Ruling the Historical Romance Novel as the Female Supporting Character-Chapter 165: Without Money or Effort, Still Deserving of the Main Seat?
He had secretly inquired at the hospital; Kaize would live for ten years more at best. If not cared for properly, it might not even take one or two years for him to die.
He was willing to give all his money to his beloved wife, who was growing livelier and becoming more beautiful with each passing day. He didn’t consider that whether he, a cripple, could such a wife for long.
In no time, if some man outside attracted his wife’s attention, she might end up like that Pan Jinlian, who deserted her own husband for someone else.
At most, in three to five years, the house would still be his after Kaize died. So, writing this will was a waste.
The more Qin’s father thought about it, the more pleased he felt.
Being close to him, Su Yijia naturally understood his sinister thoughts.
"Father-in-law, don’t worry, my man, no matter what, can live longer than you." She confidently jabbed at Qin Zongyao’s heart with words only the two of them could hear.
If this despicable man had a hand in her mother-in-law’s misfortune twenty-three years ago, he would have to go to hell and accompany Su Jianshe and Lin Cuifen in the afterlife.
If he was just cheating, then with Su Xinyue as a daughter-in-law, most likely, within ten months, the three of them would be off to the netherworld.
Qin Kaize would live longer than him, right?
She wondered how it went with Uncle Xia’s investigation.
"What do you mean?" Qin’s father frowned tightly, his eyes filled with horror as he stared at the young girl in front of him. For other people, their words might be nothing but an insignificant threat. But for her, it was a death warning.
Su Yijia didn’t explain much, directly handing the will to Xia Weiguo.
"Uncle Xia, could you take this for Kaize? We’re young and impulsive, it wouldn’t be good if we lost it."
"Sure, I’ll keep it for you." Xia Weiguo didn’t refuse, carefully tucking the paper into his pocket, red-eyed. The house belonged to the miss and was part of the Xia family’s inheritance. He had thought they wouldn’t get it back, fearing it might be split by people other than Kaize. Unexpectedly, Yijia was able to retrieve it entirely.
Kaize was moved, even tears welling up in his eyes as he looked at Su Yijia.
But Su Yijia, as if saying just a couple of sentences, wore a faint, soft smile as she returned to Kaize’s side.
"However, father-in-law, during Qin Mingcheng’s banquet, you all contributed money. Are you really not going to put in a single cent this time and just sit there receiving our toasts? Uncle Xia is only a close elder to Kaize, yet he has made such a grand gesture. Look at the refrigerator, washing machine, TV, and even my watch... then look at the seven or eight tables of dishes. But if you don’t want to contribute, Kaize might as well just consider Uncle Xia as his godfather. After all, Uncle Xia manages all the major matters of our wedding." Her words were sharp, but her smile remained sweet and gentle at the corner of her lips.
Though she hadn’t asked Xia Weiguo or Kaize’s opinion, judging by Xia Weiguo’s concern for Kaize, he would undoubtedly be very willing. Kaize also had great trust in Xia Weiguo and likely wouldn’t refuse. Men like them wouldn’t actively bring up such matters. Even if they did, Qin’s father, being so petty, would surely disagree. Sure enough, right after Su Yijia finished speaking, Qin’s father exploded.
"I disagree! My son can only have me as his father, and no one else should even think about it."
He would never let Xia Weiguo become his son’s godfather.
In his entire life, Xia Weiguo could never marry the woman Xia Feixian, and it was impossible for him to have even a dime’s worth of relation to Xia Feixian’s son. Not even nomically.
"Your bias as a father, what right do you have to agree or disagree? Is the younger son the only real son? Is the older son just the grass by the roadside?" Su Yijia raised her eyebrows, continuing to look at him.
Qin’s father looked for help from the people attending the wedding, but most of them were only here for the sake of Qin Kaize and Xia Weiguo. Naturally, they would stand on Su Yijia’s side.
As for the other old neighbors... These leaders didn’t speak; what could they say? They weren’t stupid; they could see right from wrong, but they dared not speak.
"How much do you want?" Qin’s father gave in, having no choice but to compromise.
"Look at the betrothal gifts Uncle Xia prepared for me, and then look at the scale of these banquet tables. You should consider yourself and decide how much is worthy of the position you’re sitting in," Su Yijia straightforwardly kicked the ball back.
It wasn’t suitable to speak too much or too little. Saying too much would make her sound demanding, as after all, money, even though not an absolute necessity in this era, was still quite influential. But saying too little would mean undervaluing herself.
So, it’s best to let this despicable guy worry about it himself.
Qin’s father was furious, his heart aching, but he didn’t dare to clutch his chest, fearing mockery from others.
The cost for each wedding banquet was barely around fifty to a bit less than a hundred yuan. Who would be like Xia Weiguo, who had spent nearly thirty years in the team, saving money for nothing, with no one to spend it on? Only he could generously wave his hand and arrange Kaize’s wedding. Xia Weiguo had done all of this just to embarrass him.
Look at the betrothal gifts he arranged for Kaize, totaling at least five thousand. Then, considering the dishes at each table costing around thirty to forty yuan, there were eight tables here, totaling around three hundred and twenty.
"Six thousand, I’ll give you six thousand." Qin’s father gritted his teeth, one word at a time.
He promised the money, but he would see if she would still have the face to take it after the wedding banquet. However, Su Yijia didn’t even wait until after the banquet, directly extending her hand.
"Fine, give me the money! Our two family houses are close to each other, and there’s no need for the formalities of welcoming the bride, so it’s only ten o’clock now. Riding a bike to the bank, it would take about an hour round trip. We can start by twelve."
This was demanding money without any shame!
Qin’s father was infuriated, nearly wanting to shout out in anger. He couldn’t understand. Other girls are particularly concerned about the wedding, afraid of disturbances ruining the good omen. But this lunatic wanted to cause a scene all by herself.
At the moment, even though he was furious, Qin’s father had no way to refuse. He could only tremble as he stood up, going upstairs to get the passbook. Looking at his stooped figure, he didn’t look like someone under fifty, but more like a seventy or eighty-year-old.
"Dad," Qin Mingcheng hurriedly followed, supporting him. They lingered upstairs for a full ten minutes, unable to delay any longer, and finally came down holding the passbook.
"I’ll let Mingcheng go to the bank to withdraw the money." Qin’s father seemed to have gathered a bit of spirit when he returned. It was obvious they had just discussed this, trying to stall time on the way.
