Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside-Chapter 62 - has no right to interfere

62: 62 has no right to interfere

62: 62 has no right to interfere

Ma Donghua, upon hearing Su Xiaofeng’s words, raised her voice significantly, “Xiaofeng, what do you mean by that?

Who do you think I’m doing this for?” It’s for you and your elder brother.

Sure, our words just now might have been harsh, making you feel uncomfortable, but since you are pregnant with Liu An’s child, you obviously should marry him.

If you don’t marry him, do you expect to give birth at your parental home and stay there forever?”

If you think about not getting married, staying at your parental home forever, you have to see if she agrees to that too.

“Xiaofeng,” Su Guisheng took up the conversation, “Either you get married, or you leave this house.

If you plan to have the child at your parental home, I will be the first to disagree.

I might have been adopted by your second granduncle, but when your grandfather died, he also allocated a part of the heritage to me and instructed me to support your elder brother.

If the elder brother dares not manage you, I definitely will step in.”

He was indeed adopted, which also meant he had a say in both families.

“Uncle, when my dad nearly lost his life working on the construction site, you did nothing about it.

Yet, you focus relentlessly on my business; your involvement is truly touching,” Su Xiaofeng scoffed coldly.

Getting involved also has to see if the person has the right to do so.

“In my memory, Granduncle, Uncle, and Auntie, your family has done virtually nothing for our home except to come over to reap benefits.

Now you say you want to manage me, do you even have the right?”

Upon hearing this, the second granduncle got furious, slamming the table as he stood up, “Insolent, aren’t you?

Daring to talk back to me like this.

What do you mean by reaping benefits?

The things left by your elder brother originally included a portion for your uncle.

It’s only right for your uncle to reclaim it.”

Su Xiaofeng, this damned girl, used to be timid in their presence, never daring to speak loudly, and now she’s shouting and jeering at them.

Has she eaten the courage of a tiger?

Su Guisheng stood his ground, equally assertive, “Right, I am his blood brother, whatever is in this house, I have a right to a part of it.

Even your grandparents, when they were alive, saw it the same way.”

“Yes, when it comes to collecting things from home, you speak as a brother and a son.

Uncle, I remember you were adopted into the second granduncle’s family at the age of five.

Is it because the second granduncle is not leaving you any heritage, that you are so intent on coming back here to reap benefits?” There’s a saying, if you speak nicely to me, I can be nice too.

They started speaking harshly first, now they shouldn’t blame her for her harsh words.

Some people, unless you say those harsh words, think you are afraid of them.

Su Old Guaizi used to indulge them, but she certainly won’t indulge them.

They can manage what they should manage, but what they shouldn’t manage, they shouldn’t think about invoking familial affection to get their way anymore.

“Of course, all my properties will be left to Guisheng,” the second granduncle said loudly.

“We came here today not to discuss the properties but to talk about you; don’t spout nonsense here, making a laughingstock out of us to the villagers.”

Guisheng is now his son, and naturally, everything of his belongs to Guisheng.

But Guisheng is also Guaizi’s blood brother.

What’s wrong with a brother taking some things from his elder brother’s house?

That’s why they say, a little girl is just a little girl, completely foolish.

“Me?” Su Xiaofeng laughed when she heard the second granduncle’s words, a laugh that held a look of disdain as the second granduncle slightly frowned.

“I want to ask the second granduncle, from childhood to now, whether you bought me a single piece of clothing, provided me with a bowl of rice, or looked after me for even a day.

I neither ate your family’s rice nor wore your family’s clothes; what right do you have to manage me?”

Still thinking about managing her?

Impossible.