Ci Jinzhi

  After hearing the maidservant's report, the old lady thought she had heard wrongly: "Master and Biao girl?"

"yes."

  The old lady couldn't help but frowned.

  Why did Qingqing and Boss come here together?

   Did something happen again?

  In the heart of the old lady, the granddaughter has long been no longer a docile and obedient sheep, but has become a hedgehog, who will stab someone if she doesn't like her.

"please come in."

   Soon the muslin cotton curtain was raised, and Duan Shaoqing and Xin You walked in.

   Duan Shaoqing was in front, with a gloomy expression; Xin You was behind, showing no emotion on his face.

   "Mother, Qingqing and I are here to discuss something with you."

  Duan Shaoqing spoke normally, but his face was not good-looking. The old lady knew that the matter was not easy, so she signaled the servants in the house to leave.

   "What's the matter?" The old lady pulled the thin blanket aside to cover her lap.

  Duan Shaoqing glanced at Xin You, and said coldly: "Qingqing said that she is old, and wants to get back the money her parents left her, and take care of it herself in the future."

  After Duan Shaoqing finished speaking, the old lady's expression changed, she stared at Xin You and asked, "Qingqing, is that what you told your uncle?"

  Xin You nodded: "Yes."

  The old lady took a deep breath and suppressed the anger that was rushing into her forehead: "Qingqing, why did you suddenly think of this? Did your uncle say something that made you unhappy?"

  As long as the old lady wants to come, even if the granddaughter has the idea of ​​asking for money back home, she should go to her directly. Now go to the son first, it is very likely that the son has made this girl unhappy, and he is venting his anger by taking the money home.

   "Uncle is fine." Xin You said with a half-smile.

   "Qingqing, why don't you sit outside for a while, and I'll talk to your grandmother first." Duan Shaoqing saw that the old lady was still harboring illusions, so she decided to talk to her mother first.

  Instead of worrying about what this girl thinks, it's better to discuss how much money to spend to keep her stable.

   "Okay." Xin You readily agreed.

   Seeing her walking out, Duan Shaoqing said: "Leave that manuscript."

  Xin You paused, and very cooperatively took out the manuscript from the box and handed it to Duan Shaoqing, and walked out through the curtain.

  The heavy curtain swayed slightly, but soon returned to stillness.

   Facing her son, the old lady was more straightforward: "What's going on? Are you making Qingqing unhappy?"

  Duan Shaoqing smiled wryly and handed over the manuscript: "Mom, let's read this first."

  The old lady took the manuscript and read it with doubts. The more she looked at it, the more ugly her face became.

   "Where did this come from?" After reading it, the old lady threw the manuscript on the table.

  Duan Shaoqing glanced at the door: "Where else did it come from? Qingqing wrote it."

   "What did she mean by writing this?"

  Duan Shaoqing sighed: "Mother, can't you imagine that she is threatening us with this to get back those properties."

  The old lady was not very happy to hear the word "we": "It was originally left to her by your sister and brother-in-law, but it was just young Ji Xiao, and I kept it for her."

  How could it be called "threatening us", she never thought that the money belonged to her son. Of course, if Qingqing married her cousin, the money would not go out of Shaoqing's mansion.

  Thinking about this, the old lady became furious: "If it wasn't for Mrs. Qiao's mess, why did the trouble become like this!"

  Duan Shaoqing's face was embarrassing: "Then what does mother mean to hand over all those belongings to Qingqing?"

   "How can this work." The old lady blurted out objection, "How can she manage so much money as a little girl, so we have to wait until she leaves the cabinet."

  The old lady is determined to keep her granddaughter at home, so that these belongings will not be cheap to outsiders. In the worst case, if the granddaughter gets married, only a part of it is needed, which is enough for the granddaughter to get out of the court in a prosperous way.

  So in the old lady's plan, when the granddaughter is not married, she will not hand over the property to anyone, including her son, daughter-in-law, and Kou Qingqing, the real owner of the property.

   "I'm afraid it's up to my mother to decide..." Duan Shaoqing immediately said Xin You's threats.

  The old lady was stunned, and slowly turned her eyes to the door: "Qingqing really said that?"

   "Would my son add fuel to this kind of thing? You only look at her when she is well-behaved, but in fact, she has been well-behaved in the past few months because she has been satisfied. How can she make a fuss when she is dissatisfied? Have you forgotten?"

  Xin You's achievements quickly flashed through the old lady's mind, and she was at a loss for words.

   "This manuscript is really going to spread, and my son's official career may be over." Duan Shaoqing's face was gloomy, and he was really panicking with hatred in his heart. "I just wanted to discuss with my mother how much money I should give out."

  The expression on the old lady's face kept changing, no matter how reluctant she was, she knew the seriousness. She gritted her teeth and said, "Give her one hundred thousand taels of silver."

   "One hundred thousand?" Duan Shaoqing's voice trembled with distress, "Is one hundred thousand a little too much? A few days ago, I just gave her 20,000 taels to buy a bookstore."

  The old lady understands the little girl’s thoughts better than her son: "It is precisely because she gave 20,000 to buy the bookstore, and now she wants to take home the money. Can she believe that she only has 30,000 to 50,000 taels?"

  Different from Duan Shaoqing, who had murderous intentions, the old lady still held the expectation of her granddaughter and grandson getting closer, and didn't want to make the relationship stiff.

   "According to mother's will."

  After the mother and son discussed it, Duan Shaoqing called Xinyou in.

   "One hundred thousand taels?" Xin You frowned when the old lady said the amount.

  Duan Shaoqing was angry.

   One hundred thousand taels is still too little, the dead girl is really greedy!

The old lady was also unhappy with Xin You's reaction, but she didn't show it on her face: "I didn't give it all to you, my grandmother left some. Qingqing, you are still young after all, and you took all the money left by your parents to tens of thousands of dollars." If something goes wrong, doesn’t that mean there’s no escape route? What grandma left behind for you is also a guarantee for you.”

  Xin You listened silently, wanting to applaud the old lady's words.

   What a brilliant tongue.

  Fortunately, she had seen the account book from Nanny Fang a long time ago, otherwise she would have to let the people in the Shaoqing Mansion say whatever they wanted.

   "I'm afraid I kept some." Xin You emphasized the word "some", and put the box she brought in front of the old lady.

  The box is used to hold the manuscript, and the manuscript has been taken out just now, and it has become an empty box.

  The old lady and Duan Shaoqing couldn't help staring at the box. Xin You opened the lid of the box, lifted the fine flannel cloth on the bottom of the box, and took out the booklet that was pressed at the bottom.

   "Grandmother, please have a look." Xin You handed the brochure to the old lady.

  The young girl has slender fingers, holding a thin booklet, with a vague smile on her lips.

  The old lady didn't move for a while, Duan Shaoqing couldn't help but took the booklet and opened it quickly.

  Xin You didn't care who read the thin pages of the account book first, but was curious about the mother and son's reaction after reading the account book.

   Duan Shaoqing was dumbfounded when he saw the detailed records in the brochure.

   Seeing this, the old lady took the booklet from him and flipped through it.