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Chapter 112 You're still hiding money!

Wen's mother chimed in, "Your father misses you terribly. Even your brother talks about you every day at home, saying he misses his sister."

Wen Ci narrowed his eyes slightly.

In her memory, the Wen family treated her best, and it was indeed her younger brother, Wen Yaozu, who, despite being only 14 years old, weighed around 180 pounds.

Wen Yaozu was pampered in the Wen family since childhood, and could eat all kinds of snacks, such as White Rabbit milk candy, peach crisps, malted milk powder, and nougat, whenever he wanted.

The original owner couldn't get any of it.

Yaozu was the only one who would secretly share snacks with his older sister when his parents weren't home. He was a chubby boy who caused trouble in the village.

But in front of Wen Ci, he is an obedient younger brother.

They told him to go west, but not east.

However, her relationship with Wen Yaozu had nothing to do with Wen's parents. She put her hands in her pockets, her gaze sharp as she looked at them.

"Nothing else, I'm going back to take a nap."

"Give us some money."

Wen Ci couldn't help but burst out laughing.

So they've come to ask me for money?
Suddenly, Wen Ci realized something was amiss.

How did they know they had returned to the Beijing Military Region?

“We won’t take your money for nothing. After Yaozu gets into university and starts working, we’ll give you a red envelope every month.”

Wen Ci couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

University?
If they continue to spoil Yaozu like this, it will be a problem if he can even finish junior high school, let alone go to university.

"What, you don't believe my son Yaozu can go to university?"

"No," Wen Ci denied.

Yao Zu is intelligent and perceptive, but he doesn't use his intelligence for good. Without guidance and instruction, he may end up committing crimes in the future.

Wen Ci suddenly felt conflicted.

She wanted to help Yaozu get on the right track, but didn't want to have too much contact with the Wen family.

"Why don't you ask your own daughter for money?"

"She was kicked out of the Jiang family, where would she get the money?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Ci lowered her eyelids slightly, crossed her arms, and smiled charmingly: "Since she doesn't have money, then why do you think I would?"

"If you don't pay, believe me, we'll spread the word that you're not a daughter of the Jiang family at all, but just a country girl living in the countryside!"

Wen Ci shrugged.

Their words posed no threat to them whatsoever.

It wouldn't just be her face that would be lost, but the face of Minister Jiang himself. She smiled and said, "Spread the word, spread it quickly, the bigger the fuss, the better!"

When that happens, Minister Jiang, having lost face, will arrest the couple and punish them accordingly. This will also put Wen Yaozu on the right path.

"We'd better keep a low profile." Wen's mother glanced at the soldiers in the guardhouse and lowered her voice, "Don't provoke that brat's father."

These words instantly calmed Mr. Wen down from his emotional outburst.

We can't afford to offend that brat too much yet.

Wen Ci recalled that Su Guilan had once said that she had bought an apartment for Jiang Ye near the school, and said with a smile, "Jiang Ye has her own apartment in the city."

After saying that, she left and walked directly towards the family compound.

The couple exchanged a glance. "Do you think what that brat said is true or false?"

"Didn't Xiao Ye say that the house was registered under the name of the Jiang family's son?"

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Jiang Ye, who was standing not far from the gate of the Beijing Military Region, had been watching the three of them chat. After watching for a long time, she still hadn't seen Wen Ci take out any money. She stomped her foot in frustration and cursed under her breath, "Useless! He can't even get rid of me after just a few words."

I thought I could make Wen Ci bleed a lot.

After making sure Wen Ci was out of sight, Jiang Ye frowned and walked towards the couple, asking directly, "Why didn't you get the money?"

Looking at Jiang Ye, Wen's father's eyes gleamed with greed. In front of everyone, he forcibly grabbed Jiang Ye's hand and led her into the alley, saying with a sly smile:
"Dad, I have something to ask you."

A sinister glint flashed in Jiang Ye's eyes, but her wrist was gripped tightly and she couldn't break free at all. After being forcibly dragged into the alley, her eyes narrowed and her fists clenched.

"What do you want to do."

Wen's mother gently comforted her, "Daughter, don't overthink it. Your father just has something he wants to ask you. He won't do anything to you."

Jiang Ye loosened her clenched fist: "Ask away."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Wen rubbed his hands excitedly, a smile spreading across his face, and asked, "Whose name is on the deed for that apartment near the school?"

He had calculated in his mind that the house was located in the city center of the capital and near the school, so it could be sold for at least tens of thousands of yuan.

If he sells that house, he will become the first person in the village to earn 10,000 yuan.

When the time comes, I'll buy all sorts of things, from old-fashioned bicycles and TV dramas to sofas, and bring them back to the village so everyone knows who the real rich people are.

Jiang Ye blinked. She felt her breath catch in her throat. She absolutely could not admit that the house was registered in her name.

"My brother's name."

"You're lying to me?" Father Wen narrowed his eyes.

These words shattered his dreams. Veins bulged on his forehead as he gritted his teeth and asked, "Whose name is on that house?"

Jiang Ye, barely daring to breathe under the questioning, feigned nonchalance and said, "Why would I lie to you? That house has been taken back by the Jiang family. Otherwise, why would I still be living in the family compound?"

Wen's father pressed, "Then why did Wen Ci say that house was yours?"

"She's deliberately trying to sow discord."

Mr. Wen stared intently into Jiang Ye's eyes. This concerned whether he could become a millionaire, so he didn't believe anyone's words. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Can the housing management bureau check who the homeowner is?"

“Yes, you can go and check,” Jiang Ye replied.

She breathed a sigh of relief; the housing authority needed the police station's approval to check the homeowner's information, and it was impossible for a private individual to do so.

As she spoke, Jiang Ye gritted her teeth, took out a twenty-yuan note from her bag, and said with a pained expression, "This was given to me by my brother. You can take it and use it first."

Jiang Chen gave her a total of thirty yuan.

She was reluctant to hand over all her money, so she thought of using twenty yuan to persuade them to temporarily give up their idea of ​​buying the house.

Seeing the money, Wen's mother snatched the twenty yuan from her hand and questioned suspiciously, "Is this all you have on you, only twenty yuan?"

"Hmm, only twenty yuan."

"No more?"

Jiang Ye shook her head, denying it: "It's gone."

Ignoring everything else, Wen's father reached into Jiang Ye's pocket and pulled out another ten-yuan note, sneering, "You're hiding money?"

"These ten yuan are all my living expenses."

“We don’t care. If we run out of money, we’ll ask your brother for it. We still have to take the bus back to the village this afternoon.”

As he spoke, Wen's father grabbed Jiang Ye's wrist and said, "It's still early. Let's go to the housing management bureau and ask whose name is on the deed for that house."

Ginger Leaf: "..."

If she, as the homeowner, went to the housing management bureau, all the homeowner's information would be disclosed to her. "I have other things to do, you can go to the housing management bureau yourselves."

"What can happen to you?"