Chapter 323
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Ye Chien nodded. "I'll listen to you. These aren't things I should care about. They're not worth my time. Don't worry. I know what I need. "
After a slight pause, she smiled. "Actually, Sun Dongqing didn't take much of the money. Most of it was given to my aunt's family by my grandpa and grandma. A few years ago, when they came back, I only mentioned the money. My aunt cried, threw a tantrum, and threatened to hang herself. She said that my niece was forcing her to her death. "
"These things … I won't hide it from Grandpa Gen. I'll remember them. I won't get involved with my dad's relatives. Now that I've moved out, I don't want to have anything to do with them. "
Uncle Gen remembered what happened a few years ago. Ye Zhixiang, the woman from the Ye Family who took away all of his sister-in-law's pension and didn't come back for a few years, sneaked back to the village on New Year's Eve.
He didn't know what happened. She beat Ye Chien up and left him outside. If the village chief, Zhang Fude, didn't pick up Ye Chien on the way home from drinking, the girl in front of him would have been dead.
That year, he was in the army for Chinese New Year. When he came back, it was already the fourth day of Chinese New Year. Ye Zhixiang's family had already left the village.
Since then, he didn't go back to the army for Chinese New Year.
"Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Girl, think about the future. Think about your future. Think about your future. " Uncle Gen tapped his opium pipe on the ground. Behind the smoke, his eyes were cloudy. "You live your life, and they live theirs. Let's mind our own business."
Ye Chien narrowed her eyes. Her hand that was rolling the cigarette for Uncle Gen paused. Her eyes gradually darkened.
She looked up and saw Uncle Gen leaning to the side and smoking. It seemed like he didn't want to talk about the Ye Family.
Ye Chien wanted to ask about Ye Zhixiang's family and her uncle, but … she didn't know what to say.
Because every time she mentioned the Ye Family, Uncle Gen didn't want to talk about it.
Forget it. She shouldn't think too much about the Ye family's matters. She wouldn't even ask about tuition fees or living expenses!
To Ye Chien, money was not her main concern, but to Sun Dongqing, money was her life.
Ever since she found out that Ye Chien had returned to the village, she had been packing her luggage at home, preparing to return to town early the next morning. "Yingying, quickly call your father and ask him to send a car to pick us up tomorrow."
"You talk to us every day about being incorruptible, but in the end, you only know how to enjoy yourself! I heard that that wretched girl Ye Chien has returned to the village. I wonder if she came back to ask for tuition fees. She's born to be a debt collector. I won't give her a single cent! "
During this period of time, Ye Ying was very popular in the village. As the only junior high school student in the village who was admitted into the province's No.1 Middle School, if it weren't for the fact that her father was the mayor and needed to maintain his integrity, he would have held a banquet.
Hearing this, she looked up from her English book and said coldly, "Didn't Dad give the money to Grandpa? Now that Grandpa, Grandma, and Auntie are living in the big city, even if Ye Chien comes to ask for living expenses, just tell her that Grandpa and Grandma took the money. Wouldn't that be enough? "
"Those two old farts are enjoying themselves outside. When did they ever come back to see you, their granddaughter? If you say that they took the money, the first one to jump at you is your father! “
You wouldn't understand even if I told you. Yingying, remember this. You can mess with anyone, but never make your Grandpa and Grandma angry! "When Sun Dongqing mentioned her parents-in-law, even a shrewish woman like her was a bit scared.
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