Chapter 549 - 579: They Were All Brainwashed
Qin Bogang said coldly, "Right before he died, Mr. Qin put everything in your account!"
Qin Jiqun was relieved to hear that. He grinned. "That’s all that matters!"
Qin Bogang gave him a long, hard look and finally said, "If you take what Dad left behind, then you’ll have nothing to do with Zhonghui and me from now on!"
Qin Jiqun had been worried his brothers would try to fight him for the house and money, so he immediately said, "Of course it has nothing to do with you two! Dad left all of it to me!"
Qin Bogang was too furious to stay any longer. He turned and stormed out.
Once he was out of the prison, he looked up at the gloomy, gray sky. "Dad, this is your spoiled youngest son! You’re dead, and he hasn’t shed a single tear. All he cares about is how much money you left him!"
When Qin Bogang returned home and told his younger brother, Qin Zhonghui, what had happened, Qin Zhonghui had already come to terms with it. He said calmly, "Just let it go. Dad’s gone now, anyway. From now on, let’s just treat our youngest brother like a distant relative. If we don’t feel like visiting, we’ll just let ourselves become estranged."
Sitting nearby, looking completely deflated, Old Mrs. Qin heard this and stammered, "That’s not right. He’s still your brother. Life will be very difficult for him when he gets out."
Qin Zhonghui looked at his mother, who had toiled without complaint her entire life. ’What was that word Xiao Jiao used again? Right, brainwashing.’
’His mother had been completely brainwashed by his father.’
But his mother was old and had never had a mind of her own. Qin Zhonghui said, "Mom, my eldest brother and I have already discussed this. If you want to stay here and wait for our youngest brother to return, then he can be the one to support you in your old age. If you decide not to wait for him, then my brother and I will support you."
Old Mrs. Qin’s first instinct was to wait for her youngest son, Qin Jiqun. After all, he was the only one who had given her a grandson.
Just then, Qin Jiao, who was burning joss paper nearby, looked up. "Grandma, do you see? It’s only the three of us granddaughters here burning paper for Grandpa."
Grandpa’s favorite grandson was nowhere to be found. He had angered the old man to death, yet he hadn’t even returned to burn a single sheet of joss paper for him.
Qin Jiao’s voice was perfectly calm as she spoke, but the white mourning sash at her waist was a glaring white.
Old Mrs. Qin fell silent. She looked at the house that had already been sold, then down at her own hands, which were covered in countless cracks from a lifetime of hard work. "I’ll go with you two," she said.
Qin Jiao looked at her aging grandmother. ’I remember in my past life,’ she thought, ’Grandma got into an argument with Feng Lan. Feng Lan pushed her, and she took a nasty fall. After that, her health went downhill, and she ended up bedridden all day.’
’But back then, no one took care of her or took her to a doctor. In the end, she died a miserable death, all alone in her bed.’
Her grandmother favored sons over daughters and had her own stubborn streaks, but most of her obstinacy and prejudice was, in fact, a result of being brainwashed by Mr. Qin.
Fundamentally, she was an old woman who lacked a mind of her own.
Thankfully, at the last moment, her mind had cleared. She realized her youngest son was unreliable, and her so-called precious grandson was nothing but a heartless, ungrateful wretch.
If she wanted to live out her final years in peace, she truly had to go with her other two sons.
In a few years, Qin Xiaolan was also planning to apply to a university in North City. Furthermore, Qin Na had just given birth and needed someone around to help. So, Qin Bogang and Qin Zhonghui decided that Qin Zhonghui would take Old Mrs. Qin to North City for the time being.
Of course, Qin Bogang would contribute financially to their mother’s support every year. He wouldn’t let his younger brother and sister bear the full cost.