Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 27 - The Homeless Supporting Actress 27_1

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Zhang Guohua and the others knew Zhang Yu was coming back for the weekend, and each of them was so excited.

They all thought that once Zhang Yu returned, she would start cooking, and they would be able to enjoy delicious food.

Pan Juan glanced at everyone’s expressions and bluntly burst their bubble, “Don’t even think about it.”

“Little Yu won’t arrive until Saturday afternoon.”

“Don’t ask why she isn’t coming back on Friday; if you ask, you’re asking her to stay at a hotel, you’re asking her not to be willing to come back to cook.”

“Moreover, she said she was looking forward to tasting her sister-in-law’s cooking skills.”

Glancing at the happy Chiang Yun, Pan Juan delivered a very cruel reality.

When Chiang Yun heard that Zhang Yu was coming back, she felt nothing but happiness, thinking she could finally relax for a weekend.

But unexpectedly, Zhang Yu would not arrive until Saturday afternoon, and she even planned not to cook, having voiced her desire to sample her cooking skills.

Looking at Du Xia and Zhang Hong next to her, Chiang Yun was very unhappy, “It’s not like I’m the only sister-in-law.”

Did they expect her to cook too?

Sorry, she wasn’t going to fall for that, “Isn’t it you, the elder sister-in-law, who lives at home?”

“That’s right.” Zhang Hong knew she had to side with Du Xia at this time.

“After all, you’re the hostess, and we’re the guests.” Zhang Hong looked up at Pan Juan, “Mom, you agree, right?”

Again with this reasoning, Chiang Yun really didn’t want to hear this now, what Zhang Family’s hostess?

All of it was nonsense, what hostess?

In reality, calling her a nanny would be more accurate, a hardworking and uncomplaining nanny, who, no matter how much she did, never received a single word of praise.

The more Chiang Yun thought about it, the angrier she became, “I’ve been busy lately too.

Du Xia, why don’t you move back in?”

Du Xia wasn’t foolish enough to move back in.

She had seen the treatment Chiang Yun received for staying here.

In short, whoever lived here was just an unpaid nanny.

“No, I’m not moving in.

You’ve already moved in, sister-in-law, so let’s not move back and forth.” With Chiang Yun, who had a grandson, living such a squalid life, would Du Xia’s be any better if she moved in?

Zhang Dagu listened to the words of these two daughters-in-law and was also full of displeasure.

He used to think they were all pretty good, but now he realized that each of them was a calculator.

“What’s all this ruckus about?

The eldest has already moved in; there is no need to move again.”

“Also, we will have to discuss the demolition compensation with the office soon, and once it’s settled, we will all be moving.”

When Zhang Guohua and the others heard this, they immediately perked up, casting glances at their wives, signaling them not to make a fuss.

After all, the house was still in the old couple’s name, although it had been discussed how the property would be distributed.

But as long as the house had not been allocated to them, there was a possibility of change.

If it ended up not being distributed to them, wouldn’t they be at a loss?

Especially Zhang Shouhua, who was the most nervous.

If Zhang Dagu did not distribute the house now and later just handed out money, it was obvious who would benefit the most.

Du Xia also had a shock, right, the house was still in the old couple’s name, and if things were really blown out of proportion, they would be the ones crying if the house wasn’t given to them.

With that thought, Du Xia fiercely glared at Chiang Yun several times, knowing well that some people just couldn’t mean well.

Zhang Hong would certainly keep her mouth shut even more; if it came down to it, they would directly state that the house was left for the son.

What could she do then?

Zhang Dagu, seeing everyone quiet down at this moment, felt a chill in his heart.

He wasn’t foolish; he knew full well that his sons were listening to him not because he was their father, but because of the house.

If one day he had no house, no money, could he still count on them?

He couldn’t count on them at all.

If his own sons could be so calculating towards him, what about his grandsons?

Zhang Dagu threw a glance at Zhang Yi, who was still bowing his head and eating, picking only his favorite dishes, and suddenly began to hesitate.

Could his much-hoped-for grandson truly be relied upon to treat them well?

He remembered Zhang Yu mentioning that Zhang Yi looked down on her because she had no house or money.

After all, Zhang Yu had always been very kind to them, buying clothes, school supplies, and taking them out for fun.

During the summer and winter vacations, all the kids used to come and stay, and wasn’t it Zhang Yu who took care of them?

But in the end, whether it was Zhang Yi, Zhang Xin, or Liu Jian, which of them had treated Zhang Yu well?

Although Zhang Xin and Liu Jian didn’t call her by her name directly like Zhang Yi did, he had not seen them show much respect towards Zhang Yu either.

If one day, they too didn’t have money or a house, would these so-called filial children and grandchildren still treat them nicely?

Thinking of this, Zhang Dagu remembered many old colleagues, those who led good lives held on to their money and houses, deciding which child to give it to based on who treated them well.

Those who didn’t lead good lives had given their houses to their descendants early on, and the money they had was almost spent.

At this thought, Zhang Dagu shuddered; he could not let himself end up in such a situation.

He had originally thought that a two-bedroom apartment would be enough for him and his wife, but now he felt that a three-bedroom was necessary.

They could each have their own room, with one extra room for whoever took care of them.

After all, with a larger house, the kids would be more motivated to treat them well.

And as for Zhang Yu, Zhang Dagu thought it over and felt that they couldn’t give her nothing; after all, she had had a hard time over the years.

“I’ve been thinking it over these past few days, although Little Yu isn’t married, she has been taking care of us for a long time, we can’t exclude her from the house division.”

As soon as he said this, everyone who was eating raised their heads in surprise, looking at Zhang Dagu with confusion and astonishment.

They couldn’t understand why Zhang Dagu had suddenly changed his mind.

Everyone knew that the old house seemed rather large, but divided into four parts, it was just enough for them to each have a two-bedroom apartment.

To get a three-bedroom, they would have to chip in more money.

They already felt that there was barely enough to go around, and now Zhang Yu was also to get a share, wasn’t that encroaching on their portion?

But what could they say?

They couldn’t deny Zhang Yu her share.

After all, she was one of the children, and it was only natural for Zhang Dagu to want to give his younger daughter a piece of property.

Pan Juan was quite shocked, having never heard Zhang Dagu mention this before.

Although she didn’t quite understand why he had changed his mind suddenly, she guessed it was probably due to the behavior of the few children.

Zhang Guohua thought for a moment, then spoke up, “Giving a house to the younger sister, has she not remained unmarried?”

“Does remaining unmarried mean she can’t have a house?” Zhang Dagu replied sharply.

What could Zhang Guohua do but agree?

“Of course, of course.”

“I’ve also thought it over, a person must not be without property or money in hand, or else who would take care of you when you’re old?”

“Since Little Yu isn’t married, she should indeed have a set of house keys.”

“You kids shouldn’t feel hard done by.

Xiao Yi, whoever among you treats her well in the future, she will give the house to them.”

“As for my house, it also goes to whoever treats us well and takes care of us.”

As to whether the house would be left to the grandson, did it matter?

Zhang Dagu thought, isn’t Chiang Yun only disrespectful because she is counting on the bulk of the house and money to end up with Zhang Yi in the future?

Hmph, all this talk of working late, of gatherings, did she really think he didn’t know?

It was just an excuse not to work.