Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland - Chapter 980
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Chapter 980: Chapter 981: The One Who Borrows Money is the Boss Chapter 980: Chapter 981: The One Who Borrows Money is the Boss Another slightly younger middle-aged man looked at Old Mr. Zhao, “Second brother, you and your daughter are both living in Kyoto now. You don’t use this house anymore. If we move in, we can also look after it for you.”
Upon hearing this, Meng Yunhan finally understood why they had come.
“Dad, however you decide to handle this, I have no objections,” Meng Yunhan made her stance clear. Little Huzi was already six years old and had never seen them before; moreover, if he hadn’t heard anything from Dad about them, it could only mean one thing–things had really reached the point of no return.
“Big brother, little brother, you can leave. I won’t let you move into this house,” he said.
The uncle laughed and said, “Second brother, since nobody lives in the house anyway, if the third brother moves in, he is really going to take care of it for you. You won’t need to worry about dust when you come back for the holidays.”
The younger uncle also said, “Second brother, rest assured, if you come back to stay, we guarantee to keep the house sparkling clean. Plus, your grandnephew needs to go to junior high; the food they serve at school is just too awful.”
Meng Yunhan instantly thought of something: it was the eldest uncle who had borrowed money decades ago.
If she really lent it to them, whether the house would still be hers in the end would be quite uncertain.
This house was filled with many of Dad’s memories.
“That’s none of my business,” Old Mr. Zhao flatly refused.
Meng Yunhan turned to Little Huzi, “Little Huzi, go back to your room and read.”
Little Huzi nodded and left.
“Young uncle, my Dad won’t lend the house to you,” Meng Yunhan said, cutting straight to the point.
The young uncle looked at Meng Yunhan with impatience, “I’m speaking to your Dad, not to you.” Then he turned to Old Mr. Zhao, “Second brother, as long as you agree to lend me the house, I’ll adopt my second son into your family name. In the future, he’ll take care of you in your old age.”
Old Mr. Zhao snorted coldly, “For my old age, I don’t need your son. I have a daughter who is a college graduate, and she’s currently working. My son-in-law is a deputy regimental commander in the army. Who is your son compared to that? I have a daughter; I don’t need your son to break dishes for me.”
The eldest uncle glanced at Meng Yunhan; he had heard about the second brother’s newly acknowledged college-educated daughter. They had come over this time feeling that the second brother had changed, wearing leather shoes, a wristwatch, and clothes they had never seen before.
“Once a daughter is married, she belongs to another family. Second brother, you better think it through. You can take care of yourself now, so they’re willing to support you, but if you become immobile, you’ll certainly be kicked out.”
Meng Yunhan looked at the young uncle, “Uncle, you might not know, but my maternal family resides in Yun Family of Qingzhao Village, and my Dad is living with me–not my in-laws. To suggest that I would kick out my own father, let me, Meng Yunhan, assure you with my hand on my heart that this is absolutely impossible. How I’ve treated my father over the years–my father knows that–and your attempts to sow discord won’t be successful.”
Did they really think she was a pushover to be bullied so easily?
She, Meng Yunhan, was not someone who would be ungrateful and betray those to whom she owed her loyalty.
“Hanhan, why are you wasting your breath talking to them? If they want my house, they’ll have to see if I agree. It’s been decades since we’ve had any contact, and the first thing you ask when you finally show up is to borrow my house. If I lend it to you, eventually it’ll become yours. Do you really think I wouldn’t know that?”
Old Mr. Zhao wasn’t wrong in his words.
Elder Uncle Zhao and Younger Uncle Zhao were indeed plotting just that; living there long enough, they hoped the house would eventually become theirs.
