Chapter 793 - 793 793 Why Not Choose You (6)_1

793: Chapter 793: Why Not Choose You (6)_1 793: Chapter 793: Why Not Choose You (6)_1 “I don’t agree, that’s my son.

Why should I sell him to you?” Yang Anshi waved her arm as soon as Yang Peili opened his mouth, “In your dreams.”

Yang Ruxin smiled, didn’t say anything, and called over Sanni and Dao Xuzi, “Let’s go, move back home…” and then she really did walk out the courtyard gate.

“Since the person isn’t dead, we’re not holding a funeral; let’s all leave too,” the great uncle said as he stood up.

The rest of the people also dispersed one after another.

“Elder Uncle,” Li Yi looked at Yang Peili and grinned, “You can forget about my consultation fee, I don’t want it; just consider it neighborhood friendship…” After finishing, he also left.

Yang Peili was so angry that he nearly spat out blood.

“Mom and Dad, let’s divide the house,” Feng Caie prodded Yang Baichuan, who quickly spoke up.

“What did you say?” The voice of Yang Anshi suddenly rose.

“I said let’s divide the house,” Yang Baichuan furrowed his brow, “What’s the situation at home now?

Just our family doing all the work?

And we still have to support a living dead person?”

“You…”

“Exactly, let’s divide the house,” Feng Caie nodded too, “This family is rotten at its core.

Dad, in Mom’s heart, none of us are her biological children, only Baihe is her real daughter.

We’re not lucky enough to enjoy our little sister’s fortune.

We might as well divide the house; it’s also giving us in the second branch a way to survive…” She had seen through it all; all the money was in the hands of the old woman, there was no hope of getting any for themselves.

Instead, with her son’s promising future, perhaps they would come to rely on them.

“You…” Yang Anshi was really angered, pointing her finger at Yang Baichuan, her mouth opened but not a word came out.

“Ah!” Yang Peili subconsciously wanted to run, but then he heard a thud.

The just-standing Yang Anshi fell down again, saliva dribbling from her mouth.

“Old lady…” Yang Peili was startled and hurried over to help, but she was too heavy, and he couldn’t lift her right away, so he turned his head to call Yang Baichuan.

“Mother…” Yang Baichuan was also scared, he glared at his wife then helped his father lift the old woman into the room, and then sent Yang Ruban to call Li Yi.

Li Yi hadn’t gone far.

Hearing the call, although reluctant, he still went back.

Yang Anshi had another stroke.

“Old uncle,” Li Yi sighed, “Auntie had a stroke once before, and she recovered well.

But this time, I’m afraid…”

Yang Peili sighed.

Feng Caie also sighed, feeling nothing about Yang Anshi’s stroke, knowing that the old woman’s antics would once again foil their plans to divide the house.

At this time, Yang Ruxin had already returned to her own home, Xun Hui wore a look of wanting to ask questions but daring not to, which Yang Ruxin totally ignored, commanding the family members to begin moving instead.

Because there was no need to move large furniture and only taking small valuable items, even without the assistance of a vehicle, everyone felt it was manageable.

Even Sini and the others, each carrying a basin or holding a couple of bowls, didn’t find it tiring to run back and forth.

“Gu Qingheng, I’ve kept a room for you.

Will you go live there?” Yang Ruxin asked while sitting in the courtyard, overseeing the move, inquiring of Gu Qingheng.

“Do you want me to go?” Gu Qingheng smiled.

“Of course,” Yang Ruxin nodded, “But, that might draw criticism for you, so, I’m not sure if you…”

“Criticisms that I’m a kept man?” Gu Qingheng’s eyebrows moved slightly.

Yang Ruxin nodded: “I know you’re not…”

“Actually…

being a kept man isn’t so bad; I kind of like it…” Gu Qingheng raised his hand to his chin, “After all, so many people want to support me.

You’ve said it too, so I might as well reluctantly agree…”