Yan Mo and Si Ze came out of the bath just as the hotel customer service had delivered dinner. They opened the door and went to their parents' room.
"Dad, Mom, it's time for dinner." Yan Mo pushed the door open and walked in. Si Ze followed behind him carrying the food. At the end was a row of waiters, each holding a variety of delicious and exquisite dishes, which were placed one by one in the suite's dining room.
Tang Ping looked at the dishes filling the entire table:
"Son-in-law, why did you order so many dishes? We can't finish them all."
Si Ze put down the plate in his hand:
"Mom, I don't know what you like to eat, so I asked the kitchen to make something. You can just pick what you like and leave it."
Tang Ping opened her mouth and wanted to say no, no matter how much food there was, she and her husband had no appetite at all now, not even the most delicious food.
"Mo Mo, my taste has been strange lately. Even if you weren't here, I would still order so much." Si Ze said with a smile, walked out of the restaurant and came to Yan Mo's side:
"Where's Dad?"
"Keep counting inside." Yan Mo pointed to the room.
"Wife, are you hungry?" Si Ze raised his hand and looked at the time. It was already late at night. He was afraid that his wife would be hungry. She was not like an ordinary person now. She was pregnant with her third child and had hardly eaten anything all day. It would definitely not work to wait any longer. He was thinking about whether he should order something for his wife to eat first.
Tang Ping also knew her daughter's condition. Her son-in-law felt sorry for her and hurried into the room:
"I'll go call your dad."
Just as she was about to push the door open, it opened from the inside, and Yan Ming walked out with a tired face: "Let's go, let's go eat!"
They followed him into the restaurant and began to eat in silence.
"Dad, what were you doing here just now?" Yan Mo took a bite of the food and asked casually.
Yan Ming paused while eating and said truthfully, "Give him the money for more than thirty years."
Yan Mo understood and felt a little distressed. She held the chopsticks tightly. Her grandfather was the one who really hurt her father, and her father didn't even want to call him by his name now. She wanted him to see him at that time, but now seeing this, she felt uncomfortable.
She sniffed: "Can you calculate how much it is?"
As if he understood his daughter's intention, Yan Ming forced a smile and said:
"It's not much. I can afford it."
Si Ze, who had been eating in silence, thought his father-in-law was worried about their financial situation, so he said:
"Dad, how much is it exactly? Momo and I still have some spare money, so you don't have to worry about us."
"Fifteen thousand one hundred and thirty..." Yan Ming reported the number accurately to the decimal point.
Yan Mo was stunned. He never expected it to be so small. Si Ze and Tang Ping didn't expect it either.
Yan Ming saw the three people's doubts and explained, "I calculated the cost of raising a child based on the current market price, minus the total amount I will give them for the next 20 to 30 years."
Tang Ping was annoyed: "How could you secretly give them so much money all these years without telling me?"
"Yue'er, I'm sorry." Yan Ming felt deeply sorry for his wife and family.
Yan Mo and Si Ze looked at each other, silently put down their bowls and chopsticks, quietly left the restaurant, and went back to their rooms.
"Momo, your dad is so cute." Si Ze said with a smile.
Thinking of her father's money that was accurate to the decimal point, Yan Mo wanted to laugh, but she held it back in front of him, raised her head and said proudly:
"My dad is a very affectionate person, he's not stupid."
"Yes, my wife inherited her father-in-law's good qualities. She is smart and good at consulting." Si Ze kissed her on the cheek and praised her.
Yan Mo laughed, pushed him lightly, and said shyly, "I hate it."
Si Ze grabbed her little hand, kissed it again, and said shamelessly: "Hate is love. The more you hate me, the more you love me."
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The next day, Yan Mo received a message from her father early in the morning asking her to buy a plane ticket back to Mo City. After thinking about it, she quickly got up and went to the next door with Si Ze.
"Dad, is everything settled here? Shall we buy a ticket back now?" Yan Mo confirmed in person.
Yan Ming nodded: "I have just sent the money to them." He didn't want to stay in this city for another second. A city where he had no relatives made him feel cold.
After getting her father's approval, she didn't delay any longer and directly booked four first-class tickets back to Melbourne.
In the old house of the Yan family.
When Yan Yang looked at the text message he received, he was dumbfounded.
Seeing her husband's expression, Liu Xiang was delighted. Could it be that the amount exceeded their budget by a lot? She couldn't wait to grab the phone from her husband's hand and started counting the money: "Tens, hundreds, millions, tens of millions..."
She counted the money three times and shouted in disbelief, "Yan Yang, did I see it wrong? Your brother only gave a little over twelve thousand?"
"You read it right, that's all." Yan Yang nodded heavily.
Liu Xiang jumped up from the bed and ran towards him angrily, cursing as she ran: "This old bastard, why should I keep him alive? This little money is not even enough for a meal."
She came to the door of the two elders' room, kicked it open, and started cursing at Old Man Yan who was still sitting in front of the window.
Old Master Yan didn't understand why his daughter-in-law scolded him, and asked blankly, "What's wrong? Daming hasn't sent the money yet?"
"Heh" Liu Xiang snorted coldly: "Why didn't you fight? You did!"
"Really?" Old Master Yan was delighted and quickly stood up with the help of the stool: "Then buy a coffin for Yan Yang's mother quickly!" He couldn't bear to see the woman who had been with him all his life end up like this. No matter how much she was buried first, he couldn't bear to see her rest in peace after death.
"Buy a coffin?" Liu Xiang mocked, "You are such a failure. In the eyes of your eldest son, you are nothing. The little money you gave me can't even buy a coffin lid, and you still want to buy a coffin."
"I'm telling you, if you don't give me living expenses this month, you can't stay in this house anymore." Liu Xiang said harshly.
When the dogs have no external food source, they will be so hungry that they will eat each other. It is extremely cruel. Just like Liu Xiang now, she is like these mad dogs. When she can get a little bit of oil and water from Yan Ming's hands, she will turn around and squeeze Grandpa Yan until there is no more oil and water left, and then she will throw him away like garbage.
Old Master Yan was so angry that his face turned pale and blue. Finally, he let out a long breath, and he seemed to have aged fifty years in an instant.
After learning yesterday about what his son and daughter-in-law did after his wife died, he knew that sooner or later he would become like that, with no one to take care of him after his death. No, he might be even worse off. However, he had already offended his eldest son. He had originally hoped that this money would allow him to die peacefully in this family, but now it seemed that his daughter-in-law was going to drive him away.
"I can leave, but you should bury your mother-in-law's body!" Old Master Yan said solemnly. This was his last stubbornness.
"How can I bury him without money? Unless you give me money."
"I have no money left."
"You have no money and yet you dare to ask for something." As she spoke, she shouted to the outside of the door, "Yan Yang, De'er, come here and throw the dead man out of the bed."
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