GBP Chapter 707 They really don't care about this little thing.
Chapter 707 They really don't care about this little thing.
"Really? Wasn't it supposed to have some historical and cultural significance?"
Fu Leyi: "Our street has historical and cultural significance, but there isn't any nearby. When the surrounding area is demolished and replaced with high-rise buildings and wide roads, our place will become an old, dilapidated mess."
"Well... that's still a long way off."
“It’s getting late. Look at how fast things have developed in the last few years, especially in the last year or two. Skyscrapers are springing up everywhere, and there will be even more in the future. This house isn’t a celebrity’s former residence; we can’t keep it. If you don’t want to move now, you’ll have to move sooner or later.”
"Then we can move to a new house in the city. There's no need to move to such a remote place, is there? I really don't understand you. Why build a villa in such a remote place?"
Fu Leyi's lips twitched. "Mom, what are you saying? Why not do it in the suburbs? Are you kidding me? There's no way villas will be approved in this kind of location. And you only think it's remote; in your eyes, everything outside this area is the suburbs. The place I chose may seem remote to you now, but that area has the best development prospects. You can't just think about the present; you have to think long-term."
Zhang Fangfang, "You're starting to look down on me?"
"Mom, it's time for you to change your mindset."
After being rebuked, Zhang Fangfang fell silent. She had to admit that times were indeed changing very quickly.
Fu Xingwei would sometimes tell her that his judgment was not as good as his daughter's.
Well, the future is destined for the young. Whatever she says goes. I won't say anything more; I'll just enjoy the good life.
Fu Leyi left, and the boy followed her away.
"Sister, it's almost Chinese New Year, and I..."
"I know you're going back to your hometown for the Chinese New Year. When are you leaving? Have your assistant book your plane ticket."
"Oh, thank you, sister. I'll come back as soon as possible after the New Year."
Fu Leyi tossed an envelope to the driver, "Take this to Pan Xiaohua."
"Yes, Miss."
It was something from Pan Hong again. Even though she never accepted them, and he knew she never accepted them, Pan Hong still sent them anyway.
The driver handed the items to Pan Xiaohua, who sighed, feeling a mix of emotions.
She already has several envelopes piled up here.
Did Miss Fu say anything?
"No."
The driver always helped Fu Leyi deliver envelopes. One time, when he came to deliver an envelope, he saw Pan Xiaohua carrying a large bag of goods, gritting her teeth as she walked. She stepped on a banana peel and fell heavily to the ground, crushed by the goods, wincing in pain.
He quickly went to help, moving the goods away and helping her up.
Her knee was swollen and a large patch of skin was scraped off her elbow, but she didn't utter a sound.
That day he took her to the hospital, and from then on he became acquainted with Pan Xiaohua.
Later, he would come to help them move goods every time he had a vacation, and the two gradually developed an ambiguous relationship.
"Xiaohua, why don't you call your second brother and tell him to stop sending letters? The young lady has a new boyfriend, so he has no chance. Besides, the young lady hasn't opened any of the envelopes he sent."
Pan Xiaohua nodded. "I know. I told him that Miss Fu didn't read his letter and asked him not to send it again, but he wouldn't listen."
The driver sighed and said, "What he's doing isn't repentance, it's just relentless pestering."
"Hmm." Pan Xiaohua said helplessly, "I'll talk to him again."
"Alright, I can't stay long today. Miss has a business meeting to discuss this afternoon, so I'll be leaving now."
"Okay, Yang Feng, thank you."
Yang Feng ruffled her hair. "Don't be so polite. Take good care of yourself and don't overwork yourself."
That evening, Pan Xiaohua called her second brother, Pan Hong.
They got in touch after he came back once last year for Chinese New Year.
Of course, we don't usually keep in touch; we only call each other when something comes up.
The phone number belonged to a small shop; Pan Hong must live nearby.
After calling, I asked for Pan Hong. The other party told me to wait a moment, and soon Pan Hong came over.
"Xiaohua, what's wrong?"
Pan Xiaohua took a deep breath and said, "Second brother, you'd better not send anything to Miss Fu. She really doesn't care about that little bit of money. She's a big boss, and even her driver earns more than you."
After getting to know Yang Feng, she roughly learned about his income.
Yang Feng's driver and bodyguard earned an astonishingly high income.
My second brother isn't even as good as the driver next to someone else, so how could he possibly care about that little bit of money?
"You got it again?" Pan Hong asked.
"Yes, she didn't take any, she gave them all to me."
The other person was silent for a moment, then said, "Whether she accepts it or not, I should give it to her."
Pan Xiaohua was speechless. "Is it meaningful for you to keep bothering her like this? Don't you know that she already has someone else?"
Pan Hong's expression changed.
Pan Xiaohua continued, "She's a minor celebrity, very pretty, and very obedient to Miss Fu. To put it bluntly, someone of Miss Fu's status would only be able to be charmed by you when she was just starting to fall in love. She only met you when she was at her lowest point in her life. She's already gotten through her worst period, do you think she would still be interested in you?"
“She…” Pan Hong’s voice was a little hoarse, “Which minor celebrity?”
Pan Xiaohua told him which drama he would be playing as the second male lead.
Pan Hong unconsciously clenched his fist.
Pan Xiaohua then said, "Second brother, you've always been after their money, why bother?"
Pan Hong immediately replied, "Who told me I was only after the money?"
Pan Xiaohua suddenly smiled, "Have you forgotten what you, your mother, and your older brother were planning?"
Pan Hong was startled and couldn't utter a single word of rebuttal.
"You can even abandon your own flesh and blood, tell me what kind of person you are."
"I……"
"Alright, phone calls are expensive, I'm not going to listen to your excuses. You, big brother, and mother, I hate you the most, do you know why?"
Pan Hong asked in a trembling voice, "Why?"
"Because Mother just wants to control her wealthy daughter-in-law, and my eldest brother is just greedy. Everything they did was to seize Miss Fu's family fortune; they're utterly wicked. But you're different. You not only want money, you also want to rip out someone's heart, and then you stubbornly refuse to admit it. Mother, who was so stubborn, even pleaded guilty in court, but you still won't admit it. You're not after money? If you're not after money, what do you mean by exchanging your daughter?"
After saying that, without listening to his explanation, Pan Xiaohua hung up the phone.
Pan Hong, pale-faced, returned to his rented room and cried.
What was his motivation?
What was his motive?
He listened to his mother and switched the child. What does it have to do with him that his nephew got the property?
In those years, he used the start-up capital given to him by his father-in-law to supplement his family's income, and with that money, his family built the biggest and best house in the whole village.
He couldn't live there himself, and he didn't spend a penny.
He's greedy; whose pockets did all that money end up in?