I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 329: When Utterly Impoverished, All is Fair

Chapter 329: Chapter 329: When Utterly Impoverished, All is Fair

Wu Qianyun couldn’t give everything to her.

She couldn’t shortchange her own daughter-in-law or granddaughter. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Right, there was also the future daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law.

But according to Qiao Zhicai’s ideas, aside from leaving a bit for his granddaughter, everything else in these several chests belonged to his Qingyubao.

Of course, Wu Xiucai expressed wholehearted approval of Qiao Zhicai’s idea, but Wu Qianyun disagreed. If that were the case, rifts would emerge in the family. Niu Guili, no matter how magnanimous, couldn’t possibly disregard it.

And what about the eldest son, Qiao Genbao? Could he not desire the same?

After all, they were his wife and daughter.

Except maybe Qiao Mubao wouldn’t take it to heart.

So this matter couldn’t be handled in that way.

It could be said that when the family was impoverished, things were quite fair, but once money was involved, maintaining absolute equality was certainly not possible.

Of course, to Wu Xiucai, these weren’t issues. With his properties, his daughter and descendants would enjoy endless benefits.

Qiao Qingyu was also fond of these splendid items and was tempted by them.

Some couldn’t even be bought with money.

But she knew that she couldn’t monopolize them.

She didn’t mind, leaving the arrangements to her mother, ensuring she wouldn’t end up at a disadvantage.

Qiao Qingyu took a liking to a Purple Flower Smoke Jade Bracelet and chose a few other trinkets, though she didn’t ask for a Jade Pendant because the protective Buddha she currently wore around her neck was irreplaceable.

However, she did pick out an exceptionally fine, lustrous green Jade Pendant for Rongrong, tying it around the little girl’s neck with a silk cord.

Jade nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the jade; such Jade was beneficial for the little girl’s health.

Of course, Feifei was already wearing her Jade Pendant, and Niu Guili had a set of jewelry, all Jade, but she dared not wear them, fearing they would get knocked or damaged. Instead, she very much cherished the gold ring her husband had bought for her.

Wu Qianyun was very thorough in these aspects, and there was no need for Qiao Qingyu to remind her.

Qiao Qingyu just needed to take good care of herself.

On the morning of the first day of the lunar month, several members of the Wu Family staying in Yun City came over to give their New Year’s greetings.

Most of these people had been met before when they returned to the clan.

Wu Xiucai had means, and some elderly in the clan, relying on their age and seniority, attempted to gain his favor to move in. However, Wu Xiucai managed to dissuade them with just a few words, to the point where they never dared bring it up again.

Thus, their visit this time was merely as guests, daring not to covet the beautiful house.

That’s because this compound had always been the home of Wu Xiucai and Lin Wanjun; the Wu Family’s ancestral home had been sold long ago by the old clan head for fifty thousand silver coins.

After he’d become clan head, there was no possibility of him separating from the old clan head’s household. But he had purchased his own separate residence, and when leaving, entrusted the house to a friend.

He let his friend live here for free, and then, well, there were conditions. As long as the descendants of the Wu Family returned, of course, these descendants didn’t refer to Wu Xiujie’s line or the Old Master’s line but his, Wu Xiucai’s, own line.

Holding his personal letter and seal, or perhaps he would return in person, they were to take back the house. After taking it back, however, they would pay his friend a large sum of compensation.

It would be based on the price of the day the property was reclaimed.

However, no one had expected that his daughter would go missing before she even had a chance to go abroad, so he often came back here himself.

If judged by the standards of that time, this courtyard would not have been able to be preserved. But his contributions were truly significant, so after much wrangling, the house eventually came back into his hands officially.

From then on, there would be no more unexpected changes unless he himself chose to sell it.

This was also why Wu Xiucai could live here so openly and guilt-free.

Sure, the clan’s elders’ descendants envied the house, but they could only suppress their envy. They knew that as long as they followed Wu Xiucai closely, their days would not be bad.

So in Wu Xiucai’s circle, there were none of those underhand power struggles. When they sat together, their harmony was genuine, and their happiness was real.

Of course, Wu Xiujie, who was in a secret detention center on the outskirts of the Imperial Capital, was not so pleased.

He never expected to meet his youngest son here.

He was over fifty when his son was born.

It was a case of old age bringing vigor.

Of course, while this son was the youngest, he had three daughters even younger than Wu Hong.

He hardly remembered that woman, but he had given this son a name that implied good fortune was upon him.

He just didn’t expect the child to actually come visit him.

Of course, there were no emotional scenes, just a plain interaction. With so many children, he had long since become numb, but he was surprised to find that Wu Hong had an excellent temperament, was handsome, and could speak well. Then he learned from Wu Hong’s mouth the purpose of his visit.

Enraged, he burst into curses, "You idiot, just like your foolish mother! Every item I have given away I dare say is priceless and extremely rare. What grounds do you have to return it? Do you think your uncle will think kindly of you for this, that he would acknowledge you? You fool, keep dreaming! If I don’t recognize you, how could he possibly recognize you, or bestow upon you a surname? That has already been the greatest favor."

At first, Wu Hong was stunned, then became a little sad. Although he lacked feelings for him, being scolded and berated in this way, especially by his own biological father, made him feel quite uncomfortable.

Of course, for someone like him, these things were fleeting. He looked at Wu Xiujie with some pity and said with a light smile, "I’ve always known that we had no fate as father and son, but you did give birth to me, and you gave my mother only this bracelet. Now that I’m returning the item to its rightful owner, it’s only right, both emotionally and logically, to inform you."

Wu Xiujie glared fiercely at Wu Hong, then slumped into a chair, his current living conditions tolerable given his age. It was a small suite, not large, but lacking nothing.

But he had no freedom, and that was the most painful thing for Wu Xiujie.

Now, he only hoped that his last move would be successful. Then he could leave this prison peacefully, and perhaps even this country.

He had been a powerful figure all his life, not exactly dominating the world, but close to it. Yet in his old age, he was duped by someone, by people of this country he had always looked down upon, by those raised by that particular woman he never cared for.

Han Xianglan, indeed just like the daughters raised by that woman, Qiao Qingyu certainly had a connection with their Wu Family.

Hatefully, he had only just found out, and it was the woman herself who deliberately told him.

She called to gloat over him, speaking harshly and bitterly. But he didn’t take it to heart, believing in the adage that as long as the green hills last, there will be no lack of firewood. Although he was old, he wasn’t worried; he would soon destroy everything Wu Xiucai had.

But sometimes, talking about such things was pointless; what was important was right in front of him.