"Where is it? Where is it? How come I haven’t seen it? Your whole family has always been so petty, using my dowry to show off. Does everyone not know that?"
Bai Xin couldn’t help but find it funny. Sure, their family had some money, but with just this house and that little grocery store, how much could they really have?
Mu Yu’s eyes stung from the disdain in Bai Xin’s expression, or rather, the mockery in her eyes. She’d always been met with negatives; she was too fat, she was ugly. The only thing that brought her a bit of joy was the belief that her family was wealthy.
"You don’t believe me? I’ll tell you, under our house is all money. If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you."
Mu Yu was truly blinded by anger. She wanted to prove to them, through the contempt and the sarcastic glances, that her family was wealthy.
Mu Yu firmly shut the door, then walked over to the edge of the bed and pressed a button. The bed slid open...
Behind the bed was an entrance.
Mu Yu had found this when she was a child by accidentally kicking the button. When she went in to look, she discovered it was all filled with gold and silver jewelry, sparkling so intensely that it blinded her.
The antiques and calligraphy, the jewels and jade inside, it was impossible for Mu Yi’s house to possess them.
Because, although their family was comprised of workers, they shouldn’t have been so wealthy; otherwise, why would they still be living here?
"How about that, isn’t our family wealthy? Let me tell you, those measly things you have, in our eyes, they’re nothing."
This was also why her brother Mu Yi insisted they were poor; otherwise, she would have taken objects home to show off, never repeating the same item twice.
In reality, Mu Yi had no idea that Mu Yu had discovered the secret. He said such things just to keep in mind that their family didn’t have much money.
"Yeah, your family really is wealthy."
Bai Zhi was the first to back out, followed by Bai Xin. At that moment, Mu Yu basked in self-satisfaction. Look, look, her family was indeed very rich.
Bai Zhi ran over and spoke to Bai Guang, who then became serious and immediately went to find Bai Dan.
It wasn’t said that families without deep roots were nonexistent, but those were usually grand lineages, with traces to follow. As for Mu Yi’s house, all records showed that previous generations were peasants, with only his father achieving something by working as a laborer, buying this house, and starting to renovate.
So, no matter how you put it, such a large sum and so many antiques shouldn’t be found in Mu Yi’s house.
Bai Dan arrived quickly, and he never expected that his son-in-law, whom he never particularly liked, had such capability, hiding so many valuables at home.
When Mu Yi rushed back, he saw many people moving things around, though that room was untouched.
Upon entering, he saw Bai Dan.
His interactions with his father-in-law were scarce, only two or three meetings, and each was nothing more than a polite greeting.
Or rather, he didn’t dare spend much time with him; he always felt as if Bai Dan’s eyes were too perceptive, as though he could see into his soul.
"Dad, when did you get here? I’ll go make dinner right away..."
Mu Yi turned to head to the kitchen but was stopped by Bai Dan.
"No need for that. You and my daughter have no relationship anymore, so don’t call me Dad. I can’t accept it."
Mu Yi felt a pang in his heart upon hearing these words. He hadn’t expected Bai Xin to be so resolute, giving him no chance at all, even...
"Dad, I know I was wrong. I just made a mistake that anyone could understand."