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Chapter 103 Brothers Turn Against Each Other
Upon hearing Song Youan's words, Song Yan's expression indeed turned rather unpleasant.

He would definitely ask the old lady about this later, but right now, Song You'an was the most important thing.

He continued, feigning concern, "So where does your dad live now?"

Song Youan sneered: "You don't need to worry about that. Anyway, no one really cares about my dad."

“Uncle doesn’t know about this, otherwise I definitely wouldn’t have agreed.” Song Yan said, taking out his phone and pretending to transfer money to Song You’an: “Uncle will transfer you 100,000 first, you and your dad…”

Halfway through his sentence, Song Yan froze, staring at the red exclamation mark on WeChat.

He had long been blocked by Song Youan, and their WeChat chat was completely blank; they had never exchanged a single word.

Looking at his half-hearted pretense, Song Youan couldn't hide her disgust and said sarcastically, "Uncle, have you forgotten that I just spent two Great Zhao gold ingots? I have 3600 million, why would I need your 10?"

Besides, if he really cared about his brother, shouldn't he have just transferred the money to his brother?

Transfer money to her? That's just putting on an act in front of her.

"I know what you're thinking. It's true that I know Mr. Chen, but I won't play matchmaker for you. You should give up on that idea as soon as possible."

Just then, Yan Fei's words revealed Song Yan's little scheme, and coincidentally, Yan Fei drove up and stopped in front of Song You'an.

Song Youan didn't say anything more and got into the car directly.

Song Yan's face was extremely grim as he watched the Bentley drive away, but in the end, he really had no other choice.

My niece's temper is just like her deceased mother's—she's completely stubborn and won't listen to reason.

As a result, after suffering a lot of humiliation at Song You'an's place, he found his second son's family there when he got home.

The nanny was clearing away the leftovers from the meal; the family had clearly just finished eating.

Song Feng was sitting in the living room having tea with his grandfather when he saw his elder brother return and couldn't help but look up and greet him: "Brother is back."

Liu Lijuan stepped forward to help Song Yan take off his suit jacket and asked with concern, "Have you eaten yet? Would you like me to make you a bowl of noodles?"

Song Yan shook his head with a grim expression: "No need."

He sat down on the living room sofa, his entire aura extremely cold. Everyone else seemed to sense it and couldn't help but look up at him.

"What's wrong, eldest son? Did something go wrong with your social engagement?" the old man asked, looking at him.

Just then, the old lady came over with freshly washed fruit. Song Yan looked directly at her and said, "Mom, sit down. I have something to ask you."

The elderly couple lived with their eldest son, enjoying a very comfortable life. They listened to their eldest son the most because he was the most capable and had the largest business.

Seeing that her eldest son was unhappy, the old lady quickly sat down and asked with concern, "What's wrong, eldest son?"

Song Yan glanced at the second son and his wife with an unfriendly expression before turning to the old lady and saying, "Did you force the third son to sell the house with the second son's family?"

His words left everyone stunned.

Song Feng realized what was happening and frowned: "Did the third brother complain to you?"

Song Yan glared at him: "Is this a matter of reporting or not? I'm just asking if this happened?"

Song Feng fell silent, but the old lady spoke up for him: "The second son urgently needed money, so I thought I'd have the third son mortgage the house to get a loan, and then the second son could pay it back once he had the money. Who knew the third son would refuse to mortgage the house and instead just give it to the second son." Song You'an hadn't mentioned these details earlier, but hearing them from the old lady made Song Yan laugh in exasperation.

"Do you really think the third brother is stupid? He mortgaged the house to lend money to the second brother? Isn't that the same as helping the second brother take on debt? If he can't pay it back, the third brother will have to carry this loan for the rest of his life. Have you thought about that?"

Song Feng curled his lip dismissively: "It hasn't developed to that point yet."

Song Yan looked at the old lady and asked, "You didn't even mention such a big thing to me?"

The old lady looked embarrassed. She wanted to tell her eldest son, but her second son wouldn't allow it, so she kept it a secret.

The second brother sneered, "Big brother, are you siding with the third brother to complain about me and Mom? What's the point of talking to you? What are you going to do, lend me money or something?"

Song Yan glared angrily at Song Feng. Indeed, if Song Feng asked him for money, he might lend him 100,000 or 200,000, but he definitely wouldn't lend him 3 to 5 million. Although he wasn't short of a few million, he had his own principles.

Song Feng didn't mention it to his older brother because he knew his brother wouldn't lend him more than a million.

“If you say you can lend it to me, then I happen to need some funds, so I’ll take this opportunity to ask you for five million.”

"five million?"

Song Yan's eyes widened in shock. "I'm not asking you, but what exactly are you doing that requires so much money? Your small company only makes about ten million a year in profit, and you're spending nearly ten million in less than a month?"

"Never mind what I'm going to do. Your own brother asked you for money today, so just tell me whether you're going to lend it to him or not."

"No way!" Song Yan flatly refused. "Don't even think about it!"

Upon hearing this, Song Feng stood up abruptly, quite angry: "If you're not going to lend me the money, then don't worry about how I'm going to get it."

After saying that, he pulled Guo Wanfang up beside him and said, "Wife, let's go."

Guo Wanfang hesitated, wanting to smooth things over, since her elder brother's business was so large that they would inevitably have to rely on him in the future, and it wouldn't be good to cause a rift.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, she could only swallow her words, give her sister-in-law an embarrassed smile, and follow Song Feng away.

"Boss, what are you doing?" The old lady complained to Song Yan when she saw this.

Song Yan looked at the old lady and said sternly for once: "Mom, this is not how you do things. No matter how much you look down on the third son, you can't let him sell his only house."

"And don't you even think about what the second son will do with this money? One house isn't enough, he needs five million? I could buy his little lousy company with ten million and a little more."

The old man finally spoke up: "The eldest son is right. The second son has been unreliable since he was a child. He owes his success today to the guidance of the eldest son and good luck. He should not get too complacent after living a good life for too long and be deceived by others."

Song Yan felt a pain in his chest and didn't want to get angry anymore. He just looked at the old lady and asked, "Do you know where the third son lives now?"

The old lady even replied with a matter-of-fact expression, "How would I know?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yan felt a sudden clench in his chest. He gritted his teeth and looked at the old lady speechlessly, saying, "You, don't ruin the third son and the second son at the same time. In the end, they will both resent you."

The old lady was taken aback, opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

A wave of fear washed over me, and I exchanged a glance with the old man.

The old man sighed, shook his head, and got up to go back to his room.