Despite her sweet words, once back in her room, Yan Yaoyao immediately took out her phone and called Yan Shu.
Yan Shu, who was at home learning how to use Weibo, was not surprised to see the incoming call on her screen.
She calmly answered the phone, "Yaoyao, is something wrong?"
With a hint of resentment, Yan Yaoyao asked, "I grew up by your side, why did I never know that we had so many houses? You are obviously very rich, why did you hide it from me? Before you knew the truth, wasn't I your biological daughter? Why did you even keep it from me?"
“It’s not that I’m keeping it from you. Not only you, but your brother doesn’t know about this either. As for why I didn’t tell you, it was your grandmother’s idea. And as it turns out, your grandmother was right.”
If it hadn't been kept secret, how could she have seen through Yan Yaoyao's true colors?
Yan Yaoyao herself would say that before she knew the truth, she was her own biological daughter.
Who would have thought that the child growing up beside you would have another face?
"Besides, do you remember when I asked you to go to Courtyard No. 5? At that time, I originally wanted to transfer that building to you, so I specifically arranged to meet you there to discuss things. I don't need to remind you what happened, do I?" Yan Shu said calmly.
As a result, she suffered severe physical and mental trauma in Courtyard No. 5.
"After that incident, how dare you call and question me?"
The colder Yan Shu's attitude was, the more regretful Yan Yaoyao felt.
She regretted going too far back then, to the point that Yan Shu no longer cared about any motherly affection.
But she hadn't even gotten all those houses when she was still Yan Shu's daughter, so how could she be willing to let Yan Qiao get them?
"Mom, do you really not want me, your daughter, anymore?"
These words annoyed Yan Shu immensely.
"Wasn't it you who made the choice back then? Yao Yao, you've ended up like this because of greed. If you hadn't discovered today that I'm not poor and actually own many properties, would you have made this call? You're only after profit, so why bother talking about feelings with me?"
Yan Yaoyao bit her lip, "What about Yan Qiao? Wasn't she staying by your side for these things too?"
Yan Shu chuckled, "She's my daughter. What makes you think you can compare to her? In other words, you don't even have the right to be resentful, because these things were never yours to begin with. Isn't the wealth of the Yan family enough to satisfy your appetite?"
Yan Yaoyao burst into tears, "Mom, is our nearly twenty-year relationship less important than the few days you've known Yan Qiao?"
She was the one who grew up by Yan Shu's side, so why does she never show favoritism towards her?
Yan Shu's expression turned completely cold. "Feelings don't transfer. I won't hate you just because I love Yan Qiao. My feelings for you have been extinguished by your own actions. You can't expect me to unconditionally forgive you just because you stabbed someone in the back, can you? I won't repeat myself. You'd better watch yourself."
After saying that, Yan Shu hung up the phone.
Yan Qiao hesitated for a moment, wanting to speak but then stopping herself.
Yan Shu said, "Just say what you have to say. What do you need to hold back in front of your mother?"
"Actually, even if you want to associate with Yan Yaoyao, I won't be angry."
How could I just throw away my daughter whom I've known for almost twenty years?
Yan Shu said gently, "But I do care. Qiaoqiao, you are my daughter. Because I love you, I care about your feelings. Besides, Yaoyao's personality is really not suitable for her to associate with us anymore. She is too scheming. If she approaches us, she must have something in mind. If it's not for profit, it's to hurt you."
Having such a person around is no different from having a time bomb.
Yan Qiao stopped talking and changed the subject to topics on Weibo.
"Mom, you're gaining followers really fast."
It's only been a short time, and it's already approached 1 million.
"Really? I didn't even notice."
Since the three major families of Yancheng came forward to explain, they have completely crushed Shen Yuejin, making it impossible for her to jump up again.
Even her girlfriends were ridiculed and subsequently faded into obscurity.
After this ordeal, Yan Shu became even more determined to expedite the transfer of the house ownership.
On New Year's Day, she and Song Yinsheng took Yan Qiao to see a courtyard house.
Standing at the door, Yan Qiao asked curiously, "Are you here to visit a friend?"
Until Yan Shu took out the key...
Yan Qiao suddenly realized: "Mom, this house is yours too?"
Yan Shu smiled and nodded, "Your parents have decided to transfer this courtyard house to you. There's another one in the No. 1 Mansion, which will be left to Xiao Jing. That way, you and your brother will each have one, which is fair. It's just that this courtyard house is a bit dilapidated, so you might have to make do with it."
Yan Qiao looked at the gate. The metal on the doorknob was rusty, and there were traces of time everywhere. It was indeed quite dilapidated.
The gate opened, revealing a screen wall, a floor paved with blue bricks, and weeds growing in the cracks of the walls.
"This is a three-courtyard siheyuan (traditional courtyard house). The main gate is located in the southeast corner. Your grandmother told me that the people who used to live here were officials."
Walking in and turning left, you'll find a fairly large courtyard, which Yan Qiao estimates to be about 200 square meters.
Beyond the courtyard is the hanging flower gate; passing through the hanging flower gate leads to another large courtyard.
"This is the main courtyard."
The main house consists of a master bedroom connected to the living room, with side rooms on both sides and wing rooms on the left and right, all connected by covered corridors, forming a square layout.
Further inside, there is a whole row of rear buildings.
Song Yinsheng said, "This is a courtyard house with a very square layout. If it can be properly renovated, it will have its own unique world inside, and it will be very comfortable to live in."
Unfortunately, because no one has lived here for a long time, this courtyard house has fallen into disrepair and is piled with a lot of miscellaneous items.
"Mom and Dad, how big is this courtyard house?"
Yan Shu said, "More than nine hundred square meters."
Yan Qiao was speechless. Suddenly, she had become a rich second-generation heiress worth hundreds of millions!
"It should sell for over 100 million, right?"
Yan Shu nodded. "When we bought it, it wasn't that expensive. A couple of years ago, someone wanted to buy it from me for over 200 million, but I didn't sell. Mainly because my family isn't short of money, and there's no harm in leaving the house unused."
Yan Qiao was numb to it all. Ever since Yan Shu told her that her family owned so many houses, she had to go to Versailles every now and then.
"This house isn't enough. Let Mom pick out a few more and give you a few more."
Yan Qiao: "...Dong?"
Yan Shu sighed, "Is the Yan family about to go bankrupt? They didn't even give you several houses."
Yan Qiao: "..." Speechless.
Chen Lan isn't keen on buying houses, but she does like jewelry.
As far as she knew, the Yan family didn't actually own many houses.
It's even less likely that someone would go to such an extreme place as Yan Shu, where the units that gave away houses were all buildings.
"Mom, this courtyard house is already very valuable; we don't need anything else."
Yan Shu held her hand. "Qiaoqiao, these things will belong to you and your brother sooner or later. The first nineteen years, once missed, are missed. No matter how much Mom wants to make up for it, she can't get those times back. In the remaining years, your parents want to take good care of you. We are a family. Your father's and your sister's things belong to you and your brother. You don't need to feel any guilt."
She hoped that Yan Qiao would take it for granted and believe that it was originally hers.
She wanted to give Yan Qiao a genuine sense of belonging.
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