Anle grinned and said.
"What's a pity? It's not a pity at all!"
When we have more money in our pockets, I plan to open another shop and hire people to work for us.
"From now on, I'll do every business I can think of, expand my business all over the world, and become the richest person, hehe—"
Anle said, then cupped her face and grinned foolishly, thinking it was a particularly great and wonderful feat.
"Little sister, something bad has happened! Third Grandma and her family are here! Come out quickly!" Anle was lost in her own daydreams when Anning rushed into the kitchen to say hello and then dashed out.
Anle was taken aback. What?
Third Grandma's family?
"Big sister, you stay here and cook, I'll go out and check on things."
Qiao Qiuniang's face tightened. "I'll go out and take a look too."
Perhaps he really intends to have her family fill the gap left by that matter?
He was enjoying his multigrain pancake with great satisfaction when he heard the sound, looked up, and suddenly tensed up.
"They actually came to our house!"
Seeing An Yi's sudden tense expression, An Le tilted her head and raised an eyebrow, asking a question.
"Third Brother, why do you look so nervous?"
And what about our mother?
Did something happen without my knowledge?
"What are you hiding from me?"
An Yi nodded sharply and sneered.
Something's happened! Something's happened, something big!
But it's not a big deal for our family, it's a matter for Third Grandma and her family!
I wasn't planning on telling you.
But they've all come to our door. It seems they really think the same thing as my fourth sister and I thought—they really intend to come to our house and make us the suckers.
As An Yi explained the matter in a few words, An Le felt a strange chill on his lips.
"This is really interesting. Let's go take a look."
With a deep frown, Qiao Qiuniang picked up Ankang and carried him into the shop in front.
As soon as I entered through the back door, I saw An Manyi staring intently at the desserts in the display window. She stood there without looking away, seemingly arguing with An Ning, still with that arrogant demeanor.
"Second brother, all I wanted was to try the pastries at your shop, look how stingy I am."
An Manyi was talking, but her hands were already busy, shoving and pushing An Ning aside before darting into the shop window—
He touched the glass door of the shop window, paused, and seemed unsure how to open it.
An Mancang was taciturn.
"Satisfied, these are all for resale."
An Manyi glared at An Mancang.
"I'm your sister, what's wrong with me eating a piece of your food? Open it for me now."
"Hey, who is this? They've got their hand inside my counter."
Is this robbery?
Fourth Sister, what are you waiting for? Report it to the authorities! Anle called out softly, and An Manyi's eyes immediately fell on Anle.
An Daliang coughed.
"Alright, satisfied? Stop fooling around. Don't forget why you came here."
An Manyi reluctantly withdrew his hand and glanced at An Mancang.
"Second brother, our parents have something to say to you."
Anle corrected him with a smile.
"Aunt, you're mistaken. Whose parents? Those are your parents, not my father's parents."
"You little kid, go play somewhere else and stop talking nonsense."
Anle had a cold smile on his lips.
"Shouldn't I be the one saying this to you, Aunt?"
Auntie, you've got the host and guest mixed up, haven't you?
Here, I am the host, and you are the guest!
"You have no right to harass me on my own turf, and you have no right to speak here!"
"Hey? You little brat, you've gotten bolder and bolder every day!" An Manyi couldn't help but get physical, reaching out to pinch An Le's ear.
Anle nimbly dodged it, glanced at An Manyi's fat body, and gave a teasing shout with a meaningful undertone.
"You've gotten much fatter than me, Auntie. You've really gained weight! Have you gotten even fatter?"
An Manyi was completely enraged by An Le's words and slapped him across the face, but An Ding stopped him and the slap landed on An Ding instead.
An Ding endured the pain with a suppressed shrug.
"Auntie, what brings you here? If there's nothing else, please go back."
Anle's expression turned completely cold.
"Try laying another hand on me, and you'll be in jail right now."
"Satisfied!" He Sanfeng scolded An Manyi upon hearing the word "official," and An Manyi finally suppressed his anger and became obedient.
"Third Uncle, Third Aunt, what brings you here?" An Mancang's voice softened, but he knew perfectly well what it was all about!
"Your shop is up and running, and you're living a comfortable life now." He Sanfeng's old eyes swept around the room, and she began to take credit for herself.
"Although you have now been adopted by your second brother's family, it is because of us that you were able to have such a good life today."
We, the old couple, may not have contributed anything to opening your shop, but we certainly put in a lot of hard work raising you.
Look, now that you've made it in the world, shouldn't you at least show some respect and filial piety to your old couple?
This debt of gratitude for giving birth and raising us, must it be repaid?
An Mancang's face immediately turned cold.
Anle was both angry and amused. He walked over with a cold laugh, glancing at An Da Liang and his wife from both sides.
"That's really something. They've already broken off all ties, yet they're still trying to concoct these connections!"
Is this someone trying to take advantage of a favor?
If you really want to go this far, then let's do the math.
How much money have you spent raising my father since he was born?
Even before our family severed ties with you, we had already calculated exactly how much we had taken from you.
Finally, I've calculated for you all how much money my father earned here and how much wasteland he cultivated.
As for the debt of giving birth to me, my father never begged you to give birth to him!
"You two gave birth to him, so the responsibility lies with you two, not my father."
An Manyi glared at An Le in exasperation and yelled, "When adults speak, what right do you, a child, have to chime in?"
Anle's sharp eyes swept over him, "Either shut up or get out of here. You have no right to speak here."
An Manyi trembled all over from that sharp gaze and was so frightened that she dared not speak.
What happened to this little brat? His eyes are terrifying, they could kill!
Anle glanced at Anmancang, her tone light and casual.
"Father, I think we should take this to court."
This is all history, yet they still come here to cause trouble and extort money.
This matter can't be resolved without going to court.
No sooner had An Le finished speaking than An Dalin raised his voice and came in from the doorway carrying two bottles of wine, questioning her.
"What do you mean by going to court?"
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