Knowing that Fang Zeyu owned a company that was very profitable, Wang Ziju smashed all the bowls in her house.
"You heard me right, you really saw him driving a car? Could it be that he hired someone to act out the scene, and the car was rented?" Wang Ziju is Fang Zeyu's stepmother. In her mind, a person who has been to prison is already a waste of his life, how could he possibly run a company?
"It's true, a lot of people saw it. The security captain at Nanfu Mansion calls him 'General Manager Fang.' Some people have inquired and found out there really is a security company in Nanjiang Building, and the boss is named Fang Zeyu. I heard the company is huge, earning over a million a year," Fang Zehao said excitedly. "Mom, he's so rich now, why don't we go find him..."
Their family is not doing well now. Wang Ziju was laid off a long time ago. They used to have their grandparents' pensions to subsidize them, but since they passed away, only Fang Jianhua is earning a salary. In the past two years, the factory has not been doing well, so he can only earn a basic salary. The family can only make ends meet with this salary.
"What does his company have to do with you?" Fang Jianhua glared at Fang Zehao. "He has nothing to do with us anymore. He should find a job and work hard to earn his own money."
Wang Ziju was displeased. "Why are you taking your anger out on Xiaohao? Is it because Xiaohao doesn't want to go out and find a job? With things like this outside, how many people can't find work? It's all because his father is incompetent. Look at Lao Gao's son, Lao Gao got him into the police station with just one word. Our son's grades are better than his, but he can't even get into a factory."
"Fang Zeyu didn't even graduate from junior high school and had been to jail. Who helped him after he got out? Didn't he start his own company and become his own boss? Xiao Hao is also my son. Why can't he go out and make his own way? I think he's just too comfortable." Fang Jianhua slammed his hand on the table and said loudly.
“What do you mean by ‘living too well’? Our family hasn’t had meat in ages. Look how hungry Xiaohao is, his face is all pale.” Wang Ziju touched her son’s face with heartache, then said, “But speaking of which, since he’s rich, why is he still occupying his parents’ house? I admit I’m not good to Fang Zeyu, I have my own son, and I never wanted him to support me in my old age. But Xiaohao has a share in that house too. Go find him. I don’t expect the house to belong entirely to us, but at least Xiaohao should have half, right? Whether he pays for it himself or sells it and gives it to Xiaohao, Xiaohao should have half.”
Fang Jianhua looked at Wang Ziju with some doubt. She hadn't said that in the past. In her eyes, the house should belong to Xiao Hao. Now that she knew Fang Zeyu was rich, she was being reasonable.
Did he think Wang Ziju didn't want everything? She dared not even think about it.
Back then, she was so mean to Fang Zeyu. When others framed him, she deliberately kicked him when he was down. Fearing that Fang Zeyu would come out and take the house, she deliberately prevented him from seeing the old man and his family one last time. Who would have thought that the two old geezers would transfer the house to Fang Zeyu's name so early? She tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead, and completely offended Fang Zeyu.
After Fang Zeyu came out, she secretly went to see him without Fang Jianhua's knowledge. When Fang Zeyu saw her, he grabbed her by the neck. His eyes looked like he really wanted to kill her. After that, she had several nightmares and never dared to go to Fang Zeyu again.
“I’ll go talk to him.” Fang Jianhua was silent for a while, glanced at his youngest son, and sighed.
Fang Zehao is almost 30 now and still doesn't have a girlfriend. Isn't it because his family is poor? His grandfather's house can be sold for a few dollars. They can contribute some money to buy an apartment and find him a wife.
Completely unprepared, Shu Yan met the legendary father-in-law.
"You say you're Fang Zeyu's father? That's really unfortunate, he's away on a business trip today. If you want to see him, you'll have to wait a few days." Shu Yan looked Fang Jianhua up and down; he didn't resemble Fang Zeyu at all. Perhaps Fang Zeyu looked more like his mother.
Fang Jianhua was meeting Shu Yan for the first time. He had heard before that Fang Zeyu had found a divorced woman with two children, but their relationship was not good and he couldn't control him, so he had always pretended not to know. Today, he found that this woman was very beautiful and did not look like she had given birth at all. He also heard that she was very capable and owned her own company and was very rich.
"Then I'll come back to see him in a few days." Fang Jianhua breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see Fang Zeyu. To be honest, he really didn't want to face Fang Zeyu.
Three days later, Fang Zeyu returned from his business trip, bringing Shu Yan and the children a lot of local specialties. As Shu Yan sorted through them, she said, "Your dad came to see you a few days ago. I told him you were away on a business trip, and he left without saying what it was about, saying he'd come back to see you later. Could it be because he knows you own a company and have money now, so he wants to ask you for money?"
Fang Zeyu shook his head, "No."
Fang Jianhua was completely indifferent to him, genuinely indifferent, as if he didn't exist; otherwise, Wang Ziju wouldn't have dared to be so harsh. Ultimately, the problem lay with Fang Jianhua.
Fang Jianhua never intended to support Fang Zeyu, nor did he ever think of him supporting him in his old age, so Fang Jianhua would not want his money.
"That's... a house?" That seems to be the only explanation.
“That house is worth a lot of money, how could they possibly give it up? It was left to me by my grandfather, and I will absolutely not give it to them,” Fang Zeyu said coldly.
Shu Yan frowned. "I think you still need to find a time to talk to them and make things clear. Otherwise, it's not a good idea to keep thinking about it like this."
“Explain yourself? Wang Ziju wants this house, and I will absolutely not give it to them. It’s impossible to explain.”
"What I mean is, should we pay to avoid trouble?" It's not like we're short of money, so we might as well buy it, write a buyout agreement, and pay for peace and quiet.
"This isn't about money," Fang Zeyu shook his head, firmly disagreeing.
"Okay, then we won't give them to them. I'll always support you," Shu Yan said with a light smile.
Never advise someone to be magnanimous if you haven't experienced their pain yourself. This is a quote from a famous person in Shu Yan's world, and she thinks it's very true. The original owner of this body had pain that many people didn't understand. Fang Zeyu understood her, and she understood Fang Zeyu, so she would never advise Fang Zeyu to be magnanimous.
Fang Zeyu hugged Shu Yan and whispered a thank you.
The next day, Shu Yan and Fang Zeyu returned from the company and saw Fang Jianhua standing at the intersection waiting for them. When he saw Fang Zeyu, he was stunned for a moment. Although they were father and son, they had not seen each other for many years. Seeing him again, he felt a sense of disorientation.
"I heard that you came to see me, Shu Yan. If it's about Grandpa's house, then you can leave. There's nothing to discuss here," Fang Zeyu said bluntly.
"Fang Zeyu," Fang Jianhua called out to him, "When your grandfather passed away, he left you something. Don't you want it?"
Fang Zeyu never expected him to be so despicable, using his grandparents' belongings to threaten him.
"Say what you want to say," Fang Zeyu said coldly, looking at Fang Jianhua.
"There's a new teahouse over there, let's go sit down." Fang Jianhua didn't wait for his reply and went over first.
"You go home first, I'll be back in a bit," Fang Zeyu said to Shu Yan before following her. Once seated, Fang Zeyu said directly, "No need for formalities, just tell me what you need, but a house is out of the question."
"Before giving you your belongings, can you tell me a story first?" Fang Jianhua began reminiscing before Fang Zeyu could answer. "In a special era, there was a 15-year-old boy who went to the countryside to help with construction. He naively thought there would be endless meat and wine in the countryside. Only after arriving did he realize how hard life was there. Unfortunately, once he went, he couldn't return to the city. He gritted his teeth and persevered for three years. Just when he was about to give up, a woman suddenly appeared and told him that if he married her, he would never have to do so much farm work again, and he would have enough to eat and a warm bed. The boy agreed. On his wedding day, he was surrounded by several of his uncles..." He got his son drunk, and the next day his wife said they had been together the night before. A month later, his wife told him she was pregnant. He was overjoyed and worked tirelessly, wanting to shoulder the responsibilities of a husband and father. When his wife was eight months pregnant, she accidentally fell and went into premature labor, giving birth to a son weighing just over six pounds. He was genuinely happy; who wouldn't be happy to have a son? But one day, he overheard his wife talking to her mother and learned that when his wife was in high school, she had a relationship with a man from the city, but it didn't work out. After returning home and discovering she was pregnant, she was too afraid to go to the hospital, so she found a mentally challenged man to be her lover.
After telling the story, both of them fell silent. After a long while, Fang Zeyu asked in a hoarse voice, "Do that man's parents know?"
"That idiot went back to the city, remarried, and soon had another child. Unexpectedly, the woman from the countryside came to find him with the child. The idiot knew he was a cuckold, so how could he possibly be willing to raise that child? It would be a stain on his life. But the man's parents didn't know that and insisted on raising the child. Later, every time the man saw the child, he would think of being treated like a cuckold and couldn't help but tell his parents the truth. I don't know what his parents thought, but they still treated him like their own grandson and even wanted to leave the house and the family heirloom to that grandson who wasn't related to them by blood."
After a long silence, Fang Zeyu said calmly, "Thank you for telling me this story. It's very interesting." He paused for a moment, then added, "I'll give you all the money for the house, consider it a purchase. As for the belongings? Leave them to Fang Zehao."
Shu Yan waited and waited at home but Fang Zeyu didn't come back. She was getting anxious and couldn't help but call Fang Zeyu. "Why isn't anyone answering?" She told her aunt and then grabbed a flashlight to go look for him.
The teahouse owner said Fang Zeyu had left long ago, and Shu Yan went to the old lady's place, but no one was there either.
After calming down and thinking for a long time, Shu Yan figured that what could make Fang Zeyu lose control was probably his deceased grandparents. She asked the old lady about the location of Fang Zeyu's grandparents' graves and went there alone.
Seeing Fang Zeyu kneeling in front of the tombstone, Shu Yan slowly walked over, knelt down beside him, and said softly, "Grandpa and Grandma, hello, I am Shu Yan. I came in a hurry today and didn't even buy flowers. Please don't mind."
“They won’t mind.” Fang Zeyu raised his head, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace, then hugged Shu Yan tightly and sobbed silently, “I’m just a joke.”
It turns out he hated the wrong person all along. Fang Jianhua was being merciful by not strangling him. It turns out he wasn't his grandparents' biological grandson at all.
Although Shu Yan didn't know what had happened, she knew it must have been a huge blow to Fang Zeyou. She hugged him and gently patted his shoulder, saying, "No matter what it is, I'll be with you. You still have me, and you still have Jingjing and Tianbao..."
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