Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies-Chapter 124 - 120 The Rong Wenze Family Feels Really Down on Their Luck

Chapter 124: Chapter 120 The Rong Wenze Family Feels Really Down on Their Luck

As soon as Rong Wenze was reminded of his deceased father, his face turned extremely grim.

Rong Yan, observing his expression, snorted with sarcasm, "Indeed, the most despicable are invincible in this world. If it’s not his own, he assumes ownership over time."

"What do you mean ’your family’s’? Everything that belonged to my father also belongs to me, besides, my mother still lives with me. My mother has a share in this house, what’s wrong with me living here?"

"Why explain so much to me? Whoever has the deed owns the house. We have the deed, so naturally, it belongs to us. I can smash up my own house... I’m happy to do it, how about that? Is that not allowed?"

Rong Manman could tell from the expression on her father’s face that the house indeed ended up under her uncle’s name.

This infuriated her.

Such an important family matter, and no one had bothered to mention it to her.

Of course, she wasn’t going to let the house go, so she stepped forward, "What do you mean by ’your family’s’? The windows were installed by my family; the kitchen stuff was bought by us. Ever since I have memories, our family has lived there, and my dad has supported Grandma, so naturally, the house belongs to us."

"Tsk, your dad supported her? Did even ten yuan a month reach her stomach? My dad gave ten yuan a month, that’s a third of a worker’s monthly wage. With that ten yuan, it’s almost as if my family is supporting everyone in your family!"

"Living in the house my grandfather left for my dad, eating the ten yuan my dad provides every month, huh, it’s like being provided with room and board all year round!"

Rong Manman was red with frustration, yet couldn’t come up with any rebuttal.

Additionally, this despicable woman not only grew stronger during her time in the countryside, but her tongue had also become much sharper. How could she outtalk Manman before?

Rong Yan ignored her.

She turned to look at Grandma Rong, "Grandma, being fair is important, although fingers have different lengths, one must not be overly biased."

"What Grandma Rong? I’m your grandmother." Grandma Rong was furious to be addressed in such a manner.

Rong Yan looked at her indifferently, "Not anymore, because you don’t deserve it. I might have overlooked your past actions, but you bringing your son and daughter today and almost killing my dad with stress—that I cannot accept. So, please, stop claiming any relation to us."

Grandma Rong’s face went from ashen to livid.

She had always believed she was right.

"Your father... he only has a few days left..."

Rong Yan’s gaze turned icy, her voice even sharper,

"Even if he had only one day or half a day left, it would not give you any reason to wish him dead. Every drop of blood he coughed up today... is cold, hard proof of your ruthlessness."

"Moreover, not only can my dad live, but he will also live a healthy life because his illness can be cured now."

"What are you saying? He can be cured?" Grandma Rong was in disbelief.

"That’s impossible, the doctors said he was beyond help... Mom, don’t listen to her nonsense." Rong Wenze certainly hoped his older brother would die; then the house would completely belong to him.

Besides, it wasn’t his fault his elder brother was ill.

What did he have to feel guilty about?

All things considered, he was still the most filial, given he would continue to support his old mother.

The Rong Family’s house wasn’t going to be passed down to grandsons, was it supposed to be given to a mere girl?

Rong Manman also didn’t believe her uncle could recover, after all, even doctors had stated so. If he could be saved, why would the hospital send him home to die?

She maliciously thought... once her uncle died, who would protect Rong Yan, that despicable woman?

"I’m not here to discuss this with you. The police didn’t call you here to waste public resources." Rong Yan turned to the officers, "Comrades, you may begin, we shouldn’t delay your work."

Listening to her, one would indeed think she was quite reasonable.

This infuriated Rong Manman even more.

Where had this despicable woman picked up such eloquence? It wasn’t like she simply went to the countryside; she must have been secretly educated by some expert.

Rong Wenze was also furious; had it not been a police station, he would have severely beaten this wretched girl.

At this moment, it seemed he had forgotten that he couldn’t best her.

The policemen nodded their heads; they were quite fond of Rong Yan because she spoke sensibly.

"Okay, all of you come with us..."

Rong Wenze: ...

Rong Manman: ...

Grandma Rong: ...

The most shocking part was that they discovered Rong Yan didn’t even need to be taken in—she simply went back to sipping tea from her cup.

Half an hour later, the trio came out.

Their faces looked awful.

They hadn’t expected Luo Jinhua’s involvement.

But Rong Manman was somewhat relieved because her case wasn’t too severe.

She had shifted all the blame onto her mother.

It was her mother’s idea.

Thus, aside from some criticism and losing her job,

she no longer needed to go to the countryside.

However, her reputation had been thoroughly damaged.

Grandma Rong’s face didn’t look too good either; despite her age, she was still subjected to criticism.

And the 200 yuan dowry must be paid back.

She had just received the money earlier, and it hadn’t even warmed in her hands yet–she was in agony over it.

As for Rong Wenze, there was no need to say anything further; it was a complete disaster for his family. Not only was the house smashed, but they were also essentially beaten for free.

Because for the twenty-plus years they lived there, he now had to pay rent proportionally, which would cover Rong Yan’s, the wretched girl’s, family medical bills, plus the support for his own mother.

In other words, if his big brother did survive, then the ten yuan a month was gone.

Even more galling was not just these things. The house he lived in... although it could continue to be occupied in consideration of the old lady, he would now have to pay monthly rent.

The house could only be inhabited until Grandma’s last day.

Meaning, if his mother were to suffer an accidental death tomorrow, his entire family would have to move out.

Considering this, he almost wanted to strangle Rong Yan, that wretched girl.

That wretched girl had become powerful, and yet had no problems.

Meanwhile, Rong Yan had exited from another side.

Rong Wenze seeing her, felt immense hatred, the sight of an enemy being exceedingly infuriating.

Rong Wenze, with bloodshot eyes, said, "Rong Yan, you show such great disrespect; aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

Rong Yan raised an eyebrow, "What should I fear? It’s you all who should be afraid, seeing as you all are the ones doing unscrupulous deeds. Anyway, take good care of that house, because if I see any damage or intentional destruction, you will have to compensate at full price."