HLnovel Chapter 239 This is from eating rat poison
Chapter 239 This is from eating rat poison
"Deng Xiuzhen, how could you be so ruthless! You have no conscience at all! I'm severing ties with you, and I no longer consider you my sister!" Deng Xiumei was furious: How could Deng Xiuzhen disregard her own family? How could she not believe her brother?
"Fine, now we have no relationship whatsoever. If we meet again, just pretend we don't know each other," Deng Xiuzhen said coldly. She had long since given up on having a sister like this.
“Okay, since that’s the case, we’re selling this house for 10,000, so you can contribute 10,000!” Deng Xiumei shouted loudly.
"Ten thousand? I don't want ten thousand." Deng Xiuzhen sneered.
"You!" Deng Xiumei exclaimed angrily.
"This is where your parents have lived their whole lives, and you grew up here too. Six thousand it is, but after you buy it, Dad has to continue living here!" When a person has only one goal in mind, they become smarter—that's really true. At this moment, Deng Chunsheng's mind suddenly became much sharper in order to swindle money from Deng Xiuzhen.
His words dispelled Deng Xiuzhen's doubts: this was exactly what the Deng brothers would do—demand the money, continue to take advantage, and feel it was perfectly justified.
The doubts were dispelled, but caution was still necessary. After all, Deng Chunlin and his gang had tricked him too many times, to the point that suspicion was seeping into his very bones.
“Okay, sell it to me, and I’ll let Dad continue living there until he passes away.” Deng Xiuzhen readily agreed.
"Then give me the money, and we'll go and complete the formalities tomorrow." Deng Chunsheng said, looking Deng Xiuzhen and Qin Yanlin up and down, trying to see if they had brought any money.
"I'll complete the formalities tomorrow, and I'll pay tomorrow." Deng Xiuzhen looked back.
"You have to pay a deposit, right? Otherwise I'll sell it to Sixth Brother." Seeing Deng Xiuzhen's insistence, Deng Chunsheng knew he definitely wouldn't get the six thousand, so he figured he might as well cut corners.
“Either we sign the contract and complete the formalities now and I’ll pay, or we can talk about it tomorrow. If he’s willing to offer six thousand, then you can sell it to him. I won’t pay the deposit,” Deng Xiuzhen replied after a moment’s thought.
"Then come back tomorrow!" Deng Chunsheng was furious and really wanted to turn on him on the spot. But the thought of Deng Chunlin running off with the money meant for his mother's funeral made him angry: although he cared about his reputation, he wasn't stupid, and of course he didn't believe that someone as shrewd as Deng Chunlin could lose money on the train.
Moreover, Xiao Zhen also told him that if he continued to be so stubborn about saving face and neglect her and their child, she would divorce him! He was over thirty when he got married and had a child, and he couldn't afford to gamble.
He didn't say anything because he knew he definitely wouldn't get the money back.
However, he lost his job, had no money, and was in debt, especially high-interest loans. If he didn't pay them back, even if he fled to Sichuan or abroad, Deng Liu'er and his gang would find him, and he would likely suffer a fate worse than death...
Just when he didn't know what to do, Deng Liu'er gave him an idea: sell the house and the land.
After selling his house and land, he took the money and moved with his wife and children to Xiaozhen's parents' home to settle down.
As for Deng Kaihuai, who was bedridden and needed care, he could only be left to Deng Xiumei. Since Deng Xiumei was willing to help, let her help him to the end.
So now he's making as much money as he can.
Neither Deng Xiuzhen nor Deng Xiumei knew what Deng Chunsheng was thinking. Hearing what Deng Chunsheng said, Deng Xiuzhen didn't say anything more and turned to leave.
Watching Deng Xiuzhen's retreating figure, Deng Liu'er thought about what Deng Chunsheng had done and what Deng Xiuzhen had said. He pulled Deng Chunsheng directly into the house, without letting Deng Xiumei know what he wanted to do, only saying that he had something to discuss with Deng Chunsheng.
Then Deng Chunsheng took the contract and his ID card and the two went straight to the village committee, where the village officials signed the contract as witnesses.
With everything settled and the house and land to be handed over three days later, Deng Liu'er finally left with peace of mind.
Deng Xiumei grumbled and cursed Deng Xiuzhen for an entire afternoon and half the night until she finally stopped because she was too sleepy.
The next day, Deng Chunsheng packed his bags as planned and left with Xiao Zhen and the child. He told Deng Xiumei that he was going to work in the city and asked her to take care of his father. He promised to pay Deng Xiumei a living allowance regularly.
As for selling the house and land, Deng Chunsheng only said that he would not sell them and that he would find a way to raise money to pay off his debts.
Deng Xiumei was moved to tears: This younger brother is filial and reliable. All her help and everything she did was worthwhile.
She carried and lifted them to the village entrance before rushing home to tidy up and take care of Deng Kaihuai.
The next day, when Deng Xiuzhen came again, she was not even allowed to enter the house. She was met with a barrage of insults from Deng Xiumei on the edge of the threshing ground, who chased her away for two miles with a broom.
Deng Xiuzhen didn't see Deng Chunsheng, and seeing Deng Xiumei acting like this, she simply gave up and went home. Although this whole thing seemed unusual and there was definitely something wrong, she couldn't communicate with Deng Xiumei or resolve the issue, so she figured she might as well let her be.
Two peaceful days passed. On the third day, Deng Liu'er came to collect the house and land as agreed.
Deng Xiumei was dumbfounded: When did Deng Chunsheng sell the house and land? How come she had no idea?
She immediately tried to call Deng Chunsheng, but couldn't get through. Unbeknownst to her, Deng Chunsheng had already gone to Sichuan, and the couple had changed their phone numbers, wanting nothing more to do with her or any other member of the Deng family.
Helpless, Deng Xiumei could only call Deng Chunlin. She couldn't just move away like that; her father had nowhere to go.
Should I move to my old house? We're divorced; the man and child went to the city, but my former in-laws are still in the countryside. What if I brought my father there myself?
My ex-in-laws would yell at me three times a day with a cutting board and a cleaver! And how would my dad and I make a living?
Deng Chunlin berated her: "Are you dead?! You were there when Chunsheng sold the house and land and you knew nothing about it? Why don't you just die of stupidity?!"
Deng Chunlin roared at her over the phone, demanding compensation.
She mumbled that she hadn't seen the money and had no money to compensate.
"Why don't you just die!" Deng Chunlin roared, almost deafening Deng Xiumei.
Hearing the dial tone, Deng Xiumei was completely dumbfounded.
"Move out now! The house has already been sold to me, how can you still occupy it?" Deng Liu'er had no pity for Deng Xiumei. Not to mention that he had no compassion to begin with, even if he did, he wouldn't give it to such a stupid person.
Deng Xiumei's greatest skill was teaching Deng Xiuzhen a lesson. She was basically helpless against others, let alone those who were in the right. She could only obey them.
She packed her things while tears streamed down her face.
Now the only option is to bring Dad to our own home.
"Dad?!" Deng Xiumei's cry was so shrill that it drew the attention of the village officials and Deng Liu'er, who rushed in.
"She's eaten rat poison! Quick! Get her to the hospital!" In the past, there were often women in the village who couldn't make ends meet and would try to commit suicide by drinking pesticide or eating rat poison. Every time, they would cause a scene in the village. The village chief had seen it all and was experienced. He could tell at a glance that Deng Kaihuai had eaten poison.