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"Wait a moment."

The three people at the table turned their heads at the same time.

Zhang Rongshan's teacup froze in mid-air, and Liu Guilan put down the cup she had just picked up.

The couple looked at their son with the same puzzled expression on their faces.

This kid never interrupts at the dinner table; he just keeps his head down and eats while the adults are talking. Why did he suddenly say something like that today?

"We've lived in this house for so many years, how can we just sell it like this?"

Zhang Yifan frowned, his tone carrying a stubbornness beyond his years, as if he were throwing a tantrum.

"Besides, what will happen to my schooling if we sell the house? I don't agree."

Zhang Rongshan and Liu Guilan exchanged a glance.

Not right.

They know their son best.

Ever since that night when he slapped the 300,000 yuan scratch-off lottery ticket on the coffee table, this kid has become more and more opinionated, and he has his reasons for everything he does.

Fu Kai called a couple of days ago to praise Zhang Yifan, saying that he's been in incredibly good shape lately.

Now that he's suddenly acting unreasonable and blocking the sale of the house, it's definitely not just a childish tantrum.

He was reminding them.

Did Fang Zhiyuan really dig a trap for them?

Zhang Rongshan put down his teacup, not in a hurry to scold his son for being disobedient, but instead glanced at Fang Zhiyuan out of the corner of his eye.

Fang Zhiyuan became anxious.

They had already raised their teacups, and with a nod from both sides, the deal was practically done. Buying a house that was about to be demolished for 230,000 yuan was a huge profit.

As a result, this kid interfered and ruined everything.

He suppressed his irritation, put on a gentle, elder-like smile, and spoke with the patience of someone coaxing a child:

"Yifan, your uncle had no choice but to buy this house, it's for Jiahao's schooling."

I know you've lived here for so many years, you've grown attached to it, and you're reluctant to leave. Your uncle understands.

But think about it, you're about to take the college entrance exam. Once you get into college, you'll live in the school dormitory and only come back a few times a year.

"Your parents will be busy with their business, and the house will just sit empty anyway. Why not sell it to your cousin? It'll ease the financial burden on the family."

As he spoke, he put down his teacup, took a document from his briefcase, and laid it on the table.

The A4 paper was printed neatly, with all the clauses and terms listed densely, including the penalty for breach of contract and the handover date; all that was missing was a signature.

"Look, I've prepared the contract, and all the terms are clearly written."

Cousin and cousin-in-law, if you think the price is right, we can finalize it today.

It's always better to do these things sooner rather than later.

Don't worry, we're really close relatives. Would I ever cheat you?

Zhang Rongshan stared at the contract, his expression changing.

The contract was pre-printed.

When Fang Zhiyuan came in today, he even pretended to say, "You've come at an inopportune time, or I should leave first."

Since they came on short notice, why was the contract prepared in advance?

Why would an ordinary clerk buy a second-hand house worth around 200,000 yuan and prepare such a detailed contract in advance, even filling in the handover date and carrying it with him?

Unless he came here specifically for this house from the beginning.

Tonight's dinner is just a pretext for borrowing money; the real purpose is to buy a house.

He looked up and glanced at Liu Guilan.

Liu Guilan's gaze also fell on the contract, her lips pursed into a thin line.

Neither the couple spoke, but they both looked at Fang Zhiyuan with scrutinizing eyes.

Zhang Yifan leaned back in his chair, picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of boiled fish, chewed it, and then casually said in a half-joking tone:

"Uncle, why are you in such a hurry to buy a house? Anyone who didn't know better would think you knew in advance that our neighborhood was going to be demolished."

Fang Zhiyuan's hand trembled violently, and the teacup almost slipped from his grasp.

He quickly placed the teacup on the table, and a few drops of tea spilled onto the contract paper.

He didn't bother wiping it off, quickly waved his hand, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace:

"How is that possible!"

Yifan, you've been watching too many TV dramas. You can associate everything with demolition and relocation.

If I had that news, I would definitely have told you in advance!

It's all for Jiahao's education, really, it's all for Jiahao's education.

Zhang Rongshan looked at Fang Zhiyuan's forced composure, then at the prepared contract on the table, and then at Fang Zhiyuan's series of actions that evening.

At this moment, all the fragments pieced together a shape he was reluctant to believe but had to be wary of.

Demolition.

They've been talking about demolishing their neighborhood for over twenty years, but nothing's happened. He's just treating it as a joke.

But what if Fang Zhiyuan heard something from the Housing and Construction Bureau? What if it's true this time?

He put down his teacup without saying a word, but the way he looked at Fang Zhiyuan was no longer the way he looked at a relative.

Zhang Yifan laughed, his tone still relaxed and casual:

"Since it's for Jiahao's schooling, there's no rush."

Jiahao won't start kindergarten until the second half of the year, which is still several months away.

Uncle, don't worry. Let my parents go back and discuss it. I'll definitely give you an answer after I finish my college entrance exam.

The house is there anyway; it's not going to grow legs and run away.

Fang Zhiyuan's lips twitched.

The college entrance exam is over? There's still a month left after the exam. A month is enough time for demolition notices to be posted all over the neighborhood.

Will the couple still sell him the house then? 230,000 yuan for a demolished house? Dream on.

He suppressed his anxiety and tried to lift the corners of his mouth, but the smile no longer looked as natural as before.

He pushed the contract towards Zhang Rongshan, his voice still gentle, but the fervor in his eyes had cooled considerably.

"No rush, no rush. Yifan is right. The college entrance exam is the most important thing."

"Cousin and cousin-in-law, please contact me anytime you've discussed it. Keep the contract for now and review it when you have time."

Zhang Rongshan did not accept the contract.

He simply nodded, his tone polite but distant: "Okay, we'll go back and think about it, and let you know when we've decided."

Fang Zhiyuan looked at the untouched contract, and the smile on his lips finally crumbled. He collapsed for a moment, but he pulled it back up by himself.

He zipped up his briefcase, twisting the zipper pull several times with his fingers, while another idea raced through his mind.

This path is blocked; we need to think of another way quickly.

The demolition notice will be posted no later than next month; time is running out.

He couldn't expect the couple to figure it out on their own; he had to find another way to trick them into buying the house.

He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice his son knocking over the pine nut and corn on the table.

Fang Jiahao was so frightened by the sound of the soup bowl shattering on the ground that he burst into tears, and the waiter rushed over to clean it up.

Taking the opportunity, Zhang Rongshan stood up and pushed the contract back to Fang Zhiyuan: "Alright, that's enough for today. Let's go back and discuss it further."

Liu Guilan took the takeout bag from the waiter, packed the barely touched spicy chicken and boiled fish, and was the first to stand up and walk out.

Zhang Yifan followed behind her, and when he passed Fang Zhiyuan, he didn't stop, but just glanced at him.

That glance was indifferent, with a faint smile playing on his lips.

The family of three walked out of the Sichuan restaurant.

Fang Zhiyuan remained seated, his face alternating between pale and flushed several times.

Fang Jiahao was still sobbing beside him. Frustrated, he yelled, "Stop crying!" which scared the child so much that he cried even louder.

He took a deep breath, picked up his briefcase, scooped up his son, and strode towards the door.

"Sir, you haven't paid your bill yet."

Fang Zhiyuan paused, turned to look at the waiter, and looked as if he had been slapped in the face in public.

The waiter smiled and held out his hand, the receipt dangling lightly between his fingers: "That'll be three hundred and sixty-eight in total. Scan the code or pay in cash?"