Chapter 589: Fortunately, I Don’t Have This Son

Mrs. Qin sneered.

"Even the fingers on one’s hand are different lengths. Isn’t it perfectly normal to have favorites? I do favor my younger son, so what? At least he doesn’t cause me so much grief."

"And another thing, can’t you do something about that jealous streak of yours? This is all because you’re envious of Mingxue’s house, isn’t it? She has her own money to buy herself a new place; is that any reason for you to be so consumed by jealousy?"

"Never mind that she really did pay for the house herself. Even if I had been the one to give her the money, it’s my money to give to whomever I please. What gives you the right to covet it and be jealous all the time?"

"Gao Lan, let me tell you one more time—the Qin family’s money, not just now, but even after my husband and I are dead, will never go to you and your husband. You won’t get a single cent from us, so stop coveting it day in and day out."

With that, she slammed the main door shut.

Gao Lan was so furious, she burst into tears.

She had never met such a blatantly biased mother-in-law.

Staring at the tightly closed door, she desperately wanted to cause a huge scene right then and there.

But in the end, her sense of reason held her back.

Staying any longer would only bring more humiliation.

Gao Lan went home in tears.

Mrs. Qin was fuming.

When she returned to the living room, Old Mrs. Qin saw how furious she was and couldn’t help but sigh.

Then she said, "Why don’t we just give her a house and be done with it—"

That would save them from her constant accusations of favoritism.

At the end of the day, all they wanted was for their eldest grandson to lead a peaceful life.

The couple argued constantly, and it felt like their fighting was about to tear the family apart.

Mrs. Qin, of course, would not agree.

"How could we do that? Any property we have is to be left for my eldest grandson and Qiaoqiao. Why would we give it to them? They’re able-bodied, can’t they earn it themselves?"

"If you ask me, what we should really do is sever ties with Qin Wenze. That way, she’ll stop thinking she’s entitled to the Qin family’s money."

She guessed Gao Lan must think that as the wife of the eldest son, she was entitled to the Qin family’s fortune.

Mr. Qin was also furious. "Wenze wasn’t like this before. Now he can’t even manage his own little family. In my opinion, if this happens again, we should just remove him from the family registry."

Granny Qin: ...?

’This old fool had better not do something so reckless.’

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"Wenhao, why did you buy so many things?"

Mrs. Fu was surprised to see her son-in-law, who had just stepped out for a bit, return with such a huge pile of things.

"It’s all things we need for the house. By the way, I pre-ordered some pork from the meat packing plant. It should be ready for pickup tomorrow."

"Oh, that soon? How much did you order?"

"Don’t worry, we have a refrigerator. Besides, Mom, didn’t you want to make sausages? You need a lot of meat for that."

It wasn’t until noon the next day, when Qin Wenhao hauled the meat back, that Mrs. Fu realized he had ordered an entire side of pork.

"This is... a bit much, even for making sausages. Take one of these pig’s trotters to your parents, and send some of the meat over, too."

"No need, they’ll buy their own. They get a set ration every year. We don’t need to give them any extra. Of course, Mom, if you don’t have enough here for the sausages, I can go get more from the Qin family."

Mrs. Fu: ...?

’How could he have the nerve to talk about getting even more?’

As a mother-in-law, she truly had no complaints about this son-in-law of hers.

But for his actual mother—she’d probably be driven mad by a son like him.

"Take a trotter with you. We have two here, and we can’t possibly eat them both. Take some meat, too. It’s your parents’ business if they have their own; whether or not we send a gift is our business."