Ge Liutao was startled as well and said uneasily, "Are you saying that if Qingjiang comes back asking to split these two apartments, we would actually have to give him a share?"
"That’s the way it should be," Chiang Songhai nodded.
"How can that be? These apartments belong to Little, how can we give a share to Qingjiang?" Ge Liutao somewhat couldn’t accept this, and went on, "But, Qingjiang wouldn’t do that, right? Even if he knew, he couldn’t possibly ask us for that, could he?"
Chiang Songhai fell silent for a moment, "I can’t be sure about that. So, I was thinking when Xinian comes back from training, to speak with him properly about this and see if he has any solutions."
Now, Chiang Songhai also didn’t know what could be done.
Chiang Xiao is still not even eighteen, and as I’ve heard, she can’t buy an apartment herself yet.
"Then, about these two apartments of ours, let’s not mention it, not speak of it to others, just tell people it’s rented!" Ge Liutao also became somewhat tense.
Seeing her tense, Chiang Songhai felt somewhat guilty and quickly reassured her, "We won’t talk about it, we’ll say they’re rented. I’ll also tell Canyuan and the others to be careful and not let anyone slip up about the city apartment. Besides, it’s been years since Qingjiang has returned, and who knows how he’s doing out there. I suspect he might not come back. Once Little turns eighteen, we swiftly transfer the apartment into her name and there will be no problems."
Ge Liutao thought it over and could only agree, inevitably sighing, "Little is only fourteen now, who knows when she’ll grow up."
Chiang Xiao had come down to get some water, not expecting to overhear this conversation between her grandparents.
The door to Chiang Songhai’s room was not closed properly, leaving a small gap.
Her hearing was incredibly sharp now, so she caught every word without missing a beat.
Chiang Xiao felt a warmth in her heart, but it chilled again upon hearing her grandfather pick up the phone to Deng Qingjiang.
Now, Deng Qingjiang couldn’t find them if he returned to the village, but if he were to turn up at their doorstep again...
In Chiang Xiao’s mind, eighteen cruel tortures surfaced, each one she would make Deng Qingjiang endure!
Remembering the words her grandmother had just said, she felt a drop of sweat form. It seemed like one more person was eagerly waiting for her to grow up now.
Why did it feel like she had many things to do once she turned eighteen?
Someone had said, he would file for marriage when she turned eighteen.
By the time he returned, she would almost be fifteen, and who knew if his desire to register for marriage had changed in this past year?
At this time, that someone was battling for life and death with criminals in the relentless wind, rain, and mud.
The downpour blinded everyone’s vision as they pursued a gang of extremely vicious criminals, armed with all sorts of weapons, and particularly cunning, not even blinking an eye when killing.
This was one of the missions they had to undertake after six months of training.
Two of their teammates had already been sacrificed.
After enduring six months of hellish training, they still left their lives on this land that had not yet fully settled from the chaos of war.
Here existed a level of evil and chaos unimaginable to the G Family.
Meng Xinian felt deeply relieved, thankful that his Little wasn’t living on this land.
"Meng, what can you see?"
In the rain, a teammate approached him, asking loudly.
In such heavy rain, even a loud voice would be drowned out.
None of them could see clearly, but Meng Xinian’s vision remained sharp, as if neither the fiercest storm nor the challenge of navigating the mud was an obstacle to him.
Therefore, on this path, he was almost always leading the team.