Father Sang looked at Sang Tianen with an embarrassed look on his face and said, "Daughter, why don't you give the money to your brother? At worst, your mother and I will give you all the money we earn in the future."
Sang Tianen did not answer but looked quietly at the young boy in front of her. Her eyes moved from the boy's hair to the mesh sneakers on his feet that had been brushed to the point of being fuzzy.
It felt like a knife was cutting my heart, and it was bleeding and a mess.
She once thought that her brother was just blinded by the woman in front of him, which was why he behaved irrationally. Now she realized that perhaps her brother had unknowingly grown into another person that she did not recognize.
No matter how deceived a person is, what is in his bones will not be easily changed.
She never dreamed that this brother whom she almost raised and raised like a son would turn against her for a little money. His impatient face made her feel unprecedentedly unfamiliar.
How did the child who used to stumble behind her become like this?
Where was the little brother who fanned her in the middle of the night with his little hands after the power went out?
Where is the brother who cried for more than a month when she went to college in another city?
Is the man in front of her really her brother?
Why is it so strange?
Sang Tianen's eyes became puzzled.
Seeing that Sang Tianen remained silent, Sang's father thought she was unwilling to pay the money, so he said to his son: "Why don't you just forget it? Your sister is having a hard time right now."
"Why should I let it go?"
"Since I was little, because I'm a boy, you always gave me the delicious food and fun things first. It's okay for you to give me the family property. I just want a dowry of hundreds of thousands of yuan. What's wrong with me?"
Sang Muyang cried heartbrokenly, accusing her father, "You were born into a family that favors boys over girls. You got nothing when you married, and now you want me to be the same? If you can't treat everyone equally, why did you give birth to me in the first place? Just for the reputation of having a son and a daughter?"
Father Sang was already feeling uncomfortable being caught between his daughter and son. His face darkened immediately after hearing his son's words, as if his most secret secrets had been exposed. He berated, "Come on, you just want a dowry, don't you? I'll risk my reputation and lend it to you. I'll give you as much as I can."
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes turned red. Other people's sons are caring little cotton-padded jackets, but he gave birth to a debt collector.
"Borrow? Who would lend it to us? The only relatives we have are my aunt who asks for money every day and my eldest aunt."
"My aunt might lend me tens of thousands of yuan, but my aunt is a ruthless person. If she lends you money, I, Sang Muyang, will write my name upside down!"
Father Sang was furious and glared at his mad son: "What do you know? I raised Danmei since she was a child. If I asked her to borrow money, she would definitely lend it to me."
Sang Muyang sneered a few times: "Okay, go borrow it and see if my aunt will lend it to you."
"Just wait!" Father Sang pointed at him, "Do you think your aunt is a debt collector like you?"
Sang Muyang looked at him sarcastically without commenting.
"Okay, okay, okay." Father Sang said okay three times, turned around and walked out of the house.
After Sang's father left, the only people left in the main hall were Sang Tianen, Sang Muyang, and Qiao Sirui, who had always had little presence.
The overly quiet atmosphere and Sang Tianen's indifferent eyes made Sang Muyang feel a little uneasy. His Adam's apple slid twice and he explained, "Sister, I don't want to be like this either. It's just that we are going to start our own families now, and I have to make plans for my own little family."
"I'll give you the money." Sang Tianen said slowly, looking at Sang Muyang with a look of dead loneliness. "However, I can only give you half. The other half will be used as a dowry for Mingming."
"Why?" Sang Muyang's voice suddenly rose, as if realizing his own gaffe. He softened his tone, "Grandma has always been raised by our family, and Auntie has never really taken care of her. Why should we give money to her family?"
"That's what Grandma meant."
Sang Muyang was a little indignant: "Grandma is so biased. Their house has been demolished. How can they be short of tens of thousands of yuan?"
Sang Tianen said softly: "Who would think that money is too much?"
I don’t know if it was Sang Muyang’s illusion, but I always felt that her sister looked at him differently. There was an indescribable feeling. When they quarreled in the past, Sang Tianen always scolded him to death, but this time she was surprisingly quiet.
The old saying is indeed true: siblings should settle accounts clearly. Once money is involved, even blood-related brothers and sisters will become ruthless.
Especially now that my sister has a husband, she will probably be more concerned about money in the future.
Thinking of this, Sang Muyang felt very uncomfortable. He never expected that his sister, who had been the best to him, would become like this because of just a few hundred thousand yuan.
He wasn't competing with her for the property, he just wanted a little dowry. Why did he act like he had done something wrong?
"My parents deposited over two million yuan with me. I will return it to them within a month, including the principal and interest."
"I will find a way to give Yan Zheng's betrothal gift myself, and my parents will keep the shop for their retirement."
"I won't touch a cent of my family anymore. You don't have to feel resentful."
After saying this, Sang Tianen stood up and walked towards the stairs. However, when she stepped onto the stairs, Sang Muyang's voice came from behind her, with uncertainty and caution: "Where did you get so much money?"
Sang Tianen didn't turn around: "This has nothing to do with you."
Sang Muyang continued, "I remember grandma seemed to have a dressing box. Are you using this to collect money?"
Sang Tianen suddenly turned around, narrowed his eyes slightly, and shot an extremely cold gaze forward. Under the cover of that gaze, Sang Muyang felt that his whole body could not move for a moment, and his blood seemed to be frozen.
Sang Tianen smiled coldly and said almost word by word, "Am I giving you too much face?"
Sang Muyang knew that Sang Tianen's behavior was due to anger, and he couldn't help but feel timid.
At this moment, Qiao Sirui, who was standing next to him, suddenly grasped his slightly cold fingers and said softly, "Yangyang, don't make your sister angry again. The dressing box belongs to grandma. It's her freedom to give it to whomever she wants. We shouldn't interfere."
"But..." Sang Muyang stopped talking halfway, because his hand was being held tightly by Qiao Sirui, and she was holding it with increasing force.
"Your sister has taken care of you since you were a child. You will hurt her heart if you keep making trouble like this." Qiao Sirui said in a gentle voice, but her eyes like black grapes looked at Sang Tianen.
Sang Tianen's eyes met hers in the air, and the corners of Qiao Sirui's mouth slowly curled up into an almost invisible arc.
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