"Although thatâs what you say, second brother, we havenât taken a single grain from the family all these years. If it werenât for being really left with no choice this time, I wouldnât have come back to find you." Gu Chunli was tempted but also knew what kind of person his sister-in-law was.
The idea was to ask for as much grain as possible.
Originally, when the family split, he didnât take it seriously. After all, he hadnât returned home much over the years, and whether the family split or not didnât really matter to him.
However, his wife Liu Xiufeng somehow heard that his second brother actually bought a house in the city for his sister-in-lawâs family.
Poor them, still squeezed into a small shared apartment, such a tiny place that at night, he had to consider the son sleeping beside them and the mother-in-law next door when he wanted to be intimate with his wife.
This time, Liu Xiufeng lost her temper, "The second brother can buy a house for the sister-in-law, why canât he buy one for us? He should treat us equally."
Originally, Liu Xiufeng encouraged Gu Chunli to talk about buying a house, but he just couldnât bring himself to say it.
For so many years, he had taken over his fatherâs job, and apart from returning for New Yearâs celebrations, he never gave the elders any money, much less took care of his father on the bed.
Gu Chunli thought, maybe he could manage by borrowing some grain without mentioning the house.
But this second brother suddenly claimed poverty, which gave Gu Chunli a different perspective on Gu Chunhai.
"Besides, second brother, you make so much money; you often donât eat at home, supporting Lingling is more than enough." Gu Chunli said.
Just as he finished speaking, there was a crash.
Old Sir Gu had thrown a bowl from the bedside.
Gu Chunli was startled; if he hadnât dodged quickly, the old man might have hit him in the face.
"Dad," Gu Chunli shouted.
"Get out, get out for me." Old Sir Gu, lying on the bed, couldnât take it any longer, "I donât eat? I donât need medicine, huh?"
"Ungrateful beast, I gave you work, and even a dog knows how to wag its tail for its owner."
"You have the audacity to say you havenât taken a grain from the family all these years; why donât you think about how often youâve visited home over the years? I gave you my job, you never brought a dime to the family?"
"So what if your second brother makes more money? Thatâs all hard-earned; isnât enough to support the whole family? And even you, this beast, want to bleed him dry, huh?"
"Get out, I donât have an ungrateful son like you anymore."
Old Sir Gu coughed and cursed at the same time. If his legs were better, he probably would have gotten up to deal with this heartless person.
"Dad, please... donât be angry," Gu Chunli said softly, "Since I was young youâve always favored the second brother, finding him a mentor, getting him a job. What do I have? Just took over your position, didnât I?"
Does it need to be such an unyielding grudge?
"Get out." Gu Chunhai, who hadnât spoken, said with a stern face.
What favoritism? If there was any, Old Sir Gu truly favored Gu Chunli. When did he ever make him do heavy work at home? Without a wife, he would sleep in every day.
Old Sir Guâs leg was bad, but the work replacement opportunity should have been shared among siblings, yet it was left to him, and even then, he was given a relatively easier job.
Itâs one thing to forget his father after marriage, but this ungrateful person, yet not satisfied.
Gu Chunhai couldnât stand watching any more.
"Second brother, what goes around comes around, donât be so ruthless with things." Gu Chunli snapped, losing the little guilt he had before, called to his son, "Zhou Zhu, where did you run off to?"
"Dad, youâre getting the grain so soon?" Gu Zhouzhu ran out from Gu Linglingâs room and asked.
"What grain? Weâre going home." Gu Chunli yelled angrily.