Ren Yayong was speechless when he heard that money was involved. How could he possibly give Gu Yueji money? "Wait until Ren Jin comes back and see what I say to him. What kind of wife does she have?!"
"Ren Jin told me to ignore you. Just sit and wait."
Ren Jin returned quickly. Upon entering, he first looked for Gu Yueji. Seeing her sitting comfortably at the dining table using her computer, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he look up at the group of people occupying the living room sofa: Ren Yayong, Zhao Juan, and their son Ren Yaowei.
They were quite relaxed, lying haphazardly on the sofa watching TV without even taking off their shoes. When they saw him return, they all sat up.
Gu Yueji walked over and placed the slippers beside his feet. Ren Jin hugged her and asked, "They didn't do anything to you, did they?"
Gu Yueji shook her head. "No."
He put his arm around her and walked to the living room, looking down at Zhao Juan, who was occupying the single sofa. Only then did she get up and sit next to Ren Yayong.
Ren Jin patted the sofa as if it were dirty before sitting down. "What do you want to do? Hurry up and finish what you're saying and leave."
Ren Yayong sat upright. It had been two or three years since he last saw Ren Jin. He thought Ren Jin would at least greet him when he saw him, but Ren Jin's attitude was like that of a stranger, which immediately made him angry.
"What kind of attitude is this? Do you even respect me as your father?!"
Ren Jin scoffed, "Don't you know whether you have it or not? Don't try to act tough in front of me, you'll only embarrass yourself in the end. Tell me, do you want money or a house?"
Ren Yayong's face turned red, and he opened his mouth to lash out, but Zhao Juan grabbed him and whispered something in his ear before he slowly calmed down.
He still maintained his "I'm the father" attitude, saying, "The two houses you have now are resettlement houses from the demolition of our old house. They were originally left to me by your grandfather. The villagers and relatives all know this. Since you're living in one now, you should renovate the other one and give it to your younger brother as his wedding house. Give him 500,000 yuan for his wedding. I don't want the one you're living in anymore. You can give it back to me as your wedding house."
Ren Jin shrugged and laughed, then turned to Gu Yueji, who was sitting on the armrest of the sofa, and said, "There's a white envelope in our wardrobe drawer. Go get it."
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