Back to the 1980s: Becoming the Villain's Lucky Wife

Qin Jiao thought for a moment, then walked over and sat on the stool across from her father. She said, "Dad, you’ve already done everything you could. For the rest, just let nature take its course. Don’t overthink it."

"People who don’t care about you won’t care if you’re in a good mood or not, but the people who do care will be very upset and worried to see you like this."

This was the simple meaning behind the saying: saddening those close to you and delighting your enemies.

Qin Zhonghui looked up. "Xiao Jiao, don’t you think your father is incompetent and weak?"

"A little. But it’s not that serious. At the very least, your values are sound. You’re a family man, you care about your wife and child, and you’re responsible." Qin Jiao smiled faintly. "See, Dad? Your good points far outweigh your bad ones."

After hearing his daughter’s words, some of the sorrow on Qin Zhonghui’s face dissipated, replaced by a bit of warmth.

He sighed and said, "You always know how to comfort me. But I’ve thought it through this time. No matter what, I have my own opinions. I can’t just blindly agree with whatever he says just because he’s my father."

"Grandpa is actually quite pitiful." Qin Jiao didn’t hate the old man; there was no need. He was just overly stubborn and had turned a perfectly good life into a complete mess.

And now, it was very likely that his stubbornness would interfere with his treatment.

Qin Jiao asked, "Dad, is Grandpa’s illness in the late stages?"

"Yes."

Qin Jiao fell silent.

’If it was in the late stages, then even if they spent all their money and used the Spiritual Spring Water, it probably wouldn’t do any good.’

’And given Grandpa’s state of mind, he wouldn’t cooperate with the treatment at all.’

Qin Jiao said, "If he cooperates, we’ll spend whatever it takes to treat him. If he doesn’t, then we’ll just have to let nature take its course."

’They certainly weren’t going to exhaust themselves and spend all their money only to be cursed for their efforts.’

Meanwhile, in Three Families Village, the discussion was going nowhere.

Mr. Qin’s position was that they could sell a house, but it had to be one of the houses originally given to the eldest or second son. They were not to touch the third son’s house.

Furthermore, if that wasn’t enough money, the eldest and second sons should come up with the rest. Especially the second son; he’d heard the man had made a lot of money in North City. Why wasn’t he willing to pay for his own father’s medical treatment?

Finally, there was one more condition. Mr. Qin said that if he went for treatment, someone would have to look after his precious grandson. If he went to North City for treatment, then Qin Bogang would have to take the boy in.

He never once mentioned Old Mrs. Qin.

Old Mrs. Qin was in the kitchen, feeding the fire in the stove pit, her eyes vacant.

Hearing Mr. Qin’s demands, the village chief and several other clan relatives had heard enough.

The village chief said helplessly, "Brother Qin, you’re being far too biased! Besides, the important thing right now is getting you treated. You shouldn’t be worrying about anything else."

Mr. Qin sneered. "This illness of mine is probably incurable. It’s a money pit; no amount you throw in will ever be enough. If this big house is sold, how is my third son supposed to live after he gets out? His two older brothers are doing much better than him, so what’s wrong with them paying more?!"

Everyone was speechless.

Qin Bogang’s face was grim, and he said nothing. Only he knew how cold his heart had become.

He looked up and said, "Dad, so in your heart, the third son is your real son, but Zhong Hui and I aren’t? Does our money grow on trees? Since you care so little about your own health, fine! We won’t bother anymore! That kid, Xiao Tao—you two have spoiled him into a little tyrant! I am definitely not raising him! And don’t even think about asking the second brother. Do you have any idea how much his family has suffered out there, struggling just to save up a little money? You don’t feel for them, but I do! This house of mine here—I don’t want it anymore! Sell it for cash, give it to the third son, do whatever you want! You just go on and live a good long life! Try to live long enough for the third son to get out, and then let him be the one to care for you in your old age and bury you!"