The chubby girl had a well-thought-out plan. She would first reluctantly marry Zhang Dalin. If she could build a good relationship with Lu Mo's family, she would have the opportunity to go to Pingjiang for treatment. Once she cured her strange illness, she would definitely kick the good-for-nothing to the curb.
The thought of spending one's life with a good-for-nothing is terrifying; even a fat girl would feel incredibly wronged.
“We won’t sit here anymore. In-laws, you should hurry up and book a room. We can’t let Dalin and my Yinzhuan be crammed in here after they get married!” The plump aunt smiled gently, but her words were sharp.
The chubby girl and Zhang Dalin have already registered their marriage. Yang Jinfeng will definitely put her son's name on the new house she buys, so it will be her daughter and Zhang Dalin's marital property. If they divorce, her daughter will get half of it.
Housing prices will definitely keep rising, and in a few years they might even reach tens of thousands. My daughter definitely won't lose out in the divorce.
The plump aunt's eyes gleamed with shrewdness. She was much smarter than Yang Jinfeng. Before getting a marriage certificate with Zhang Dalin, she had consulted a lawyer and found out everything clearly. Fortunately, Yang Jinfeng's family wasn't very bright and were easy to fool.
"My place can still be squeezed in..."
With her old house abandoned, Yang Jinfeng couldn't bear to part with the savings she had accumulated over most of her life and didn't want to buy a new house.
Since they've already gotten their marriage certificate, the chubby girl is now part of the Zhang family. She can't just fly away without a new house.
The plump aunt understood her meaning, and her face immediately darkened. She looked at Zhang Dalin with displeasure, "The reason my family was willing to register our marriage with you is because you are honest, kind, and caring. You promised to buy a new house from my family, which is why my husband and I agreed. Now that we've registered our marriage, you want to turn your back on us, right?"
Zhang Dalin's face turned bright red, as did his father, Zhang Baosheng, who felt ashamed and embarrassed, feeling sorry for the plump girl.
"Definitely...buy!"
Zhang Dalin was too anxious and stammered, glaring at Yang Jinfeng, and said with dissatisfaction, "Mother..."
He finally got a wife, but his mother is making things difficult for him. Does she want him to be a bachelor for the rest of his life?
Honest people either don't get angry at all, or when they do, it's unsettling. Yang Jinfeng feels that way now because both honest people in her family have lost their temper.
“If we don’t buy a house, neither Dalin nor I will hand over our salaries anymore. We’ll save up and buy it ourselves,” Zhang Baosheng threatened.
His son is almost thirty, and he's in his early fifties. His colleagues of the same age in the workshop have all started having grandchildren, but he hasn't even gotten a daughter-in-law yet. He's completely lost face.
The plump aunt and her daughter exchanged knowing glances, a hint of smugness in their eyes. The men in this family were so easy to please; they didn't even need to use their brains.
Yang Jinfeng was both angry and scared. She worked at a department store, which used to be the most sought-after job. Everyone said she was lucky and flattered her because she had inside information and could buy popular items.
But in recent years, the department store has been doing increasingly poorly, and it even went bankrupt last year. It was contracted out to a private company and turned into a shopping mall. The young employees were rehired, but old-timers like her could only retire early and receive three or four hundred yuan a month, which wasn't even enough to fill their stomachs.
How would she survive if Zhang Baosheng and his son didn't hand over their wages?
Yang Jinfeng felt a little sad. The chubby girl who she used to be very satisfied with was now someone she couldn't stand. She was causing trouble before she even entered the house. What status would she have after she entered the house?
"Who said I'm not buying? I'm thinking about which neighborhood to buy in. What's the rush!" Yang Jinfeng shouted angrily, her face darkening, and she adopted a dismissive attitude.
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