"I just knew it. How could the third branch afford to build a house? So it was dad who gave them the money. Even if you don’t consider your real son, I’ve acknowledged you as my father for so many years. Can’t you be a little less biased?" Yang Da’an spoke in annoyance, his overweight face full of displeasure.
And Yang Xiaochuan was off to the side, blubbering and looking anything but manly.
"Dad, I am your flesh and blood, yet you treat like this. How could you give third brother money and not ? Are you planning to rely on third brother to support you in the future?"
"Old man, you said you didn’t have any money. What’s this that Qingbao ntioned then? Look at you, no conscience whatsoever. Hiding your money while our household can barely scrape by, yet denying having any. You old bastard. Just how much did you give the third branch? I don’t care. Whatever amount you gave them, you have to give to the other branches too. Otherwise... otherwise..." Old Lady Hua started jumping around in anger and rushed over to punch Old Yang.
As Yang Chuxia heard all of this, she imdiately understood that it was the aftermath of Yang Qingbao eavesdropping that one night.
She watched impassively as nobody tried to stop Old Lady Hua, and she observed Ms.Liu, Ms.Ye, and Ms.Luo confronting Ms.Wang at the entrance of third branch’s house.
Ms.Liu declared, "Hmph, Ms.Wang, how much silver did our father give your family? You should fairly distribute it. Why should your family get all the benefits?"
Ms.Luo responded in kind, "Third sister-in-law, my husband and third brother are real siblings. Even if there’s no portion for oldest and second brothers, our family should be entitled to a share."
Ms.Ye would not back down either. "Exactly, we’re all his sons. Why should your family get all the money?"
"Why? Because you’re a blood-soaked bastard and you’re shaless enough to ask why?" Yang Chuxia’s sharp voice cut through the crowd from the courtyard entrance, effectively silencing them.
Turning to Old Lady Hua, she warned, "You’d better stop your punches. if you hurt my grandpa, the Yang Family will have no room for you."
Lastly, she fixed her gaze on Yang Qingbao, sending a shiver down his spine with her piercing glare. Yang Ruoqiu, standing by his side, defended him bravely. Clinging to him, she glared at Yang Chuxia. "What are you doing scaring him? Can you afford to pay if you scare him sick?"
Yang Chuxia ignored her "Yang Qingbao, did you see our grandpa give my family any silver?"
Yang Qingbao naturally could not have seen it. Not to ntion that when Yang Dachuan brought sothing ho that night, it was wrapped and their doors were shut when they had the conversation. Also, they spoke in hushed voices, making it impossible for him to eavesdrop properly.
"Yang Qingbao, I am asking you! Did you see for yourself? Did you see it with your own eyes? And if you did, just how much silver did our grandpa give? Speak up! If you lie, I swear I’ll beat you up!"
Yang Qingbao, usually a fearless scoundrel who often picked on Yang Xiayun and Yang Qingtong, was most afraid of Yang Chuxia ever since her arrival. He had never got the better of her, often ending up scared witless. Now encountering Yang Chuxia’s fury again, he imdiately burst into tears.
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