Chapter 2634 - 2638: Miserable

Chapter 2634: Chapter 2638: Miserable

Wan Muan froze for a moment, shaking her head: "No, I don’t want to go back, Dad, help me!"

She was so scared that she hid behind Wan Yuanshan.

Wan Murou looked at her and said, "Sis, stop making a scene. The family is like this now, what more shares do you want?"

"For families like ours, even without shares, we won’t lack food and drink, or a dowry."

"Since Grandpa doesn’t want to give us shares, then forget it. Have you not read the last message Mom left for you?"

"You keep struggling; do you want to follow the path Mom walked?"

Thinking of her deceased mother, Wan Muan broke down and cried out: "Why...why..."

Why is she a woman, not a man?

If she were a son, it would be great.

If she were a son, Grandpa would also leave shares for her.

Her mother wouldn’t have died due to constantly scheming for more inheritance for her and her sister.

Remembering the last words she said to her mom were "I hate you," her heart twisted with pain, crying uncontrollably, her legs weakening, collapsing to the ground.

Afraid she might do something foolish and oppose Wan Chong again demanding shares, Wan Murou held her arm and helped her up, "Sis, you’re tired, let me help you rest for a bit."

Wan Murou supported Wan Muan as they left.

Foo Wencha looked at Wan Yuanshan and said: "Uncle, if you have time, please guide Big Cousin more, and don’t indulge her too much. You should offer guidance and education, otherwise, I fear she might follow Auntie’s path."

Honestly, Foo Wencha didn’t feel Wan Muan was wrong for wanting Wan Family shares.

After all, she is also a blood member of the Wan Family.

But, the Wan Family belongs to her grandfather, and he can give it to whoever he wishes.

Wan Muan wanting shares is not wrong, but harming people for shares is wrong.

Listening to Foo Wencha’s words, Wan Yuanshan felt very uncomfortable.

He, a dignified uncle, was being lectured by his niece.

People die for wealth.

This saying is quite true.

To put it plainly, Wang Xian died for money.

His dad died.

His wife died.

Now, there’s just one son and two daughters left.

None of them can have anything happen.

He nodded forcefully: "Don’t worry, I will educate Nuannuan well and won’t let her make mistakes again."

In the future, even if he does nothing else, he will keep an eye on his eldest daughter, preventing her from doing something foolish.

He will properly teach her what is right and what is wrong.

"Uncle, when you see her, tell her," Foo Wencha said calmly: "On Grandpa’s behalf, I saved her, but I will keep the evidence. If she does anything unfavorable to me or Cousin in the future, I will call the police to take her away again."

Her voice is particularly pleasant to hear, especially when speaking unhurriedly like this, it seems to soothe tense nerves.

Previously, Wan Yuanshan loved listening to his little niece’s voice, feeling inexplicably relaxed and comfortable when she spoke.

But at this moment, each word from Foo Wencha felt like needles piercing his ears, hurting his entire body.

Clearly, it’s a family, yet it has reached a point where evidence must be retained, ready for court at any moment.

His two daughters could clearly have a capable brother and two supportive cousins, but now, they might confront each other in court anytime.

The more he thought about it, the heavier his heart became, nodding solemnly, "Rest assured, I will supervise her."