Rong Yan certainly didn’t let her dad sign.
Last night she had looked over her father’s notes, and impersonation was a trivial matter for her, so she directly forged it this time.
As for the fingerprint, she took out the inkpad from the space, dabbed her dad’s finger in it, then firmly imprinted it before sanitizing his finger with disinfectant.
After making sure everything was in order, she walked out.
"Give me the money first," Rong Yan directly said to Rong Wenze.
Rong Wenze was gritting his teeth at her.
However, at this point, he wasn’t afraid that she wouldn’t pay.
So, he took out the 1200 yuan from his pocket and counted it.
"Here, it’s all there."
Madam Rong immediately took the money and recounted it three times.
This infuriated Rong Wenze... What was she implying?
Madam Rong didn’t care about his expression and nodded to her daughter after accepting the money.
"The amount is correct."
Rong Yan handed over the certificate and then passed over the property deed as well, because that house was initially assigned by the authorities, and its paperwork was more comprehensive than others.
"Alright, let’s go to the housing bureau now."
With that certificate and the property deed, in this relatively lax era, they could go directly to get it processed.
But because the old lady’s name was being added, she must see it with her own eyes.
Rong Wenze, having received the certificates, was extremely pleased and didn’t want to stay a moment longer, so he turned and left.
Madam Rong indicated she wanted to follow; she didn’t trust her daughter to go alone.
Unable to dissuade her, Rong Yan had no choice but to let her follow.
A group of people arrived at the housing bureau, and as per Rong Yan’s request, the bureau specially added the old lady’s name to the documents.
This was quite rare; in his many years in service, the staff had never encountered such a case.
But it was not impossible.
Once everything was settled, Rong Yan said to Madam Rong, "Mom, let’s go."
Madam Rong, having sold the house and received the money, felt relieved.
"Let’s go, head home."
As for those three with unsightly expressions... their feelings were no longer her concern.
The mother and daughter returned home, and Qin Yu sighed in relief upon seeing their return.
"Yu, no one came to our house, right?" Madam Rong asked.
Qin Yu quickly shook his head. "No."
"That’s good. Also, Yan’er, come inside, I have something to discuss with you," she beckoned Rong Yan to the kitchen.
"Mom, what is it?" Rong Yan guessed what it might be.
"This money, you take it, since you will find use for it anyway," Madam Rong directly handed the bundle of money to Rong Yan.
Rong Yan tried to give it back, but Madam Rong glared at her, "Stop pushing it back and forth. Take it; after all, you recovered it, so it’s yours."
Had her daughter not been competent, that house might have been occupied by that family for nothing.
Rong Yan thought for a moment, counting out five hundred, "I’ll take seven hundred, and you take five hundred. When I return, the money will be useful for you, especially since even though Dad’s condition has improved, he won’t be able to work anymore. He will need to recuperate at home, and this money could help with his health. Also, you gave me yesterday’s money, and you definitely don’t have any left, so should you borrow from someone else?"
Well, she wasn’t likely to find a job in a short time.
The most important thing was, since Old Rong had sold his job position, she couldn’t find work either, many factories were not doing well, and the job positions for those returning urban intellectual youths were becoming increasingly scarce.
Seeing her mother accept the money put Rong Yan at ease.
Madam Rong, looking at the money, sighed, "Ah, all the troubles with that family are finally settled. Just thinking that we won’t have any relations with them makes my heart very happy."
Rong Yan smiled; that family might quiet down for a while, but what would happen later was uncertain. Anyway, it didn’t matter; if they dared to come over again, they had ways to deal with them.
Tie Zhu looked at the new house and couldn’t help but marvel, "Your house is really nice, you’ve done a great job."
Qin Ye did not respond to him.
Looking at the house, he was hoping his wife would come home soon.
"By the way, when is your wife coming back?" Tie Zhu asked.
In his heart, he wondered if, given Qin Ye’s bad luck, his wife might not return after going back to the city.
Qin Ye finally responded, "After the New Year."
Really? He found it hard to believe.
However, he also knew he couldn’t voice that thought, as it would definitely earn him a beating.
"Has your wife sent a telegram?"
Qin Ye’s expression stiffened because there really hadn’t been a telegram, and he didn’t even know his wife’s exact address to send one.
Of course, the town commune definitely had his wife’s address, but the office was currently closed for the holiday, so he couldn’t inquire.
Upon hearing this, Tie Zhu got excited and immediately asked, "What did your wife say in the telegram?"
Qin Ye glanced at him sideways, "Our marital matters are not for your ears."
Tie Zhu gave a sheepish laugh, "Heh, I’m just concerned about you."
"You can leave now," Qin Ye didn’t want to see him anymore.
Alright! He indeed should leave; nowadays, there’s no reason to stay at someone else’s home and eat.
"Fine, I’m leaving. Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, and since your leg is better, make some delicious food; even if your wife isn’t here, you should celebrate the new year!"
Qin Ye sincerely thought he talked too much.
At that moment, the sound of a bicycle bell rang outside.
Qin Ye’s eyes lit up, ignoring Tie Zhu’s astonished look, he quickly went to open the door.
When he recognized the postman, his eyes brightened even more.
Was it a telegram from his wife?
"Qin Ye, there’s a telegram from Jing City for you," the postman handed over the telegram.
Qin Ye eagerly took it, his heart pounding as he saw the Jing City address.
Finally, a telegram had arrived.
During this period, he had been looking forward to it every day, but each day had been a disappointment.
Tie Zhu walked up to him, "Is it a telegram from your wife? Wow, sending two telegrams in such a short time seems like she really misses you."
He only listened to what he liked to hear, such as the word ’miss.’ He liked that.
As for the two telegrams... he didn’t catch that.
Seeing him not moving, Tie Zhu urged, "Qin Ye, what are you waiting for? Open the telegram and see what your wife wrote."
Qin Ye swept him a glance, "Aren’t you leaving?"
Actually, he wasn’t in a rush to leave.
Alright! He did seem too nosy about others’ private affairs, which might be a bit inappropriate.
Once he saw him leave, Qin Ye immediately closed the door and eagerly tore open the telegram...