Ye Zhiguo was taken aback. He hadn't expected things to backfire so badly. The old lady had set her sights on Ye Lan, and he was in a dilemma. "Mom, Lan'er isn't well. If she doesn't take her medicine, something bad will happen."
"What happened? She developed this problem because you spoiled her. Why is she taking medicine? As long as she can eat, she's healthy. Once she starts working at the shoe factory, her health will only improve. There's no need to waste money on medicine!"
The old lady cursed and spat in Ye Zhiguo's face, but she was still not satisfied. She slapped Ye Zhiguo hard and scolded, "You need to distinguish between what's important and what's not. Xiaotong is a grandson who will carry on the Ye family line. If you spend your money on Xiaotong, she can give you a grandson in the future."
What's the point of wasting money on Ye Lan and Ye Hua? Even if they have a litter, they won't be of the Ye family!
Shen Yanhong saw Ye Lan and Zhao Di off to meet up, gave them a long lecture, and then went home. But she was still worried, concerned that Ye Lan was suffering in the shoe factory. She planned to talk to Ye Zhiguo again that night and find Ye Lan an easier job.
The old lady had a loud voice and spoke by name, so it was hard for Shen Yanhong not to hear her.
She stood in the courtyard and heard every single word of the old lady's cursing. She gritted her teeth and didn't go in, but instead listened to what Ye Zhiguo had to say.
"Mom, now that Lan'er and Xiao Hua have entered our family, they are my children. Please stop scolding them so much!"
Ye Zhiguo tried to persuade her gently, but he never revealed the siblings' background, and the old lady wouldn't listen.
"Instead of raising someone else's illegitimate children, you'd be better off sending more money to your brother. Your two nephews can't even afford meat!"
The old lady glared fiercely, regardless of how eloquently Ye Zhiguo spoke, she had only one principle—
A wild woman is a wild woman; don't expect her to treat her like a married woman!
Shen Yanhong gritted her teeth in disappointment. Even now, Ye Zhiguo still refused to tell the truth, preferring to let her Lan'er and Xiao Hua suffer!
This man is so selfish and heartless!
If we endure for another three years, once Lu Qingquan and Ye Qingqing get married, we'll have Lan'er secretly persuade Lu Qingquan to get Ye Qingqing to transfer her assets to Lu Qingquan's name.
Then we'll have Lu Qingquan divorce Ye Qingqing and marry Lan'er. The property will belong to her and her two children, and Ye Zhiguo won't get a single penny!
Hmph, since Ye Zhiguo doesn't care about family ties, then don't blame her for being the fifteenth!
She was the one who knew about this property first. If she hadn't spoken up and created the opportunity, how could Ye Zhiguo, that country bumpkin, have ever married Xu Yali, that factory beauty?
Shen Yanhong gave a silent sneer. After listening for a while, she frowned. Ye Qingqing actually knew the mayor?
That brat has some good luck, it's just a pity that her Lan'er is in poor health and can only go out a few times a year, otherwise, with Lan'er's intelligence, she would definitely be more popular than Ye Qingqing.
"Grandma, Dad, I took Xiaotong to the job interview!"
Ye Qingqing said loudly, took Xiaotong's hand, and prepared to leave, too lazy to listen to the mother and daughter's nonsense anymore.
"Go quickly, don't keep the school teachers waiting. When you see Mayor Sang, please give him my regards." Ye Zhiguo kept nagging and instructing, afraid that Ye Qingqing might offend the mayor and ruin his career.
"knew……"
Ye Qingqing responded impatiently, took Xiao Tong to the courtyard, and just then saw Shen Yanhong eavesdropping with her pointed ears. She didn't have time to retract her ears in time.
"Aunt Chen, what are you doing standing in the yard? Are you eavesdropping on Grandma and Dad's conversation?"
Ye Qingqing shouted a sarcastic remark, not even glancing at Shen Yanhong's ugly expression, and rode away on her bicycle. Behind her came the old lady's powerful cursing, more melodious than a symphony.
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