"You're spouting nonsense, Chu Weixian, you hypocrite, you despicable and shameless scoundrel! That's your own son, you don't even care about your own son, you're worse than an animal! You beast, you beast!" The woman trembled with rage, wishing she could rush forward and scratch his face. Every drop of water now was precious, enough to save a life, yet he disregarded his own son for her.
Chu Yu no longer wanted to deal with these two. He turned and walked to the farthest corner to sit down and rest with his eyes closed. He didn't know how Jin Lan would deal with him, but he figured at the very least, she wouldn't kill him, so he just needed to wait.
He understood his maternal uncle; he wasn't a cruel person, quite the opposite, he was kind-hearted. Therefore, his chances of survival were quite high.
But that dog, Chu Weixian, was not so lucky, especially since he had actually killed someone!
What father and son? Just a selfish ghost!
Chu Yu felt he still had a sliver of hope, so he forced himself to endure, intending to beg his uncle for mercy when he saw him. After all, his uncle had watched him grow up and surely had some affection for him. And then there was Jiang Yan, his ex-girlfriend. He had stolen his girlfriend, so he owed him. It wasn't impossible for him to let him go.
Chu Yu decided to close his eyes and recuperate, no longer paying attention to the two people who had caused him so much misery. Chu Weixian and the woman cursed for a long time until they were too tired to continue. They tore into each other, wishing they could expose all their past dirty secrets, truly revealing the depths of human depravity.
...
After Zhou Hao finalized his grandfather's funeral arrangements, he began to sort through his grandfather's belongings. Fangfang also helped diligently. She asked, "Zhou Hao, did Grandpa leave you anything?"
Zhou Hao paused his packing. "Grandpa didn't leave much. His savings might be only a few tens of thousands. The only thing he left me is this house, I suppose."
"Did Grandpa buy this house? Then don't we need to go through the transfer of ownership procedures?" Fangfang continued to ask casually, deftly folding clothes.
"Yes, once I've completed all the necessary procedures for Grandpa's passing, I'll handle the transfer," Zhou Hao said, a bit of a headache. He really didn't want to deal with these troublesome procedures. He would rather his grandfather were still alive. Unfortunately, he had lost his most beloved grandfather forever.
"Mmm, no rush. Take your time. You've been exhausted these past few days. Don't worry, Grandpa is gone, but you still have me and the baby. We'll always be with you," Fangfang said, looking at him with deep affection.
Zhou Hao was indeed touched. He truly needed someone by his side right now, and that person was his beloved goddess. A warmth surged in his heart.
"Fangfang, I'm so grateful to have you by my side. You're even carrying my baby, about to give birth. I don't know how to thank you enough." Zhou Hao hugged her emotionally, tears welling up again.
"What are you saying? We're family. Oh, Zhou Hao, let's get married! Only after we're married will we truly be a family," Fangfang said, blinking her eyes. She hadn't originally intended to marry Zhou Hao, but she had inquired and learned that without marriage, and without a gift deed, she couldn't have the house registered under her name.