"This is my home, this is the Meng Family, why canât I kick you out? What youâre saying is so ridiculous." Meng Chaojun said coldly.
Nian Tang, who was sitting on the sofa flipping through a newspaper, upon hearing this, tossed the newspaper folder onto the coffee table.
The folder knocked a cup off the coffee table, and with a crash, it shattered on the ground.
Old Mengâs heart skipped a beat, and he quickly went over.
If it was the cup Little gave him that broke, heâd be heartbroken.
Old Meng had come to understand that as long as Little gave something, it was definitely something good.
When he saw the shattered cup on the ground, he couldnât help but let out a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, thankfully.
It wasnât the cup Little gave him that broke.
"Nian Tang, what are you doing?" Since it wasnât his cup that broke, Old Meng was in the mood to speak properly.
While talking, he quickly picked up his own white porcelain cup and held it in his hands.
Nian Tang is the son of the Nian familyâs elderly lady, the cousin of Nian Chengcheng, and thus technically Meng Xinianâs cousin too, which should have been a very close relationship.
"What am I doing? Uncle, what do you think this means? Who was the one who said the old house belongs to both the Meng and Nian families? Now youâre trying to renege on that? Thatâs not right, is it? If I tell others about this, being so untrustworthy and burning bridges after crossing them will earn you contempt! Does the Meng family not care about its reputation anymore?"
Nian Tang scolded loudly, though he called Old Meng "uncle", he didnât give him any face at all.
Old Meng couldnât help but feel furious hearing this.
"Nian Tang!" he shouted, "I admit back then I did say that! But I was referring to the Nian Family of Xinianâs grandfatherâs side! Now that old brother Nian has passed on, and Xinianâs mother is also long gone, this house naturally belongs to Xinian, who shares the Nian bloodline, which is why I referred to the Meng and Nian families! What does this have to do with you?"
"Thatâs not how it works!" Nian Tang stood up and said coldly, "My uncle is surnamed Nian, my father is also surnamed Nian, and my father is the boss, they were real brothers, blood brothers from the same father and mother, weâre supposed to be one family, all Nian family members, how can we be spoken of separately?"
Isnât this shameless?
"Their brotherhood has long since been divided!"
"Even if itâs divided, Chengcheng and I still share the same grandparents. Since Chengchengâs family is all gone, the old house should naturally be ours, anyone would agree with that reasoning. We came this time to have a proper discussion about how this old house should be divided."
Divide the house?
"Dream on!" Meng Chaojun snapped coldly.
This is robbery.
The old house has long been under Chiang Xiaoâs name, he wondered how they planned to seize it!
"Chaojun, weâve long known youâre heartless," Nian Tang looked at him and said, "Back then, Chengcheng was fully supportive of you, always on your side, but you didnât even investigate how she died..."
"Atang!" the elderly lady from the Nian family suddenly gave a stern shout.
Nian Tang immediately stopped speaking.
Meng Chaojun was taken aback, sensitively noticing something off about what he said.
What did he mean by not investigating how Chengcheng died?
Wasnât it illness that took Chengcheng?
Even though theyâd severed ties back then, heâd still paid all the hospital bills for Chengcheng.
"Nian Tang, what did you mean by that?"