The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 264: Evil people still need to be punished by evil people

It's all Su Mingyu's fault!

If she hadn't dragged me to get that kinship test, none of this mess would have happened.

Su Mingcheng suddenly opened his eyes.

He is not willing!

Even if I'm unlucky, I can't let Su Mingyu have an easy time.

Thinking of this, Su Mingcheng immediately perked up and began typing furiously on the keyboard.

"Big brother, Mom did something wrong to Dad, but I'm innocent. I've been kept in the dark all along. I'm in trouble now, and your life won't be easy from now on either."

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't your parents send you living expenses regularly before? Now that you're divorced, do you still expect them to continue sending you money?"

“I’ve always worked for myself here, and I told them a long time ago that they don’t need to send me money anymore.”

Yes, you did say that.

But Dad doesn't know.

Mom said she was sending you money these past two years, but actually all that money went to support your uncle's family.

Of course, a small portion was secretly given to oneself as living expenses.

These notebooks contain all the details clearly.

“Brother, Dad is furious right now. He only believes that Mingyu is his biological daughter. He even doubts that you are his biological daughter. I advise you to prepare yourself for the possibility that Dad will no longer acknowledge you as his son.”

Upon seeing the message from Su Mingcheng, Su Mingzhe felt a sense of absurdity.

If he wasn't Su Daqiang's biological son, there wouldn't be Su Mingcheng and Su Mingyu later on.

Since Su Mingcheng is not Su Daqiang's biological son, and Su Daqiang insists on divorcing Zhao Meilan, what can Su Mingzhe do?
Even if you need to consult someone, you shouldn't consult Su Mingcheng.

The two of them were not born to the same father.

"Now Dad only listens to Mingyu?"

"Yes, I suspect that Su Mingyu has bewitched Dad. She must think that my brother and I have taken away our parents’ love for her since we were little, so now she wants Dad to dote on her exclusively."

Su Mingcheng embellished his reply.

After reading the message, Su Mingzhe couldn't help but frown.

He was indeed closer to Su Mingcheng in the past, after all, they were both boys and not much different in age.

But it's different now.

Su Mingzhe could tell whether Su Mingcheng or Su Mingyu was closer to him.

"Give me Mingyu's contact information, either her phone number or QQ number, I'll try to persuade her."

Become!

Feeling that he had successfully sown discord, Su Mingcheng immediately gave Su Mingyu's QQ number to Su Mingzhe.

He got this QQ number from Su Mingyu when he got off the bus today.

Although Su Mingyu gave him the number, she also made it clear that she worked part-time during her spare time and hadn't logged into the QQ account many times after registering it.

Su Mingcheng relayed Su Mingyu's original words to Su Mingzhe, adding fuel to the fire by saying that Su Mingyu didn't want to talk to the two brothers at all.

Su Mingzhe didn't say it aloud, but he couldn't help thinking about it.

You're the one Su Mingyu really doesn't want to talk to!

Su Mingzhe added Su Mingyu's QQ, but after waiting for more than half an hour, he still couldn't get in.

However, now that he knows the situation, Su Mingzhe is no longer in a hurry.

With her parents' divorce a done deal, and being far away abroad, she was powerless to help and could only watch from the sidelines.

Su Mingzhe's intuition told him that Su Mingyu probably thought the same thing.

Su Mingcheng was completely unaware of Su Mingzhe's thoughts.

I was planning to chat with Su Mingzhe a little longer, but Su Mingzhe said he was about to get ready to wash up and have breakfast, sent a "bye-bye" and went offline.

Actually, it's not that I'm offline, I'm just invisible.

Su Mingzhe still harbored a sliver of hope, thinking that if he could add Su Mingyu on QQ, he might be able to chat with her for a bit.

Unfortunately, Su Mingzhe's idea ultimately failed.

There was no activity on QQ until he left the house.

As for Su Mingcheng, his original plan was to get off the plane and go back to school after talking with Su Mingzhe.

But when I checked the time, the school dormitories were already closed if I took the subway back.

So I simply let the network administrator keep me online all night.

The next morning, Su Mingcheng took the subway back to school, skipped class, and went straight to his dorm to sleep.

I slept until after 3 p.m., when I was woken up by my phone ringing.

When I picked it up, I saw it was a call from my mother, Zhao Meilan, and I immediately lost half of my sleepiness.

Su Mingcheng sat up in bed, still wrapped in a blanket, and answered the phone.

"Mom, what happened?"

Zhao Meilan, on the other end of the phone, noticed that Su Mingcheng sounded like he hadn't woken up yet, and asked him what was wrong.

"It's nothing, I just stayed up all night last night and couldn't sleep. I was just worried about you!"

Su Mingcheng didn't dare to say that he had actually spent the whole night playing games at an internet cafe.

"Mom has nothing else to say, but I just want to tell you that you don't need to go back to Suzhou for the time being—before the Chinese New Year. I will send you your living expenses on time from now on. You don't need to worry about anything now, just focus on your studies. We can talk about other things after you graduate."

graduate?

If his mother hadn't brought it up, Su Mingcheng would have almost forgotten that he still had three courses to retake next semester.

This lousy school charges exorbitant fees for retaking courses, just like the tuition.

Su Mingcheng had previously considered that if all else failed, he could just pay to get a fake certificate.

Anyway, not many employers will recognize the diploma from this school.

Those who don't look at academic qualifications, and don't seriously care whether the diploma is real or fake.

If you buy a Fudan University diploma, they might actually check it.

Who the hell would be so bored as to check the diploma of a third-rate, unaccredited university?

After calming down, Su Mingcheng cautiously inquired about Zhao Meilan and Su Daqiang's divorce.

"You don't need to worry about these things. Even if no one else wants you in the future, Mom will still take care of you!"

After saying that, Zhao Meilan hung up the phone.

Su Mingcheng suddenly had a bad feeling.

I originally wanted to call Zhao Meilan back immediately to ask for clarification, but when I thought about what my mother had just said, I changed my mind and called my uncle Zhao Dafu instead.

"Mingcheng, I'm busy right now, is there anything I can help you with?"

The sound of mahjong tiles being rubbed came from the other end of the phone, making Su Mingcheng frown.

What are you busy with?!
My mom's already had that incident, and you still have the mood to play mahjong.

"Uncle, did you see my mom today?"

"I saw her. She stayed at my place last night, and today she even asked me to come to your place with her to pack her luggage. And guess what happened?"

How the hell should I know?

Su Mingcheng was seething with anger, but he didn't say a word.

“Su Daqiang changed all the locks inside and outside your house. When we got there, we couldn’t get in, so your mother had to call Su Daqiang.”

"My dad didn't come to open the door for you?"

"They're here, and they brought a lawyer with them. They made it clear to your mother on the spot that this matter can't be resolved peacefully; we'll have to see them in court. I never realized Su Daqiang was so ruthless." "Then what about my mother?"

"What can we do? Sue her! We won't bother hiring a lawyer. We're bound to lose anyway. We'll take neither money nor lives. Let's see what Su Daqiang can do!"

Su Mingcheng sneered inwardly.

Do you think my mother is as shameless as you?

Given Zhao Meilan's personality, she would never choose this path.

Suppressing his displeasure, Su Mingcheng continued to ask:

What are my mom's plans now?

"What other plans do we have? Let's rent a place outside first. You know my house isn't spacious either. Zhongbang is getting old, and it's not sustainable for him to always share a bed with me and your aunt."

Zhao Dafu's complaints were driving Su Mingcheng absolutely furious.

You came to my house a while ago and said that Zhongbang is still young and you'd only feel at ease if he slept with an adult at night.

Damn it, now that my mom is in trouble and needs to stay at your house for a while, the story has suddenly changed.

We spent 100,000 yuan on your family, and all we got was an ungrateful child, right?

"Uncle, could you please persuade my mom to stop looking for a place outside and just stay at your house?"

"what?"

Zhao Dafu's voice suddenly rose several decibels on the other end of the phone.

"No, Mingcheng, what do you mean by that?"

"It means exactly what it says. My mom is your sister. She's in trouble now. As her brother, even if you can't help her much, is there any problem with letting her stay at your house for a while?"

Zhao Dafu on the other end of the phone immediately became furious.

“Mingcheng, you make it sound so easy. It’s not that I don’t want to help your mother. The problem is, how can I help her with what she’s done? Now the whole neighborhood knows that your mother cheated on you and had you, and that she made Su Daqiang raise someone else’s son. When I went with your mother at noon, I was pointed at and talked about the whole way. I couldn’t even lift my head up, you know that?”

"Zhao Dafu!!"

Su Mingcheng gripped his phone tightly and roared into it:
"Anyone can talk about my mother, but you have no right to!"

"After my mother gave birth to me, she was already preparing to divorce my father. It was my grandmother who knelt in front of her, kowtowing and begging her not to divorce me. She said that if we got divorced, we wouldn't have a house, and without a house, she couldn't help me transfer my household registration to the city. You have no conscience at all!"

"Su Mingcheng, you bastard, how dare you talk to me like that? You've gone too far! Yes, your mother was kind to me, but at the time I didn't know she was planning to divorce Su Daqiang, and I didn't know you weren't Su Daqiang's child. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked her for help!"

You've been reaping the benefits for over twenty years, so it's easy for you to offer hindsight advice now.

Su Mingcheng's gaze grew increasingly cold.

The accounts recorded in the notebook couldn't be used to make a deal with Su Mingyu, but they were more than enough to scare Zhao Dafu.

“Zhao Dafu, there’s nothing I can do if you don’t acknowledge the household registration, but the money you took from my mother, she’s kept a detailed record of every single transaction in a notebook, the one she gave me to keep for safekeeping yesterday. Guess if I give this to my dad, his lawyer might help him get that money back too?”

Zhao Dafu's voice suddenly became panicked.

"What money? I didn't take it. Don't make false accusations!"

"You don't need to explain to me, just explain to the judge later."

Su Mingcheng hung up the phone as he spoke.

Before he could even put his phone down, Zhao Dafu called.

“Mingcheng, I was wrong just now. I remember what you said about that money. Yes, I have taken some money from your mother over the years, but it was all given to me voluntarily by your mother—”

Before he could finish speaking, Su Mingcheng impatiently interrupted him:
"I've calculated the accounts in the notebook my mom gave me; it totals 196,000!"

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Dafu yelled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on:

"There are not so many!"

"I wouldn't dare. Anyway, you owe my mother far more than this. Since you're so heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless—"

"No, no, no, Mingcheng, we're all family, can't we talk things out? We can discuss anything."

"No discussion. You must keep her in your house and treat her well until my mother finishes her lawsuit!"

"No problem. Your mom is my own sister. She's in trouble right now. If I don't help, who will?"

"Wait a minute, I haven't finished speaking yet! I'm graduating next year, aren't I? I remember I didn't have a celebration banquet when I got into university, but as your uncle, you can't just not show any appreciation, can you?"

Su Mingcheng's words stunned Zhao Dafu on the other end of the phone.

What the hell is this graduation banquet?!

You're carrying money to study at a third-rate, unaccredited university, and you still have the nerve to hold a banquet to celebrate your studies?
“My mom gives Zhongbang 5000 yuan in New Year’s money every year. Zhongbang is six years old this year. You have collected a total of 30,000 yuan in New Year’s money from my mom. I plan to start my own business after I graduate next year, and I am still short of start-up capital. As his uncle, you have an inescapable responsibility for this, right?”

Although it hurt, 30,000 yuan wasn't considered an exorbitant amount, so Zhao Dafu could only consider it money to avoid trouble.

"Okay, I can lend you 30,000 yuan, and I won't charge you interest, but you have to write an IOU!"

Su Mingcheng began to feign ignorance:
"IOU? What IOU? You took 190,000 from my mom and didn't even give me an IOU?"

Zhao Dafu on the other end of the phone was so angry that his mouth was trembling, but he couldn't do anything about Su Mingcheng.

"Okay, your uncle trusts you, so there's no need for an IOU. I'll just transfer the money to your card later, is that alright?"

"Then I'll thank you in advance, Uncle. I'll send you the account number later!"

Su Mingcheng was about to hang up the phone when he finished speaking.

Zhao Dafu quickly called the person to stop.

"Mingcheng, I've agreed to all your requests, but that notebook you're holding—"

"Don't worry, I'll keep that thing safe."

The accounts inside will be recorded one by one.

Consider this 30,000 yuan as a way to collect some interest first.

Before Zhao Dafu could say anything more, Su Mingcheng hung up the phone.

After sending his bank card number to Zhao Dafu, Su Mingcheng lay down on the bed.

My eyes were fixed on the ceiling, and I was wide awake.

Zhao Meilan has a pension, so if she continues to rely on her parents, she'll at most not starve.

Forget about getting married and buying a house.

Originally, Su Mingcheng's life plan was that his parents would prepare all of this for him.

But now it's all gone.

Su Mingcheng grew angrier the more he thought about it, and finally decided not to sleep. He got out of bed, put on his shoes, and went outside.

He's going to find the "culprit" and settle the score!
Just as Su Mingcheng arrived at the dormitory building, he received a text message from Zhao Dafu informing him that 30,000 yuan had been transferred to his bank account.

Su Mingcheng checked at the school's ATM and confirmed that the money had indeed arrived.

The fact that the money came so easily was somewhat unexpected for Su Mingcheng.

But this is a good thing!

Su Mingcheng casually took out a thousand yuan, left the school, and took a taxi straight to East China Normal University.

As soon as I got off the bus and entered the school gate, I ran into Su Mingyu, who was handing out flyers.

"What are you here for?"

Su Mingyu stared warily at Su Mingcheng as he approached.

Su Mingcheng snorted coldly.

"Didn't Dad already get all the money in the house? What, even after acknowledging you as his biological daughter, he's still unwilling to give you any living expenses?"

Su Mingyu looked at the nonchalant Su Mingcheng with disgust:

"If you have something to say, say it, and if you have something to say, let it go!"

"Didn't you say yesterday when you asked me to get a DNA test that if you're my parents' biological child, you'd give me ten thousand yuan? Now I'm here to collect the money!"

(End of this chapter)