Green Tea Enters The Story Of Abuse [Book] Chapter 14
byChapter 14 What Kind of Divine Life Is This?
An Yu made the call specifically from the restroom, keeping his voice low and the atmosphere extremely tense.
An Pinghai couldn’t help but panic, also lowering his voice: “What exactly is wrong?”
An Yu: “I overheard Xing Zhan talking to his assistant, saying that I am far inferior to Big Brother. He also said that this wedding caused the Xing Family to lose face completely, and that you are clinging to the betrothal gifts and still daring to rush him for cooperation, which is utterly absurd.”
An Pinghai’s old face flushed.
An Yu: “The assistant said you are short-sighted. If the two families cooperate, over three to five years, the An Family’s profit would be several times the value of the betrothal gifts.”
An Pinghai’s breathing quickened: “Several times?”
Those betrothal gifts were worth hundreds of millions!
An Yu: “Xing Zhan also said he wants to annul the marriage. Dad, Xing Zhan hasn’t touched me yet. Old Master Xing’s illness has improved greatly recently, he won’t need me soon…”
After scaring An Pinghai, he lied that someone was coming and hung up the phone. He raised an eyebrow smugly; the old coot should be too terrified to sleep tonight.
Before sleeping, An Yu told Xing Zhan that he had hinted to An Pinghai that there would be no cooperation if he didn’t return the betrothal gifts.
The Little Orange Cat had recently gained weight and felt wonderful to pet.
He “melancholically” stroked the Little Orange Cat’s fur: “I hope Dad realizes his mistake…”
Xing Zhan suddenly wanted to rub his head. His fingers twitched, but he didn’t do anything in the end: “You worked hard.”
An Yu shook his head.
He didn’t like a tragic atmosphere, so after a bit of “Green Tea Arts,” he “strove” to cheer up: “Grandpa is being discharged tomorrow. He said the Old Manor is huge and asked me to bring the cat over to play.”
The Little Orange Cat was growing quickly, changing almost daily.
After it was no longer so thin, An Yu took it to the hospital a few times, and Old Master Xing grew very fond of it.
Xing Zhan took out his phone and transferred money to An Yu: “A reward.”
An Yu, seeing the text message alert for a seventy thousand deposit: “…That much?”
Xing Zhan: “Fatty’s appearance fee. It also contributed to Grandpa’s quick recovery. The extra ten thousand is your reward.”
He had wanted to give An Yu money for a long time, for that pitiful twelve thousand.
An Yu pinched the Little Orange Cat’s paw pads: “Twenty thousand for one appearance fee, that’s amazing!”
He liked handsome faces, and he liked large sums of money. Now, a handsome face was giving him large sums of money. What kind of divine life was this?
An Yu couldn’t help but laugh out loud, looking up to ask Xing Zhan: “Is there an appearance fee for going to the Old Manor too?”
When he looked up, his eyes had a particularly bright curve.
Xing Zhan, leaning against the headboard, lowered his gaze: “Yes.”
The money given to the cat was actually meant for the person. He realized An Yu was a little money grubber; receiving money made him happy.
An Yu feigned greed: “Then I’ll go once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and then again in the evening for dinner…”
Xing Zhan: “You can.”
Seeing that he was serious, An Yu felt a little embarrassed: “I was just joking. Fatty doesn’t need an appearance fee; what you’ve given me is already enough.”
He got along extremely well with the elderly man, and the care and education he received couldn’t be measured by money.
If it had to be defined, it was probably a wonderful fate.
However, since the money had already been given this time, the God of Wealth would be unhappy if he returned it, right?
An Yu happily clicked to receive the transfer: “Thank you, Brother. Don’t do this again~”
Watching him shake his head inside the blanket, Xing Zhan couldn’t help but curve his lips.
Four days later, An Pinghai contacted Xing Zhan.
An Pinghai spoke righteously: “An Yu snatched his brother’s marriage, and I was angry, so I withheld the betrothal gifts to teach him a lesson. Now that I think about it, keeping the betrothal gifts with me is inappropriate.”
Xing Zhan: “It is inappropriate.”
His tone was cold. An Pinghai thought, ‘That was close.’ If An Yu hadn’t informed him in time, perhaps in a few days the An Family would have become a laughingstock, kicked aside by the Xing Family.
The An Family had substituted the person first, and the marriage period was short; the betrothal gifts would have to be returned in full.
By then, they would have gained nothing and offended the Xing Family.
An Pinghai quickly said: “However, An Yu is far inferior to his brother and is unworthy of the betrothal gifts you gave. How about this: give him one-third of the gifts for his personal use, and you take the rest back. Consider it compensation for the change in the marriage partner.”
He was pained by the betrothal gifts, but he was even more pained if all the betrothal gifts went to An Yu.
Returning two-thirds of the gifts directly to Xing Zhan neither benefited An Yu nor displeased Xing Zhan—killing two birds with one stone.
Xing Zhan: “CEO An is generous. It makes one look at you with new respect.”
An Pinghai: “The cooperation we discussed earlier…”
Xing Zhan: “I was busy a while ago, but I have time recently. After the matter of the betrothal gifts is settled, I will invite CEO An for tea.”
An Pinghai thought of the huge future profits and repeatedly agreed.
When An Shi learned that Xing Zhan had invited An Pinghai for tea, he said he wanted to go too: “You always say I’m immature and useless. I want to follow you more and learn from you, and also learn from CEO Xing. I’m only three years younger than him; how much worse can I be?”
He didn’t know why, but although he still liked Zhao Xiuyuan, he also wanted to get closer to Xing Zhan. Perhaps it was seeking to emulate the virtuous.
An Pinghai remembered what An Yu had said—that Xing Zhan hadn’t touched him—and agreed.
Later, An Pinghai and his wife packed up the betrothal gifts. The items that had been displayed and those worn on the wrist hurt especially much when they were put away.
Wu Yuan came to inventory the gifts. After bringing them back, disinfecting them, and returning them to storage, he handed the gift register to Xing Zhan: “Not a single item missing.”
It was a weekend, the weather was clear, and the sunlight was bright.
An Yu flipped through the betrothal gift catalog, feeling quite pleased.
So many good things. It was a good thing An Pinghai hadn’t monopolized them, or he would wake up angry even in his sleep.
Xing Zhan transferred another sum of money to An Yu: “Compensation for retrieving the betrothal gifts.”
An Yu suspected Xing Zhan had pressed an extra zero.
Xing Zhan saw his eyes wide and round and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow slightly: “The capable do more work. When you leave here in the future, you will have the capital to live well.”
An Yu thought, ‘Am I acting as a middleman earning a price difference?’
He was earning too aggressively!
However, as a child who cared about his parents’ favoritism, it wasn’t good to show too much happiness.
An Yu sighed: “You’re right. When we divorce, they definitely won’t look kindly on me. It’s good to have money. Fatty and I won’t starve to death.”
Xing Zhan said: “You won’t starve.”
As partners, even after divorce, he wouldn’t stand by and watch An Yu be bullied, let alone starve.
At the An Family,
After the betrothal gifts were returned to the Xing Family, An Pinghai and his wife felt their home was much emptier, less luxurious, and no longer received the envious praise of guests, which made them very uncomfortable.
An Shi was pained and angry. The entire An Family would be his in the future, and now a huge sum had vanished into thin air…
Fortunately, An Yu still had one-third, and he was still obedient to his parents.
An Shi said: “If it weren’t for us, how could An Yu have made such a fortune? He doesn’t know the value of the goods and has no taste. The items would be wasted in his hands. It’s better to take them back and show filial respect to you.”
An Pinghai thought the same and contacted An Yu, saying he had done well in reporting the news and inviting him to dinner.
An Yu didn’t tell Xing Zhan about this.
His grievances with the An Family involved his boss, which was inappropriate.
The day of the dinner, An Yu entered and found An Pinghai, his wife, and An Shi all present. An Shi was in a good mood, clearly plotting something malicious.
It was indeed a trap.
Although he didn’t know what they were planning this time, An Yu liked interacting with them. Every interaction allowed him to reclaim some interest for the Original Host.
An Shi felt An Yu looked even better and was well-dressed, but the look in his eyes was indifferent, lacking any trace of reverence.
He couldn’t help but mock: “You’re living well, yet you don’t even ask if Mom and Dad are doing alright recently.”
Father An immediately put on a distressed face.
Mother An immediately sighed heavily.
An Yu knew that if it were the Original Host, he would definitely rush to show concern and even offer everything he had.
He just felt an itch in his hand. He walked angrily up to An Shi and skillfully slapped him across the face: “I wasn’t home. Is this how you take care of Mom and Dad?”