Chapter 2 — After Losing 4 Billion Inheritance, I Made The Whole Family Look Up

I spoke up again. The voice was a bit hoarse.

"The studio's profit last year was 480,000 yuan, not tens of thousands of yuan like you said."

No one spoke up.

"Last year, I had heart bypass surgery. I paid the 350,000 yuan hospital fee."

"When To Kiet passed the civil service exam, the celebration party had ten tables, costing 80,000 yuan, which I also paid for."

"Earlier this year, he said the basement of the old villa needed to be dehumidified and repaired. 60,000 yuan, I'll transfer it."

I slowly tell each story one by one. His tone was calm as if he was reading an expense statement.

"I never mentioned those amounts to you."

"Because I never saw them as a sale in the first place."

"You are my grandfather."

"The money used for you is completely voluntary."

The dining table is so quiet that you can clearly hear the buzzing sound from the air conditioning vents. Trieu Ngoc Lan was about to open his mouth when uncle To Kien Minh glanced at him and immediately closed his mouth. Grandpa's hand holding the cup of tea tightened. But very quickly, his face returned to its cold and rigid expression as before.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want to collect your debt?"

His voice became noticeably colder.

"How much did it cost you to raise your three grandchildren, send them to school, get married and have children?"

"Now you take those few coins and calculate it with me?"

"Dad, I didn't mean that..."

My father raised his head to explain. But grandpa waved his hand to interrupt.

"The will has been notarized."

"I'll just let you know today."

"I didn't call you here to negotiate."

He stood up. Looking down at me from above.

"Nien Van."

"If you still recognize me as your grandfather, then stop saying things like that."

"We're all one family, don't make things too unsightly."

I just want to reclaim a little justice for myself. Does that mean the To family will lose face? I nodded slightly. Slowly stand up.

"I understand."

Having finished speaking, I turned around and walked towards the door.

"Nien Van!"

Behind her, her mother's muffled call was heard. But I don't stop. I went to the mysterious entrance, changed my shoes, and opened the door. To Kiet chased out. There was still a familiar kind smile on his face.

"Don't take it to heart."

"Grandpa's personality is like that."

"Don't worry, once the procedure is completed, I will definitely not mistreat you."

"Didn't you say you wanted to buy a new computer for the studio?"

"At that time, I will spend money to buy you the best one."

He spoke sincerely. How touching it sounds. It's like doing charity work. I looked at him.

"No need."

"That's 4 billion yuan, keep it yourself."

"Just relax and be your civil servant."

"The future is very open."

The moment the door closes. His face was stuck in the crack of the door. The smile still hung at the corner of his lips. But his eyes had completely lost their temperature. The old villa is located in a long-standing villa area in the north of the city. It takes more than ten minutes to walk from the house to the gate of the residential area. It was completely dark. The streetlights dragged my shadow across the ground. When I got to the gate of the residential area, I remembered. The car is still parked in the villa's basement. But I don't want to go back. So he took out his phone and called a technology car. While waiting for the car. I open WeChat. The family group named "To Family One Heart One Night" has appeared with dozens of new messages. At the top is one One-minute recording sent by Trieu Ngoc Lan. I click open.

"Sigh, today's matter is finally resolved."

"Dad's arrangements are truly heartless."

"Kiet Kiet still has to develop on the official path in the future, there are still many places where he needs to spend money."

"Nien Van is just a girl, holding too much money can easily cause trouble."

"We're all one family, what's the difference in whose pocket the money is in?"

Right below is my mother's message.

"Sister-in-law, that's not fair."

"What Niem Van has spent for her family over the years, everyone can see."

"Dad, doing that is really too cold towards her."

Trieu Ngoc Lan immediately responded.

"Sister-in-law, what's so cold about you?"

"Nien Van is twenty-seven years old, not a child anymore."

"It's your right to give your money to whoever you want."

"Do you still dare to stop your destiny as a descendant?"

"If outsiders hear it, won't it become a joke?"

Below again. It's a new message from Ms. Hai.

"If I say it, Niem Van is just too aggressive."

"What's the point of a girl risking her life to strive like that?"

"Finding a decent man and settling down to get married is the right path."

"It's good now, the money won't be divided, and it will upset the old man. What was it all about?"

A series of supporting comments immediately appeared below.

"That's right, knowing enough is enough."

"The most important thing for girls is to live a stable life."

"Nien Van's stubbornness will have to be corrected sooner or later."

I scrolled through each message one by one. The light from the phone screen shines on my face. At that moment, the technology vehicle arrived. A silver-gray sedan. I opened the back seat door and sat in. After reporting the studio address, the car slowly rolled away. The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked at me through the rearview mirror.

"Girl, are you okay? Your face doesn't look too good."

"It's okay, just a little tired."

I leaned my head against the glass door. Don't want to say any more words. The phone vibrated again. It's To Kiet's private message.

"Sister, are you really angry?"

"You still don't know how your grandfather is? His mouth is tough but his heart still loves you."

"Don't confront me anymore, okay?"

"I'll invite you to dinner another day. Please choose the place."

Look at those words. I suddenly felt a bitter taste on my tongue. I answer one question:

"There's no need. Keep the money and be filial to grandpa."

I immediately deleted him from my friends list. The car is halfway there. The phone rings again. This time it's not WeChat. It's the call. The caller's name is Tran Giai Di. To Kiet's girlfriend. I met her at the family's Mid-Autumn Festival gathering last year. She works at an agency in the district, has a beautiful appearance, speaks skillfully, and hardly reveals any loopholes. I hesitated for two seconds. Finally picked up the phone.

"Miss Van, are you home yet?"

The voice is so sweet it's sickening.

"Still on the way."

"Sigh, I just heard about today's story from Kiet. Hearing it, I also feel uncomfortable for you."

"Grandpa is really too biased."

She sighed. Talking speed is slow and leisurely.