Free Web NovelChapter 112: Chapter 112: You’re Still Hiding Money
Mrs. Wen chimed in, "Your father has missed you so much. Even your little brother talks about you at home every day, saying how much he misses his big sister." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
Wen Ci’s eyes narrowed coldly.
In her memory, the person in the Wen Family who treated her best was indeed her younger brother, Wen Yaozu. Although he had just turned fourteen, he weighed around 200 pounds.
Wen Yaozu had been doted on and spoiled by the Wen Family since he was little. White Rabbit creamy candies, walnut cookies, malted milk, nougat—he could eat all sorts of snacks whenever he wanted.
But the original owner of this body never got to eat any of it.
Only Yaozu would secretly share his snacks with his older sister when their parents weren’t home. He was the fat little rascal who ran wild in the village.
But in front of Wen Ci, he was an obedient little brother.
He’d do whatever she said without question.
However, her bond with Wen Yaozu had nothing to do with their parents. She shoved her hands into her pockets, her gaze sharp as she looked at them.
"If there’s nothing else, I’m going back for my afternoon nap."
"Give us some money."
Wen Ci couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
’So they came all this way just to ask me for money?’
Suddenly, Wen Ci realized something was off.
’How did they know I was back at the Beijing Military Region?’
"We’re not just taking your money for free. When Yaozu gets into college and starts working, he’ll give you a red envelope every month."
Wen Ci couldn’t help but shake her head and smile.
’College?’
’The way they spoil him, it’ll be a problem if Yaozu can even finish middle school. College is just a pipe dream.’
"What, you don’t believe our Yaozu can get into college?"
"No, that’s not it," Wen Ci denied.
Yaozu was smart and perceptive, but he didn’t apply his intelligence to the right things. Without anyone to guide and teach him, he might end up on a path of crime in the future.
A sense of conflict suddenly welled up inside Wen Ci.
She wanted to help Yaozu get on the right path, but she didn’t want to have too much contact with the Wen Family.
"Why don’t you go ask your biological daughter for money?"
"She was kicked out of the Jiang Family. Where would she get any money?"
Hearing this, Wen Ci lowered her eyelids slightly, crossed her arms, and gave a charming smile. "Since she doesn’t have money, what makes you think I do?"
"If you don’t give us money, believe it or not, we’ll spread the word that you’re not the Jiang Family’s daughter at all—that you’re just a country girl from a village!"
Wen Ci shrugged.
’Their words are no threat to me at all.’
’It wouldn’t be me who loses face, but the esteemed Minister Jiang.’ She curved her lips into a smile. "Go ahead. Spread it. The bigger the scene, the better~"
’When that happens, a disgraced Minister Jiang will have this couple arrested and punished as they deserve. That might even help set Wen Yaozu on the right path.’
"We should probably keep a low profile." Mrs. Wen’s gaze swept over the soldiers at the guardhouse as she lowered her voice. "Let’s not piss off the damn girl’s real father." freēwebnovel.com
Her words instantly calmed down the emotional Mr. Wen.
’We can’t completely alienate this damn girl just yet.’
Wen Ci remembered Su Guilan once saying that she had bought an apartment for Jiang Ye near her school. She smirked and said, "Jiang Ye has her own apartment in the city, you know."
After saying her piece, she turned and walked directly toward the family residential compound.
The couple exchanged a look. "Do you think what that damn girl said is true or false?"
"Didn’t Little Ye say the apartment was registered in the Jiang family’s son’s name?"
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Not far from the gate of the Beijing Military Region, Jiang Ye had been keeping a close eye on the trio’s conversation. After watching for a long time, she hadn’t seen Wen Ci take out any money.
She stomped her foot in frustration and cursed under her breath, "Useless fools. She got rid of them in just a few words."
’And here I thought they could make Wen Ci cough up a lot of money.’
Once she was sure Wen Ci was far enough away, Jiang Ye frowned and walked over to the couple, asking bluntly, "Why didn’t you get any money?"
Mr. Wen looked at Jiang Ye, a greedy glint in his eyes. Right there in public, he grabbed her hand and started dragging her toward a small alley, saying with a wide smile:
"I’ve got something to ask you."
A vicious glint flashed in Jiang Ye’s eyes, but her wrist was gripped so tightly she couldn’t break free at all. After being dragged into the alley, her eyes narrowed and she clenched her fists.
"What do you want?"
Mrs. Wen tried to soothe her gently. "Don’t get the wrong idea, dear daughter. Your father just has something to ask you, he won’t do anything to you."
Jiang Ye relaxed her clenched fists. "Ask."
Hearing this, Mr. Wen rubbed his hands together excitedly, a wide grin spreading across his face as he asked, "Whose name is on the deed for that apartment near the school?"
He had calculated it in his head. The apartment was in the Capital’s city center, right near the school. It could be sold for at least tens of thousands of yuan.
If they sold that apartment, he could become the first "ten-thousand-yuan household" in their village.
When that time came, he would buy everything—a 28-inch bicycle, a television set, a sofa—and bring it all back to the village to show everyone who the real rich man was.
Jiang Ye blinked. She felt her breath catch in her throat. ’I absolutely cannot admit the apartment is in my name.’
"My brother’s name."
"You’re lying to me?" Mr. Wen’s eyes narrowed.
Her words seemed to shatter his dream. Veins bulged on his forehead as he ground out through clenched teeth, "Whose name is on that apartment’s deed?"
Jiang Ye was so intimidated she barely dared to breathe, but she pretended to be relaxed and unconcerned. "Why would I lie to you? The Jiang Family has already taken that apartment back. Otherwise, why would I still be living in the family compound?"
Mr. Wen pressed her. "Then why did Wen Ci say the apartment is yours?"
"She’s trying to stir up trouble. She’s definitely doing it on purpose."
Mr. Wen stared straight into Jiang Ye’s eyes. This was about whether he could become a "ten-thousand-yuan household," and he didn’t trust anyone’s word. After some thought, he asked, "The housing authority can check who the owner of an apartment is, right?"
"Yes, they can. You’re welcome to go check," Jiang Ye replied.
’She breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. ’To check the owner’s information at the housing authority, you need approval from the police. A private citizen could never find out.’
With that, Jiang Ye gritted her teeth and pulled a twenty-yuan bill from her bag, saying with a pained expression, "My brother gave me this. You can take it for now."
Jiang Chen had given her thirty yuan in total.
She couldn’t bear to hand over all the money she had, hoping that the twenty yuan would make them give up on the idea of the apartment for the time being.
Mrs. Wen’s eyes lit up at the sight of money. She snatched the twenty yuan from her hand and asked suspiciously, "Is this twenty yuan all you have on you?"
"Yes, only twenty."
"Nothing more?"
Jiang Ye shook her head, denying it. "That’s it."
But Mr. Wen paid her no mind and reached directly into Jiang Ye’s pocket, pulling out another ten-yuan bill. He sneered, "So you were hiding money?"
"That ten yuan is all I have for living expenses!"
"That’s not our problem. If you’re out of money, go ask your brother for more. We have to take the bus back to the village this afternoon."
As he spoke, Mr. Wen grabbed Jiang Ye’s wrist. "It’s still early. Let’s go to the housing authority and ask whose name is on that apartment."
Jiang Ye: "..."
If she, as the owner, went to the housing authority, all the owner’s information would be revealed. "I have something to do. You can go to the housing authority yourselves."
"What could you possibly have to do?"
