Han Yue greeted her parents happily.
Before leaving the bathroom, Lao Deng deleted the chat history, put his phone on silent, and put it in his pocket.
Abroad, Deng Wei was hung up on by his father before he could finish speaking, which made the man even angrier.
“David, what did Dad say?” Zhou Man asked.
"Dad said he was busy and would talk about it later, then he hung up on me," Deng Wei said.
“What’s Dad so busy with? Didn’t she retire? She used to spend her afternoons strolling in the park, dancing, and she never said she was busy when she called.” Zhou Man’s words made Deng Wei even more resentful of his father.
"Isn't he married? Maybe he's with Aunt Han and it's inconvenient for him to talk to me." Deng Wei guessed pretty accurately.
“Then we’ll ask Dad again when he’s alone. He’s so old, he shouldn’t lose all the money he’s saved up his whole life. And that house under Dad’s name, the property certificate is in his name. If we include Aunt Han, he’ll just be giving away half to someone else for no reason.” Zhou Man had long been eyeing Old Deng’s little bit of property.
"No, the house won't. My dad said it will all go to our daughter, to Lulu."
“Maybe. After all, we live far apart, and it’s not as good as having someone by your side to whisper in your ear. I don’t want you to get carried away and add my name to the list,” Zhou Man said.
“Then I’ll send him a message reminding him that if the house is registered under someone else’s name, he shouldn’t acknowledge me as his son anymore,” Deng Wei said, emphasizing each word.
Old Deng was preoccupied, so he spaced out for a while while drinking water during the break.
There was a missed message on my phone screen. I knew it was from Deng Wei without even opening it, and it definitely wasn't anything nice.
When I was living alone before, Deng Wei would always call me and our conversations were normal. How did it become like this now?
Why are you saying such awful things?
Old Deng was worried that Deng Wei might attack again, and Han Yue would be heartbroken if she found out.
He tried hard to recall why his son suddenly had this idea.
Could it be because Deng Wei asked him for 800,000 yuan last month, and he said he didn't have it?
Old Deng used some of his retirement savings to open training classes, so he didn't have much savings left. The reason he said he had none was because he knew his son and daughter-in-law's income. Why would he borrow money? He was afraid his son would squander it.
Was this the cause of the misunderstanding? He needed to call Deng Wei as soon as possible.
Before the evening class started, Lao Deng made an excuse to go out to pick up the students and called Deng Wei.
"Xiao Wei, is it because you asked me for money and I said no, that you think all my money went to your Aunt Han?" Old Deng asked bluntly.
“Isn’t that right? Your monthly pension is so high. You didn’t spend much when you were single. How could you not have money after all these years?” Deng Wei helped his father do the math. “After I got married, I basically didn’t spend any of your money. I started saving from then on, and it’s been twenty years now. I should have some money by now.”
"You're going to settle accounts with me?" Old Deng was startled by his son's actions.
"If I don't calculate it for you, do you think you'll realize you've been scammed?"
"Xiao Wei, I'll say it again, Aunt Han Yue won't lie to me, not just about money, but about nothing. She's helped me a lot."
"Of course you're defending her. If she wasn't scammed, how do you explain not being able to come up with that little bit of money?" Deng Wei retorted.
"Didn't I tell you before? I opened a shop where I teach table tennis."
"That's not much investment, and besides, opening a shop means you'll make money, and the money will only keep increasing," Deng Weiqiang argued. "Aunt Han didn't spend a single penny of your money? By the way, giving her gifts also counts as spending money, can you swear that?"
Old Deng got angry too, and he hung up the phone again. Wasn't he allowed to give his wife a gift? He had raised Deng Yue to be a college student and helped her get married. Hadn't he done enough?
An elderly person wants to live their own life, so what's wrong with buying something for their spouse? What right does Deng Wei have to criticize him?
The fact that his father didn't dare to swear an oath solidified Deng Wei's resolve.
He told his wife, "He hung up again. I made him swear he never gave Aunt Han Yue any jewelry, and he hung up in anger."
"Stop asking. His hanging up is enough to prove he bought it, probably a lot. Look at my parents, they give us every penny they have, afraid we'll suffer abroad." Zhou Man continued to stir up trouble.
“Yes, my parents-in-law are really good to us. Every time they call, they ask if we have money to spend. My dad is different. Not only does he not give me money, but he also tells me not to spend it recklessly.” Deng Wei was furious, so he sent a few more messages to complain about his father.
What angered Lao Deng even more was...
So much so that he forgot to delete the message after returning to the organization.
That evening, Han Yue was arranging her class schedule when she saw a chat box with only a few messages left, thanks to Lao Deng's messages.
[Aunt Han didn't cheat you out of your money, why don't you dare swear it?]
You must have given her a lot of things, and you even lied to us saying she paid the down payment for the new house. I bet it was you who paid for it.
[You neglect your own son to raise someone else's child; you must have given Fu Jingsheng a lot of money, right?]
From now on, I'll make them take care of you, and I'll pretend I never had a father like you.
...
Han Yue's heart sank little by little.
She held back until get out of class ended, then directly asked Lao Deng, "Xiao Wei said I cheated you out of money? I cheated you out of money?"
No wonder Lao Deng went out alone several times today; he must have been on the phone with his son the whole time.
Old Deng didn't expect Han Yue to see the news so quickly.
He tried to explain, "Xiao Wei and I had a fight. He was in a bad mood and just said things he didn't mean. It wasn't directed at you."
“Every single message mentions me, isn’t it all targeted? What kind of argument would lead to such talk?” Han Yue asked.
"Xiaoyue, don't misunderstand. Deng Wei was just confused for a moment and talked nonsense. I guess he's been drinking and talking nonsense when he's drunk." Old Deng was afraid that Han Yue's relationship with her son would deteriorate, so he continued to make excuses for his son.
"Don't lie to me. He called you during dinner about this, right? I didn't realize it at the time, but I noticed your expression was off. I was concerned about you, but you had a sullen face." Han Yue wasn't stupid.
Old Deng was speechless and unable to defend himself.
He simply admitted, "I'm sorry, Xiaoyue, I didn't raise the child well. I don't know why he suddenly said that."
"What did I do that made him misunderstand? Should I make a phone call and explain?" Han Yue didn't like being wrongly accused.
“No need to call. I’ve already explained, but he doesn’t believe me. If Xiao Wei were half as good as Jing Sheng, that would be great. Jing Sheng is always very polite to me and never asks me about money.” In comparison, Old Deng realized that his son was far inferior.
"Without reason? Why did he say I cheated you out of your money? Why would I cheat you out of your money? I have a son and a daughter-in-law, and their jobs are no worse than Xiao Wei and his wife's. Why would I cheat you out of your money?" Han Yue couldn't understand.
“It’s not your fault, it’s all Xiao Wei’s fault. Don’t be angry, I will talk to him.” Old Deng was extremely anxious. He was most afraid that his son and Han Yue would not get along.
"I'll call him." Han Yue couldn't keep anything to herself; she had to say everything, and Old Deng couldn't stop her.
Deng Wei saved Han Yue's number. When he saw that it was Han Yue calling, he immediately put the call on speakerphone and answered. Zhou Man remained silent beside him.
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