Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland - Chapter 982
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Chapter 982: Chapter 983 You are not a member of the Zhao Family, you have no right to drive us away Chapter 982: Chapter 983 You are not a member of the Zhao Family, you have no right to drive us away Meng Yunhan rebuked loudly, “Yes, I don’t have the Zhao surname, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been good to my dad. If it weren’t for your visit today, I wouldn’t have known at all that Dad had brothers. Now you come to our door asking to borrow the house, not to seize it. You need to be clear, this house belongs to my Dad, not something you can threaten me over to get. I’ll tell you this: the way my Dad lives now, even in twenty, thirty years, you won’t be able to catch up.”
Old Master Zhao looked at them coldly. “Let’s not talk about how I eat meat at every meal in Kyoto, how I pile up fruits and eat my fill. You’ve never even seen what Kyoto looks like. You want to threaten me? You have to see whether I’m even susceptible to your threats. This house is mine, and if I don’t want to lend it to you, it’s as simple as that. I have no brotherly affection for you. It was a clean break back in the day, and now, all of a sudden, when you want to borrow the house, you come knocking.”
Did they really think he wouldn’t hold a grudge?
After all these years, how could he just pretend nothing had happened?
There had been some issues back then that he simply didn’t want to bring up.
“Uncles, you know where the door is, please.” Meng Yunhan directly shooed them away. Was there any need for them to continue staying here?
There was no need at all.
“You’re not a member of the Zhao family, you have no right to send us away.”
Old Master Zhao widened his eyes, “How does my daughter not have the right? The person with the least right to speak here is you.”
Meng Yunhan watched them preparing to leave, “Uncle, if anything happens to this house, my first suspect will be you. Oh, and let me tell you something you’ve forgotten: the police chief in the city is Ahao’s comrade-in-arms, as well as my big brother’s.”
Uncle Zhao was indeed an uncle; they demolished the house after leaving. Now, with her light words, if something really did happen to the house, he would become the prime suspect.
“They wouldn’t dare touch this house.”
Yet Meng Yunhan analyzed with him, “Dad, we’re not living in the house. How can we guard against villains?”
He wasn’t a gentleman. If he was narrow-minded, how could he tolerate such things? If they really did something rash and weren’t at home, they would have no idea about it.
“You’re right. They’re really capable of doing such things.” Old Master Zhao had known his brothers for decades; he knew exactly what kind of people they were.
This time, Meng Yunhan asked the neighbors to help look after the kids. She even brought gifts to ask for their help, in case anything happened, so they could send her a telegram.
Then she took the train back to Kyoto.
As soon as she got back to Kyoto, Meng Yunhan started to get busy.
A phone call disrupted Meng Yunhan’s life.
That day, Meng Yunhan was in the office, organizing design drawings, ready to start drafting when the phone rang. Of course, she picked it up.
“Meng Yunhan, this is Zhou Jiahao.”
Meng Yunhan was stunned for a moment when she heard the self-introduction on the other end of the phone, thinking that Zhou Jiahao would never appear in her world again.
But now, he had turned up and even made this call to her?
Meng Yunhan wanted to hang up, but Zhou Jiahao’s voice came through, “I know you want to hang up. Yaya wants to see you. Her condition is getting weaker, she’s coughing up blood, and she’s been near-unconscious for many days. She wants to see Little Huzi and you. I know you’re wary of me because of what happened before, but Yaya… she could leave me at any moment.”
