"I'm going back now. I don't feel like talking to you anymore. You're not the cute little girl you used to be anymore."
An Guo felt wronged and aggrieved. "What are you saying? We're not kids anymore. We've grown up, we have our own families, and we have more responsibilities to bear. I'm not shirking my responsibilities. I will bear what I'm supposed to bear."
"Sister, listen to Mom more often and get some rest."
Angie: "..."
"I understand. I shouldn't have said that. It was my fault."
An Guo chuckled, "You can't say that. It's more like we've all taken care of our own lives. Don't worry, sister, if Mom feels unwell, I'll definitely take care of her without hesitation. She's my mom, how could I not take care of her?"
I don't see anything wrong with Mom suing us; she can sue everyone.
If he sues everyone, he'll be fine.
Angie: "..." Okay, she shouldn't have come.
"I'm leaving."
"Sis, why don't you eat before you go?"
"I'm so angry I'm full!"
Angie grabbed her husband and left, not wanting to stay even a second longer.
Han Wen quickly followed; his wife was angry and he needed to coax her.
"Anqi, Anqi, slow down, the road here is difficult to walk on. What do you want to eat? I'll take you out to eat later."
Anqi turned around and glared at him fiercely, "The things outside are so unhealthy, do you even have a brain?"
Han Wen: "..." I understand, he's cannon fodder.
"Mmm, mmm, it's my fault, it's my fault, don't be angry, it hurts me to see you angry."
Shall we go home?
Anqi then got into the car with Han Wen and they went back together.
On the way back, Anqi started muttering, "Isn't Anguo infuriating? He's really... a real schemer."
"Don't be angry, Anguo is only thinking of his family."
"That's what makes me feel sad. I don't know why. When we were young, we were wholeheartedly devoted to our families, but now that we've grown up and have our own families, we're thinking about our own little families instead. We no longer think about our parents, not even me."
"Why have we become like this?!" (Korean)
Hanwen wanted to say that you're feeling sentimental because you're pregnant.
These are words that should absolutely not be said.
"No, you still love Mom and Anqi very much. We're not Mom or Anguo and the others, so we can't interfere with their thoughts. We just need to mind our own business. What do you say?"
"Mm." Angie now understood what it truly meant to do what was best for her mother, and of course she wouldn't have any other thoughts.
...
Not long after they returned home, they received a summons from the court.
Upon seeing the summons, An Bing's heart skipped a beat. He quickly took the summons to a lawyer, who was stunned to see it. They had really filed a lawsuit!
This is it.
He looked at An Bing and said, "You've really been sued. Let's talk this over. You need to change your mind."
An Bing: "???"
"What's your opinion?" He insists that everything he says is correct.
"You can't just ask for a share of the money. You also need to tell the judge that you're willing to support your mother, to provide living expenses, and that you fully respect her opinion, understand?"
The lawyer knew perfectly well that he had no chance of winning. He had only been thinking about earning some consulting fees. Who would have thought that this person would turn out like this? Every truth he spoke influenced his judgment, which led to the current situation.
“I don’t agree. What I’m saying is the truth. What’s wrong with you? You’re my lawyer. How can you listen to my mother?”
So what if she sues me? I can sue her too. I'm not afraid. As long as you help me, I'll pay any price. I must win! I absolutely have to win!
"You two must have some connections, right? Go and pull some strings for me, I need to win!"
He had to win, he had to make everyone know that what he said was right, that he was correct, that he was right!
"The law is serious. You need to listen to my analysis and cooperate with me properly so that I can fight for your best interests. If you can prove that the money is your father's, perhaps we will still have a chance."
"I will, I definitely will," An Bing said, indicating that he was certain he would find an opportunity.
"Okay, then let's try our best."
From that day on, Anbing went back to the village and asked his father's friends if they thought his parents' money was earned by his father.
Everyone knew what had happened before, and they all felt sorry for An Bing.
“Anbing, that’s not right of you. That’s your mother’s retirement money. How could you be so heartless as to take it?”
Didn't you ever think about how your mother wouldn't be able to live without this money?
An Bing didn't care at all. "I will take care of her and make sure she has enough to eat and drink and doesn't have to worry about anything."
"Would you be willing to let your mother ask you for money? Would you be happy?"
They thought An Bing must be possessed, otherwise how could he be so shameless? They couldn't believe it.
"Of course I'm happy, why wouldn't I be?" An Bing was now obsessed; he just wanted to win, he just wanted that money. Otherwise, he would become a laughingstock in everyone's eyes, and he wouldn't allow himself to become a laughingstock.
"You're happy? That's what you said. We all know that money belongs to your mother."
An Bing: "..."
In the end, An Bing gained nothing.
That's right, he had absolutely no evidence to prove that it was his father's inheritance.
An Bing was very unhappy when he returned home, but he saw that his grandson finally had a slight smile on his face.
"Xiao Bao, what are you doing?"
"Grandpa, I'm wondering when you're going to die?"
An Bing: "!!!"
An Bing flew into a rage and raised his hand to strike, "Who told you that?"
"If your great-grandfather dies, you'll have money. So if you die, won't I have money too?"
It has to be said that children's words are always the most hurtful. An Bing took several steps back, feeling as if the sky had fallen and the earth had cracked.
He was on the verge of a breakdown.
How could this happen?
"You...you actually want me dead so you can take my money?"
An Bing couldn't accept it and turned to run away.
Can he hit him? No, he did it himself, and his grandson just copied him. Is he angry? Of course he's angry. Who would want their grandson to say that?
He could only stumble back to his room and bear it all alone.
When his wife came back, she offered him food, but he refused. When she asked him what was wrong, he told her, and his face was full of disappointment.
"What's wrong with that? They're just kids, children say the darndest things."
But was it really just childhood indiscretion?
...
The village was bustling with activity. They told Mo Yan about An Bing's matter, but Mo Yan didn't care at all; she thought it was just a publicity stunt.
"It's okay, let him make a fuss if he wants. I'm really not afraid of him. I don't need him to bury me when I die. I can handle everything perfectly well on my own."
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