Yu Suhui was really no match for Madam Rong when she got ruthless.
And there was the formidable Rong Yan by her side.
Decisively, Rong Wenze pulled his own wife to the back.
"Since we’ve agreed, as long as we can put up the money, the house will be sold to us."
Rong Yan spoke up at the right time, "Sure! As long as the money is sufficient, it’s all good. However, there’s one thing you have to do, or else we will not sell the house."
Rong Wenze’s eyes sharpened a lot, "Do you want to raise the price?"
Rong Yan tugged at the corner of her mouth, "No price hike, but Grandma Rong’s name must be on the deed, or else the house will not be sold."
"What do you mean?" Rong Wenze’s face turned dark.
"It’s simple. This money includes Grandma’s pension, and it can’t end up benefiting just you all and then driving Grandma out. How would that be fair? This is to ensure Grandma has a secure life, especially since my father gave all that’s left of the pension money. You can’t just take the house and push Grandma back to us."
Upon hearing her daughter’s words, Madam Rong wondered why she hadn’t thought of that before?
She quickly said, "Right, Grandma’s name must be on the deed or else the house will not be sold. We’re in no rush to sell it anyway; we could wait and give it to my grandchildren."
Mom, I expected you to perform, but not .
My son-in-law and I are barely at the stage of holding hands.
It seems... we held hands, right?
Rong Wenze’s face turned stern.
Yu Suhui couldn’t accept this condition—at all. Why should the money her family puts out have another, nearly dead person’s name on it?
"Who ever heard of such a thing? We won’t add it."
Rong Yan ignored them, looking towards Grandma Rong, whose expression was not good, "See, this is the result of you relentlessly favoring the second son and his family. How good are you to them? You even gave them your pension money, and yet they refuse to even add your name to the deed. Tsk, they plan to burn bridges after crossing!"
"Getting old isn’t scary; what’s truly frightening is being blinded by deception. Believe it or not, if they get the house, within two years your life will become miserable, and you might even be directly driven out of that home?"
"In life, especially at your age, it’s better not to burn all your bridges. Always leave a way out for yourself. If you have money and a house in your hands, others will treat you with respect.
But if you’re broke and have nothing, then your suffering would really start. At that point, you’re not revered anymore; you’re just extra baggage."
Well, that speech was truly uncomfortable to hear, especially the outright refusal from the younger daughter-in-law... It felt like a lump in her throat.
Upon seeing Grandma Rong’s expression, Rong Wenze felt troubled; clearly, she was somewhat persuaded by Rong Yan’s words.
He hurriedly said, "Mom, don’t listen to her. She clearly can’t stand to see us well and wants to sow discord. Don’t fall for her tricks."
Really, did going to the countryside make someone smarter?
Otherwise, why hadn’t she been this tough before?
If she had been this tough earlier, she wouldn’t have ended up being sent there.
Grandma Rong looked at her second son. A mother knows her child best. Did she not know what kind of person her own son was? It was just that she hadn’t been willing to think about it before.
Plus, the attitude of the second son’s wife towards her these past few days also cooled her heart.
So, she said, "Since you won’t do it, then just add my name to it."
Rong Wenze’s face instantly stiffened.
Yu Suhui was really angry! How could this dying old woman be so scheming? A person almost stepping into a coffin yet still fussing over a house.
Grandma Rong’s cloudy eyes immediately turned towards her, "Then I won’t lend the money, and we won’t buy the house. After I die, you all can do whatever you want."
With that, she turned to leave.
That’s right, her 300 yuan was still clenched in her hand, not yet taken out; only waiting for the final payment moment to bring it out.
After all, she was truly reluctant to part with that money.
It took a lot for her to make up her mind, only for her granddaughter to effortlessly disperse her resolve with a few sentences, because what she said was indeed true.
How could she secure her own fallback if she had nothing in her hands?
Seeing Grandma Rong about to leave, Yu Suhui was truly on the verge of cursing.
Rong Wenze hastily stopped her, "Mom, don’t go; add your name to the house if you want, even if it is just your name, that’s fine."
Hearing her husband’s words, Yu Suhui’s eyes widened, about to say something when her husband glared at her.
"Shut up, if you don’t agree, then go back to your mother’s house. More trouble than help."
Grandma Rong glanced at her second son.
Rong Wenze met his old mother’s gaze, immediately affirming, "Mom, we’ll really add your name. The house still needs to be bought. If not, your sister-in-law now treats us like enemies. If ever she really does drive us out, then we truly will have no place to go."
With the old lady’s 300 yuan, he wouldn’t need to borrow elsewhere.
What’s more, even if he borrowed, he’d still have to repay that money, wouldn’t he? Repaying 300 yuan, who knows until when?
Grandma Rong looked at him deeply, then took out the stack of bills from her pocket.
Rong Wenze was thrilled, quickly taking the money from her.
Then, he turned to look at Rong Yan, his voice heavy, "Alright, just do as you said, write up the house!"
Rong Yan looked at him expressionlessly for a moment, "No need for you to come inside. I’ll write it up and have my dad sign it, then take it to the housing authority."
After saying that, she turned and went inside.
Madam Rong didn’t leave, she stood alone at the front door, clearly not allowing these three to enter.
"Sister-in-law, I want to see my brother..." Rong Wenze belatedly recalled Rong Yan’s words... Her dad could sign?
His body was really getting better?
He didn’t believe it.
Madam Rong glared, "What sister-in-law? Who’s your sister-in-law? From now on, our families have nothing to do with each other, don’t try to form connections."
Grandma Rong’s face turned grim, "He can’t enter, but can’t I see my own son?"
Madam Rong showed no intention of stepping aside.
Her face showing scorn, "Better not, since you’ve protected the second son and his family, just be close and loving with them! You don’t need to worry about Old Rong at our house; even his own mother is thinking about letting him die at this time, yet I, as his wife, must keep him alive."
Grandma Rong was fuming—what did she mean by that? Did she really think she, as a mother, would actually harm her own son?