Chapter 527 - 557: Truly Pitiful
Qin Zhonghui frowned. "Dad, we don’t want you to be sick either, but that’s what the hospital diagnosed. Besides, even if we sell all these houses, it might not be enough. When Ji Qun gets out, he’ll be an able-bodied man. Wouldn’t it be better for him to work and support himself?"
A nearby uncle from the main branch of the Qin family couldn’t watch any longer. He was a little younger than Mr. Qin. He said, "Brother, look at your two sons. They’re trying to be filial, and there’s nothing wrong with what they’re saying. Nothing is more important than your health. Once you recover, you can always earn more money, can’t you?"
Mr. Qin sneered, "In that case, I won’t get treated! Just let me die from this illness. It’s clear my sons are unfilial!"
He snapped his head up and glared at Qin Zhonghui. "Your family is obviously so wealthy! Didn’t your daughter marry a rich man? Why are you just going to stand by and watch your old man die instead of taking out the money?"
Qin Zhonghui’s eyes turned red with anger. "Dad, ask yourself, if I were really unfilial, would I be here to see you now? Growing up, you favored my big brother because he was the eldest, and you spoiled our third brother, giving him everything good. What did you ever give me?"
"And the irony is, the moment I heard you were sick, I rushed back here without a second thought."
"Yes, Xiao Jiao married well, but that money belongs to her husband’s family. Is it ours to demand whenever we please? They run a business. Are they supposed to just stop everything and give all their money to me? Tell me, is that realistic?"
"Dad, even at a time like this, after you’ve spoiled Ji Qun to the point he landed in prison, how can you still not realize where you went wrong?"
Hearing this, Mr. Qin trembled with rage. He grabbed the nearest object and hurled it. "Did I ask for your filial piety? Get out! I’ll just pretend I never had a son like you!"
Qin Zhonghui’s words had struck a nerve, and Mr. Qin flew into a rage out of shame.
’Yes, he hadn’t raised his son properly, and Ji Qun had ended up in prison. But no one was allowed to say he was wrong, and he would never admit it himself!’
The ashtray struck Qin Zhonghui on the forehead, instantly drawing blood.
Hearing the commotion, Su Yun and Qin Jiao immediately ran inside. Su Yun rushed over, asking, "Zhong Hui, what happened? Are you all right?"
Qin Jiao glanced around at everyone in the room, her gaze finally settling on her grandfather, who was panting heavily.
The old man, who had only slightly recovered from a stroke and now had lung problems from years of smoking and drinking, was breathing like a broken bellows, letting out ragged, wheezing sounds.
Qin Jiao found the man truly pitiful. ’Even at this point, he’s still clinging to his stubborn beliefs, refusing to admit he’s wrong even when he knows it.’
Qin Jiao said softly, "Uncle, you all can continue discussing. Just let us know the result later."
Qin Bogang opened his mouth to speak but then hesitated.
Qin Jiao’s family of four walked out and went to the village clinic to have the wound on Qin Zhonghui’s forehead treated.
It was already getting dark. Su Yun said, "Let’s go. We should head back to the county town for now, and we’ll go to my mother’s place tomorrow."
She had already called her parents to let them know they would be visiting, so she had bought many gifts for them.
Of course, they had also bought gifts for Mr. Qin and Old Mrs. Qin. But Old Mrs. Qin didn’t say a word, while Mr. Qin just cursed them out and—ha—even laid a hand on them.
The family returned to the county town. They first stopped at a noodle shop for dinner and then returned to their guesthouse.
The cut on Qin Zhonghui’s forehead wasn’t serious, just a scrape, but he was completely silent. He just sat there, not saying a single word.
Su Yun let out a soft sigh and gave her daughter, Qin Jiao, a pleading look.