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Zhang Yifan stood in the entryway, still holding his keys, not having had time to change out of his school uniform.

Listening to Fang Zhiyuan's explanation about "borrowing a spot" and watching Liu Xiuzhi's performance of beating her chest and stamping her feet, a surge of anger rose in his chest.

He had previously heard from the system that his cousin had swindled his family's house out of 200,000 yuan. He thought that at least his cousin had spent money, even though 200,000 yuan was nothing compared to the demolition compensation, but at least it wasn't a free lunch.

Now, things are much better; they've even saved 200,000.

Borrowing a school place? Transferring the property to his name, then using a school place in a good school district to get it back?

That's fooling a three-year-old.

Once the house is transferred to his name and the property certificate is in Fang Zhiyuan's name, will he still be willing to pay it back?

When the demolition notice was posted, Fang Zhiyuan went to collect the demolition compensation with his property certificate, but his family of three couldn't even get in the door.

In his previous life, he at least gave 200,000 yuan. In this life, because his family is not short of money, Fang Zhiyuan doesn't even want to pay the 200,000 yuan and just grabs it directly.

He was about to speak when Liu Guilan stood up.

"Auntie, cousin, I understand everything you've said."

She placed the teacup she was holding on the coffee table, the bottom of the cup hitting the glass surface with a crisp sound, her tone even colder than when she usually haggled with the building materials market owner.

"His wife wants a divorce, that's your family's business, it's none of our business."

But the house thing—no way.

Yifan is about to take the college entrance examination. He needs a quiet study environment for the next month. Nothing, I mean nothing, can disturb him.

"Your family's problems are your own to solve; don't try to take advantage of my house again."

After she finished speaking, she walked to the door, held the doorknob with one hand, and opened the door.

The order to leave was made perfectly clear.

Liu Xiuzhi sat on the sofa without moving.

She lowered her head, placed her hands on her knees, and slowly clenched the hem of her floral shirt.

There was a two-second silence in the living room, then she suddenly looked up. Her eyes, which had been brimming with tears just moments before, were now dry, without a trace of tears, leaving only two burning flames of anger.

"Fine, Liu Guilan, now that you're successful and own a restaurant, you look down on us orphans and widows, huh?"

Her voice suddenly rose eight octaves, becoming even sharper than Fang Jiahao's wailing earlier, making the glasses on the coffee table buzz.

"I knew it! I knew your whole family was no good!"

Your mother looked down on me back then, complaining that I married poorly and that my family was poor. She never even called during holidays!

Now you're even more powerful than your mother; your cousin is begging you on his knees and you still won't lend a hand!

Your family just can't stand to see our family doing well!

My son Zhiyuan has worked hard in the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau for more than ten years. Has anyone ever helped him out?

Now our child can't even go to school, and you, the whole family, live in a three-bedroom apartment, clearly have a school district spot but refuse to help. Are you even human?!

She became more and more excited as she spoke, spittle flying onto the coffee table, wetting one corner of the handwritten IOU.

Fang Jiahao was so startled by her sudden outburst that he forgot to cry and stared blankly at his grandmother with his mouth agape.

Fang Zhiyuan held her arm from the side, saying repeatedly, "Mom, don't get agitated, Mom, don't be angry."

But her reddened eyes kept glancing at Zhang Rongshan's face, as if watching to see when he would give in.

Zhang Rongshan stood up, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly: "Auntie, you're wrong about that."

When did Guilan's mother ever look down on you? When has our family ever been jealous of your family's success?

This house belongs to our family. We can borrow it if we want, and we can not borrow it if we don't want to. How did it become our fault?

The last time you came to my house was twenty years ago, wasn't it? Now you've come all this way just to get my house. Who do you think is forcing whom?

"It's all your fault! Your whole family are snobs! You look down on Zhiyuan! You look down on our whole family!"

"Grandma, you said we look down on you."

Zhang Yifan walked in from the entryway, put his schoolbag on the sofa, and spoke softly, but every word was clear.

"So you come to our door today with near-expiry baby formula and an IOU, demanding we transfer the house to your son. Is that what you call being considerate?"

Liu Xiuzhi was so choked by this remark that her face turned a deep shade of liver.

She opened her mouth, only to find that every word the younger man said hit the nail on the head. She wanted to curse back but couldn't find the words, so she simply gave up on reasoning, clutched her chest with both hands, and slid off the folding chair.

"Ouch—ouch, my heart—my heart—"

She slumped to the ground, her back against the coffee table leg, her head tilted back, her eyes half-closed, one hand covering her left chest, the other patting the ground haphazardly, her voice so loud that the whole building could hear her.

"I can't take it anymore—Zhiyuan—Mom can't take it anymore—Mom was driven to her death by your cousin—your cousin is trying to kill me—"

Fang Zhiyuan immediately rushed over and grabbed his mother's shoulders, his face showing an even more intense expression of grief than when he was acting out the scene of "wife and children being torn apart".

"Mom! Mom, are you alright? Cousin! Just look at me for a second. If my mom gets seriously ill from this, can you take responsibility?"

She's already in poor health, and she came all this way today specifically to ask you for a favor. If you don't agree, fine, but did you have to get her so angry?

Fang Jiahao also started wailing. The chubby boy pointed at Liu Guilan, his face covered in tears and snot, and shouted incoherently:

"You bad guys! My aunt is a bad guy! Your whole family are bad guys! You bullied my grandma! I'm going to tell Grandma! I'm going to call the police and have you arrested!"

A three-year-old child, who can't even speak fluently, can say words like "bad guy," "bully," and "call the police." It's obvious who taught him that.

The commotion here is too big.

Hearing the commotion, the neighbors upstairs and downstairs all poked their heads out of their doors, and some kind-hearted people had already put on slippers and come down to see what was going on.

Aunt Li from across the hall was the first to push open the door and come in. She was startled to see Liu Xiuzhi slumped on the floor, clutching her chest and groaning. She quickly went to help her up, asking, "What happened? Why are you lying on the floor like this?"

When Liu Xiuzhi saw that someone was coming, she became even more excited.

She gripped Aunt Li's arm tightly with one hand, and pointed tremblingly at Liu Guilan with the other. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice trembled like a leaf.

"Young lady—you have no idea—my niece just stood by and watched me die!"

My grandson needs to go to school, and I'd like to borrow her house to use a school district spot. It's not like I'm not going to pay it back!

Not only did she refuse to lend me the money, but she also said that our family's life or death had nothing to do with her. I'm over sixty years old, and I swallowed my pride to beg her for my grandson's sake, and this is how she treats me!

This is driving our family to our doom!

Aunt Li half-squatted down to support her. After hearing these words, she looked up at Liu Guilan, her lips moved, but she hesitated to speak.

Several neighbors were still standing at the door, peeking around. Some whispered, "This old lady looks quite pitiful," while others tugged at the sleeve of the person next to them and said, "Don't meddle. Don't we know the Zhang family's character?"

Uncle Wang from upstairs squeezed in, glanced at Liu Xiuzhi, who was sitting on the ground clutching her chest, and then at Liu Guilan, who was standing at the door with a livid face.

He hesitated for a moment, then walked over to Zhang Rongshan and lowered his voice to say:

"Old Zhang, I know you're not those kinds of people, but look at this old lady lying on the ground, it's not a good situation. Why don't you agree first, coax her, and then talk about it after she leaves?"

If things really escalate, you can't say for sure.

Liu Xiuzhi has very sharp ears; she immediately chimed in as soon as Uncle Wang finished speaking.

Her voice was weak and aggrieved, as if she had suffered a great injustice: "Yes, harmony in the family brings prosperity, we are a family!"

"A harmonious family brings prosperity in all things."

Zhang Yifan took a step forward from beside the sofa and stood in the center of the living room, looking down at Liu Xiuzhi, who was sitting on the floor clutching her chest and pretending to be sick.

She glanced again at Fang Zhiyuan, who was squatting beside her supporting her, and then finally at the neighbors watching from the doorway.

"Your families are all doing well, but what about us?"

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