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Wen Qian looked at him and interrupted his words. "What we cherish, we bought with money. The furniture in the main house was all purchased by Lu Zheng when he married me. Those do not belong to the Lu family; they belong to our little family."
Ding Cuiying, furious, pointed at Wen Qian and shouted, "You, how can you not even be willing to give a little to your brother? How can you be so heartless?"
"Why should I give my things to him? You all know how you’ve treated me over the years; do you still want me to give it to you?" After saying this, Wen Qian turned to the village chief and a few officials. "Village Chief, should I give it to them?"
The village chief was momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting Wen Qian to ask him. After a pause, he finally spoke. "You shouldn't have to give it up. We all know that Lu Zheng bought these things; they should belong to you."
Ding Cuiying glared at the village chief and the others, seething with anger but unable to voice her frustration. She felt infuriated that these officials were clearly biased in favor of that little vixen, Wen Qian.
"Fine, what’s in the main house is yours. Do you have anything else you want to divide?" Wen Qian pointed towards the kitchen and said calmly, "We also want the pots and pans from the kitchen; you must give us our share."
Lu nearly choked on his breath, glaring at Wen Qian with malice in his eyes.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Ding Cuiying hurriedly tried to soothe Lu, her voice rising in desperation. "Old man, you have to hold on! Otherwise, we’ll be bullied by others! Our family has no one to rely on; we can only let others trample on us!"
The commotion in the yard drew attention from the village. Earlier, when Lu Zheng had gone out looking for the village chief and a few officials, it had already caught the villagers' notice. Now, Ding Cuiying's cries only attracted more people.
One of the village officials stood up and closed the gate, cutting off the noise from outside.
Suddenly, something flashed in Wen Qian's mind as she looked at Lu. "Take out the household savings book and see how much money we have. Don’t say there’s no money; otherwise, we won’t believe you."
Ding Cuiying's eyes widened in shock as she pointed at Wen Qian. "You little vixen! Do you think we’re trying to trick you? What if I just don’t take it out?"
Wen Qian directly addressed the village chief. "Village Chief, if they don’t take it out, how will we know if there’s still money in the house?"
The village chief took a few deep breaths; he hadn’t expected that dividing the family would be so straightforward and that he would still have a role to play in this drama.
"Old Lu, take out the savings book; then your words will hold some credibility."
Ding Cuiying was so furious that she almost pointed at the village chief to curse him, but she held her tongue when Lu pulled her clothes. However, she glared at the village chief.
"Go get the bankbook."
"You old man!"
Lu shot a glare at Ding Cuiying and said sternly, "Go get it!"
Ding Cuiying stomped her feet and went into the house. After a long while without any sign of her, Lu, feeling the eyes of the villagers on him, shouted angrily, "Ding Cuiying, come out!"
Finally, Ding Cuiying emerged reluctantly, holding the bankbook in her hand, and tossed it in front of Wen Qian.
Wen Qian looked at the bankbook thrown on the ground and wasn’t angry. She picked it up and her pupils constricted in surprise.
She hadn’t expected that the Lu family was quite wealthy; there was over five hundred in the bankbook.
With a cold laugh, Wen Qian handed the bankbook to the village chief.
"Village Chief, take a look. This is what he claims is not much money. If I hadn’t checked, wouldn’t I have been deceived without knowing?"
Seeing this, the village chief's expression darkened. They had already sat here, yet they dared to treat them as if they were nothing and even dared to deceive them.
Initially, he had planned to watch Lu Yao go into the police station and observe the pitiful state of Lu’s elderly couple with one eye open and one eye closed, not wanting to make things difficult for them.
However, now they had gone too far; they truly did not deserve any sympathy or pity.
Lu couldn't maintain his composure either. He closed his eyes for a moment and looked at Lu Zheng to explain, "I didn’t want to hide anything from you, but you two don’t lack money. The Lu Yao family is in a dire situation now; they really are pitiful. Just think of it as feeling sorry for your brother."
Wen Qian was so angry that she laughed. Looking at Lu’s pitiful demeanor, she said mockingly, "Pitiful? Lu Wen and Lu Feng weren’t kidnapped by me; Lu Yao and Zhang Yan weren’t harmed by me either. So why should I feel sorry for them? On the contrary, you haven’t even accounted for how you’ve mistreated my brother and me over these years!"
"You... how can you have no sense of compassion at all? When have we ever mistreated you? Isn’t it just asking you to do a bit more housework?"
Ding Cuiying's voice grew smaller and smaller, losing its confidence.
Wen Qian didn’t want to argue with her any longer and directly addressed Lu: "This money isn’t excessive for us! The rest can be left for you and Lu Yao."
"Fine."
Wen Qian took out paper and a pen from inside the house and began writing on the table.
Ding Cuiying watched her actions and tiptoed to sneak a look. She reminded loudly, "Don’t forget that you still owe us four years' worth of money!"
Wen Qian paused her writing and looked at her. "We agreed on giving you four years' worth of money, didn’t we? I’ll give it to you without needing your reminder."
Ding Cuiying quickly nodded. "Yes, four years' worth of money; that’s right! You need to write it down; what if you change your mind later?"
I will not back down; what I promised you, I will deliver.
Ding Cuiying took the passbook from the table and glanced at the money inside, feeling a surge of pride. So what if that little vixen Wen Qian wanted the passbook back? In the end, the money would still return to their hands, perhaps even more than before.
Wen Qian suddenly stopped and looked at Lu. "Are you interested in buying our share of the house? After all, we can't take it with us. If you don't want it, I'll sell it to someone else."
The Lu family's house was made of bricks and tiles, a rarity in their village. If it were to be sold, everyone would be clamoring for it. Although it was old and worn down, it was certainly more cost-effective than building a new one. Not to mention that buying bricks and tiles now required permits and connections; there was no guarantee they could even purchase them.
A ready-made house at a lower price? Who wouldn't want that?
Right now, among the several officials present, some were tempted. Their children were getting married, but the biggest issue was indeed finding a house.
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