Chapter 425
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"Mom, does Grandpa really treat Cousin Chen lightly just because he's in a wheelchair? Every time I go to Grandpa's house, I see how well Grandpa treats Du Shixian. I always feel bad for Uncle. Grandpa's health has been deteriorating these past few years. I think he's most likely going to leave all the family assets to Du Shixian. Uncle and Cousin Chen will have to stand aside! "
The little girl was in a bad mood because of these things. The more she spoke, the angrier she became. Her tone was full of anger. "Mom, if Uncle doesn't receive Grandpa's favor, Dad will definitely treat us worse. Look at how well Dad treats that bastard Zhou Weiqi recently. When he wants to buy a new car, Dad buys it for him without a second thought. I want it too. I don't see Dad being so generous to me! "
When Jiang Yao heard this, she was slightly taken aback. Her gaze once again fell on the mother and daughter who were talking under a tree downstairs. Based on their movements and expressions, the conversation she overheard was probably what the mother and daughter were talking about. However, Jiang Yao was a little surprised. The little bastard Zhou Weiqi they were talking about couldn't be the Zhou Weiqi she knew, right?
"He's just a little bastard. Your dad feels like he owes him. It's just a car, what's there to be so calculative about? What do you want? Haven't I satisfied you before? Zhou Weiqi can only muddle along in that kind of small place for the rest of his life. What can he do? He hooked up with a few brothers from the Liang family. People call him Young Master Zhou out of respect for the Liang, Gu, and Chen families. Do you think he's that great? "
Liang family? Gu family? Chen family?
Jiang Yao paused. So, they were talking about Liang Yueze, Gu Haoyu, and Chen Xuyao? In other words, the mother and daughter downstairs were really talking about Zhou Weiqi?
What was the relationship between the two downstairs and Zhou Weiqi?
Jiang Yao furrowed her brows and continued to listen. Because she was focused on eavesdropping, she forgot to ask herself when her hearing had become so frightening.
"Mom is right. I think the brothers from the Liang family are just coaxing him. If they really treat him as a good brother, why would they let him stay in that unit for so many years? That little bastard is so stupid that he actually took it seriously when others were playing with him! " The girl sneered in disdain. "What's the use of Dad being good to this kind of ignorant and incompetent person who indulges in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling? He's still a useless Ah Dou. "
After a pause, the girl suddenly laughed softly. "Mom, you said that Big Brother and Li Tianxin are about to get engaged. What about Zhang Lanxiang? She's really pregnant with Big Brother's child this time. It's not nonsense. "
"You still have the nerve to say that? Last time, you lied to me that Zhang Lanxiang was pregnant with your brother's child, so I listened to you and your brother and let her marry Zhou Weiqi. In the end, I found out that it was a lie! That woman, Zhang Lanxiang, is very ambitious. Don't think that I don't know that she wants to marry your big brother and enter our Zhou family! "
The conversation downstairs seemed to be getting more and more interesting. Jiang Yao's lips curved slightly. She had to admit that the amount of information was a bit too much.
Listening to the mother and daughter's conversation, it seemed that Mrs. Zhou had thought that the woman named Zhang Lanxiang was pregnant with Zhou Weiqi's big brother's child, so she wanted to marry Zhang Lanxiang to Zhou Weiqi.
So, what was the ultimate goal of this arrangement?
Because she didn't like Zhang Lanxiang, who was a scheming woman, she wanted to marry this woman who was pregnant with a grandson to someone she hated so that the two of them would dislike each other?
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