Chapter 9 — How Much Does Love Cost?

"Eldest brother, you also know my family's situation. My daughter just got married, my son still has to buy a house, where will he get so much money?"

The eldest uncle looked at the other relatives again. People bend down to play with their phones. People raised their heads to look at the ceiling. Some people even quietly backed away. No one was willing to answer. The eldest uncle's face was completely black. He understands. It is useless to rely on these people. Finally, he still turned his head to look at me. This time, there was no longer anger in his eyes, but a complicated look as if he were negotiating a business. He tried to make his voice gentle.

“I know you have resentment in your heart.”

“What happened that year… your father really did too much.”

“But after all, he is still my father, blood and flesh.”

“How about this, let's not talk about the past anymore.”

"Just tell me, what must it take for you to spend money to save him?"

He sees this as a transaction. I looked at him, only to find it extremely ridiculous.

“Your conditions were made very clear just now.”

“54 yuan each month.”

“More than one coin, I won't give it.”

The eldest uncle's anger flared up again, but he tried to suppress it. He gritted his teeth and struggled to squeeze out the words:

“Besides that… is there any other way?”

I looked at him and slowly laughed.

“Of course I do.”

Everyone's ears immediately perked up. They thought things had changed. I looked at the little hope that had just flashed on their faces, then leisurely crushed it.

“There is one more way.”

“That's selling To Loi's BMW.”

“Then sell my big apartment.”

“I believe the money I have collected will probably be enough to pay for the first stage of my father's treatment.”

“Eldest uncle, aren't you the one who most supports my father's educational philosophy?”

“Now it's time for you to use practical actions to support him.”

"Didn't you just say that even if you break the pot and sell the iron, you have to save him?"

“The pot is here now.”

“Please start performing.”

My words were like a sink bomb exploding. The eldest uncle's face immediately turned from red to pale white. His lips trembled, he pointed at me without saying a word. To Loi, standing behind, felt even more like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately jumping up.

"Why do I have to sell my car? Why do I have to sell my house?"

"To Vy, you motherfucker are you mentally ill? What does second uncle's illness have to do with my family?"

"Oh? Isn't that relevant?"

I coldly looked at him.

"That year, who was the one who held up the living standards my father set as a decree and stood in front of me bragging?"

“Who drove the Audi my dad bought and showed me the middle finger?”

“Who, in my time of greatest need, enjoys the love and resources that should belong to me?”

“To Loi, you don't really think all of that is what you deserve, do you?”

“My father favors you, I have nothing to say.”

“But if you benefited from that favoritism…”

“So now you also have to take on the responsibility that comes with it.”

“There is no free lunch in this world.”

“You spent money that didn't belong to you, now you have to give up both capital and interest.”

My words made To Loi completely speechless. He opened his mouth to argue, but found that he couldn't say a word. Because everything I said… Is true. The aunt next to her immediately screamed shrilly.

"Damn brat! What nonsense are you talking about!"

"The money I spend is earned by my family! It has nothing to do with you!"

"If your father likes to favor him, leave him alone! Are you sure you can manage it?"

"Now you're going to blackmail my family, right? I'm telling you, don't try!"

She was like a bitter woman, baring her fangs and claws and rushing straight towards me, intending to scratch me. He was held tightly by his second uncle and several relatives. The entire hallway completely turned into a riotous stage. The doctor and nurse both looked at our family with eyes as if they were watching a strange farce. I'm tired. I don't want to continue dealing with these people anymore. I went to the hospital bill payment counter and took my bank card out of my wallet.

“Doctor, please pay one day's ICU fee first.”

Everyone was stunned. The eldest uncle's family stopped cursing, and my mother also stopped crying. They looked at me with unbelievable eyes. I thought that in the end I was still soft-hearted and still compromised. I gave the card to the toll collector and entered the password. Then turned around to look at them.

“I paid for this day not because I forgive him.”

“It's because I want my mother to feel a little more comfortable.”

“It's also for everyone to see clearly.”

“I'm not without money.”

“I just don't want to spend the money.”