, you can tear them up slowly."
Ren Yayong pointed at him with a trembling finger, "You unfilial son! This paper doesn't count! I don't accept it!"
Ren Jin smiled dismissively, "You wrote it yourself. You think it doesn't count just because you say so? You think you can just deny it?"
Back then, when his grandfather was seriously ill, Ren Jin dropped out of high school and went to work. With his low education and lack of culture, he could only do cheap manual labor on construction sites and couldn't earn much money.
He had never sought help from Ren Yayong, no matter how hard or difficult things had become for himself. But his grandfather urgently needed money for treatment, so for the first time in many years he went to Ren Yayong's door, hoping he would contribute to his grandfather's medical expenses. He still remembered the expression on Ren Yayong's face when he saw him at the door: surprise, embarrassment, awkwardness, displeasure, and helplessness, but no joy whatsoever.
At first, Ren Yayong visited his grandfather in the hospital a few times and gave him money, but he quickly reduced the amount. From a few thousand or a few hundred yuan at the beginning, when Ren Jin came to ask for money, Ren Yayong stuffed two hundred yuan into his hand and tried to make him leave.
Ren Jin stared incredulously at the two hundred yuan in his hand. "Two hundred yuan isn't even enough for Grandpa's daily hospital fees."
Ren Yayong frowned. "You just came here last week to collect 1,000 yuan. Do you really need that much money for a hospital stay?"
When his grandfather fell ill, Ren Yayong used work as an excuse not to come and take care of him for a single day. Of course, he didn't know how much it would cost to stay in the hospital for a day.
“Why don’t you go to the hospital to pay the bill yourself, and I’ll send you Grandpa’s hospitalization information,” Ren Jin said directly.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Juan started yelling from inside the house, "All you do all day is come and ask for money. Can't you earn money yourself if you have hands and feet? I don't know who you're spending all this money on."
Ren Jin blushed instantly. He always felt powerless and ashamed every time he came to Ren Yayong to ask for money, because he didn't want to be looked down upon by Ren Yayong and Zhao Juan, and he didn't want to bow down to them.
Zhao Juan's words amplified his sense of humiliation. He gripped the two hundred yuan so tightly he almost crushed it. He wanted to turn around and leave, but thinking of his grandfather in the hospital bed, he whispered to Ren Yayong, "All the money went to Grandpa's medical treatment. I didn't spend a single penny."
Zhao Juan had already walked behind Ren Yayong, looking at Ren Jin with disdain, "He didn't spend that money, it just flowed away like water. Who would believe what he says, a person who dropped out of school at a young age, fights, and has no manners?"
Ren Jin gritted his teeth and endured it. He ignored Zhao Juan and quietly looked at Ren Yayong, wanting to see what he would say. However, Ren Yayong's lips trembled, and in the end, he waved his hand at him and said, "You go first, we'll talk another day."
Seeing how the beggar was being dealt with, Ren Jin's pent-up anger suddenly dissipated. He loosened his clenched back teeth and chuckled.
He looked at Ren Yayong with a mocking smile and nodded, "Yeah, I'm ill-mannered. I was born of a mother but not raised by a father, wasn't I?"
Ren Yayong's face immediately turned ugly. He shoved Ren Jin hard and said, "Get out of here! Don't go crazy here if you don't get your money!" Then the door slammed shut.
When Grandpa found out, he angrily called Ren's father from his hospital bed, saying that if he didn't give Ren the money, he would make a will leaving the old house to Ren Jin and he wouldn't get a single grain of sand.
At that time, his hometown was a rural area with no development. Although the old house occupied a large area, it was just a single-story house, which no one cared about and had no appeal to Ren Yayong, who was already living in the city.
After hearing what his grandfather said, Ren Yayong didn't wait for his grandfather to make a will. He wrote a piece of paper himself and wrote that he was giving up everything in his hometown, from the house to the land. His purpose was to make Ren Jin have no reason to ask him for money again.
Later, the money for Grandpa's hospitalization and medical treatment was borrowed by Ren Jin from the construction site boss. He worked at the construction site for a year without wages before he was able to pay it off. After Grandpa was discharged from the hospital, he immediately went to the village committee and transferred all the land and houses in his hometown to Ren Jin's name.
The paper that Ren Jin showed to Ren Yayong was the very same waiver agreement that Ren Yayong had personally written back then.
Ren Yayong didn't care. "I am your grandfather's only son. Relatives and villagers have all said that the house and land should be inherited by me. I am not dead yet, how could I give it to you, my grandson? So this agreement is invalid."
“That’s right, isn’t the Ren family ruled by you, Ren Jin? The son has to listen to his father.” Zhao Juan chimed in.
Ren Jin glanced at Zhao Juan, his face filled with undisguised contempt and disdain, then coldly returned her words from years ago, "All you do is come here all day long to ask for money. Can't you earn it yourself if you have hands and feet?"
Zhao Juan's face turned green from the retort. Ren Yaowei pointed at Ren Jin and said, "What right do you have to talk about my mother like that!"
Ren Yaowei was short and fat, completely unlike Ren Yayong. Ren Jin didn't take him seriously at all, and leaned towards his finger. "These are the words your mother told me back then. I can't say anything about her, so I'll say something about you. You come here every day begging for money. Do you have no hands or feet?"
Ren Jin was pleased to see that the three people looked ugly after he had rebuked them. "Let me reiterate here: First, since Ren Yayong has given up the old house and land, the demolished house naturally has nothing to do with him. Second, I have no brothers or sisters, so don't try to claim kinship with me, and don't even think about getting money from me. After all, I'm an ill-mannered person who only cares about money, and I might resort to violence if I get angry."
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