Granny Lu turned pale with anger when she heard that her two sons actually wanted the house in Shenjia Village. It took her a while to regain her composure. "Granny, why not just give it to them?" Qin Xiangnuan tentatively asked Granny Lu. If Granny Lu felt distressed, Qin Xiangnuan would feel guilty; thus, she was willing to agree even if it made her uncomfortable. The source of thɪs content is 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚑𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥 "No need," Granny Lu had long given up on those two sons of hers, she might as well have never had them. "Why?" Qin Xiangnuan thought Granny Lu should be a soft-hearted person, as evident in how she treated Dongsheng. As for her two sons, though she knew in her heart that they were good-for-nothing and unfilial, they were still flesh of her flesh, a piece of her own body, and even a slight touch would cause her pain. "What else could it be?" Granny Lu's aged face was once again marred by the traces of time, her eyes were slightly cloudy, unfocused, as if seeing through everything, yet also perceiving everything clearly. "Don't I know what kind of characters those two are?" "It's a good thing to give them nothing. Although life is not extremely wealthy, at least we don't suffer from hunger or thirst. If we give them anything, no matter how fairly it's divided, they'll still feel dissatisfied. It would only lead to brothers turning against each other, as incompatible as fire and water. It's better not to give them anything from the start, to avoid them fighting and even losing the bond of brotherhood." After listening to Granny Lu, Qin Xiangnuan felt very sorry for her. Indeed, a mother knows her own sons best. Not to mention her uncles, even the wives of her uncles were always competing—about children, rooms, grandchildren. There was never a moment of peace in the family; even violent conflicts had erupted. If that house were really given to them, it would likely be torn apart, especially considering the temperaments of the two aunts; it could even lead to real trouble. So, Granny Lu made the right choice; indeed, no one should get it. Yet, Granny Lu's heart must be suffering. However, if any of the Du Family's children grow up to be decent, unlike their parents, Qin Xiangnuan wouldn't be stingy to help them out, believing that Dongsheng would feel the same, sharing a closer kinship with her than with the Du Family. Of course, this was all in the future, a very distant future, as she was well aware that the children of her two uncles were currently wayward. To be blunt, in this world, actions are watched by heaven, and retribution exists, it's just not yet time. She remembered the children from her uncles' families, like their parents, a classic case of forgetting their own mother after taking a wife. As for what happens in the future, she doesn't know, because by that time, she was no longer present. When she next opened her eyes, she had come back, both to the past and to the present. Perhaps her help would be for the grandchildren, hoping that there are a few good seeds in the Du Family to grow well. And all of this would be many years in the future. Their three children were growing up robust every day, thanks in large part to the uninterrupted supply of formula milk from the system. The children were all well-behaved and healthy, even Little San, previously the weakest, was rarely in the hospital now. Daxuan and Xiao Xuan were growing more and more alike, and if not for their own family, they would be indistinguishable. As for Little San, who had been a little demon from a young age, grew more and more beautiful, almost too delicate to tell whether male or female, really too exquisite. Qin Xiangnuan truly felt she was getting old, not too old, but now she was concerned about whether her third son would change his sexual orientation because of his looks. However, it seemed she was overthinking it; Little San had been bewitching from a young age, particularly beloved by little girls, and even at such a young age, knew to give flowers to little girls. Moreover, just like his elder brothers, he enjoyed playing with swords and guns, which seemed normal now. Even so, having such a son, Qin Xiangnuan still felt like crying. A child growing up too well is not necessarily a good thing. The three children, starting at two years old, were taught by Qin Xiangnuan to write characters, a practice that never ceased. If they didn't write, they'd have their palms spanked. Fortunately, perhaps because they were born from her, the children did not reject calligraphy. Truly, calligraphy greatly disciplines one's character. Compared to other children, all three boys were much more composed and poised. Even the usually restless Little San had become methodical in speech and action, and their calligraphy had developed a solid foundation. Among the three children, Daxuan was the best in studies, Xiao Xuan a bit playful but not bad either. As for Little San, there's no need to mention, always getting just enough to pass exams with 60 percent. But he knew how to do the problems; sometimes Qin Xiangnuan wondered if he was doing it on purpose. How could he consistently get exactly 60 percent, not a point more, not a point less? If that was indeed the case, then Little San's intelligence must be exceptionally high. Years later, they finally paid off the debt of the high-rise building, and as the internet café business started to decline, Qin Xiangnuan decided to sell both internet cafés. Continuing down this path would not be very profitable, especially with the ubiquity of mobile internet access—the decline of internet cafés was inevitable. The two internet cafés sold for a considerable sum of money, which, along with the earnings from recent years, was almost entirely invested back into renovations and property management of the high-rise. Indeed, it was a significant expense, but the rental income from the property was only a small portion of the cost for these other expenses. Moreover, the apartments in the high-rise were in such demand that after the subway was completed, the property prices in the area started to soar, increasing more than tenfold. The developers were literally beating their chests in regret because Qin Xiangnuan had cleverly coaxed an entire building out of their belt. That amounted to over a hundred units—imagine how much they would have sold for. But now it was too late, the building was in her hands. Qin Xiangnuan had now sold the internet cafés, and the unemployed soldiers didn't need to worry about finding jobs. There were many who wanted to hire them, with good offers. With their solid computer knowledge, Qin Xiangnuan didn't let them continue working in internet cafés but instead placed them in newly emerging e-business companies. As for the one who had lost a leg, Qin Xiangnuan kept him herself. He had a very good character, and her building needed someone dedicated to manage the accounts, so Qin Xiangming decided to keep him on. Actually, to be frank, it was also because Qin Xiangnuan took special care of them. Those who truly had nowhere else to go were kept on to help out. Rather than hiring strangers, it was better to rely on these known and trusted individuals. She was not stingy; each of them was given an apartment in the building, because they deserved it. Just their character alone made them worthwhile.