Zhang Hao angrily hung up the phone, "I’ve never seen a father like Zhang Dong." "At his age, he’s actually thinking about remarriage." "Doesn’t he care how people around him will see him once this gets out?" "He’s really an old fool." Zhang Hao never expected that the person he thought was least likely to cause trouble gave him such a big surprise. "Really, I need to ask Zhang Yu." After pacing back and forth in the living room for a long time, Zhang Hao felt he should ask Zhang Yu. "I don’t believe that girl would agree with Zhang Dong getting married." Zhang Hao thought there was no way Zhang Yu would want a so-called stepmother. Zhang Yu knew that Zhang Dong was giving out wedding candies at work today, so she expected either Liang Yan or Zhang Hao would contact her these days. In the evening, while she was in her room watching financial news, she received a call from Zhang Hao. As soon as she answered, without saying anything, she heard Zhang Hao raging on the other end of the line. Zhang Yu couldn’t be bothered to listen to his various complaints. She put him on speakerphone and continued searching for information online. Zhang Hao vented again, but still felt dissatisfied: What was our dad thinking, at his age? Zhang Yu: You know he’s at that age, so let him be happy. He’s already an adult and knows how to choose. Since he chose to remarry, I give him my blessing. Zhang Hao knew Zhang Yu would have this attitude: Don’t you realize we suddenly have another elder above us? Zhang Yu: If she causes trouble, I can ignore it. Besides, can she be worse than our mom? Zhang Yu: She’s caused enough trouble, but now she wants to involve the Liang Family in front of me. Zhang Yu: The current stepmother isn’t my real mom. Our relationship is only because our dad married her, she won’t cause any trouble. Zhang Yu: Even if she does cause trouble, we can ignore it. Zhang Hao knew it would be , so he pursed his lips: How can things be as simple as you think? Zhang Yu was tired of hearing his so-called lengthy arguments: Zhang Yu, all you’re worried about is that after our dad remarries, he won’t care about you, and his assets won’t have anything to do with you. Zhang Yu: Do you really care for him? When was the last time you called him, or saw him, except for the day of handling divorce procedures? Zhang Yu bombarded Zhang Hao with questions, leaving him completely flustered. After a long while, Zhang Hao stuttered: You only know how to lecture me, have you done it? Then Zhang Hao continued: You keep asking, how come you didn’t come back to work, why do you just keep studying in H City? Zhang Yu: Yeah, I only come back three to five times a year, but I call Dad every week. Do you? Zhang Yu: Also, I know I can’t take care of Grandma and Dad, so I absolutely support his remarriage. Zhang Yu: Just knowing he can’t take good care of himself. Zhang Yu: Do you think you can take care of Dad? Zhang Hao wanted to say he could, but after thinking about it, he stayed silent. Zhang Yu knew her words had made an impact on Zhang Hao: You don’t take care of Dad and Grandma but won’t let him live a happy life. Zhang Yu: Zhang Hao, there’s nothing in this world that gives you rewards without putting in any effort. Zhang Yu: Maybe in the past Dad would have done so, but now he should be disappointed in you. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novelꞁire.net Zhang Yu: Dad’s remarriage is something that can’t be changed, but you can often take the kids to visit him. Zhang Hao knew Zhang Yu’s suggestion was right, but he really didn’t want to see Zhang Dong: You know Dad, he always looks at me with disdain. If I go, he’ll definitely scold me fiercely. Zhang Yu was speechless: That’s your issue. I’ve given my suggestion. If you worry about this or that and don’t want to visit the old man, that’s your problem. Zhang Hao was tangled up: But I’m his son. Son? Zhang Yu rolled her eyes: So what if you’re a son? Have you done anything to make him happy? Zhang Yu: For over twenty years of your life, half of it has made the old man unhappy. Zhang Yu: I believe on the path of life ahead, you will definitely make him angry. Zhang Yu: You know the old man’s expectations of you, and you just don’t want to meet them. Since you don’t want to meet them, then don’t complain that the old man won’t leave you anything. Leave something, huh. Zhang Hao remembered the matter of Zhang Dong writing a will, and instinctively thought Zhang Yu might know about it. Zhang Hao: Do you know about the old man writing a will? Zhang Yu mumbled an acknowledgment: Yeah, I know, it was my suggestion. After all, he’s getting old. What? Zhang Hao initially wanted to find out if Zhang Yu knew the contents of Zhang Dong’s will, but he didn’t expect to hear the answer to this matter. That really made Zhang Hao furious, he almost wanted to rush to the other end of the phone line to teach Zhang Yu a lesson. Zhang Hao held back repeatedly, but his anger was hard to control: You, why did you suggest the old man do this? Zhang Yu: It’s normal. Foreigners also write their wills early. Zhang Yu: I also wrote a will, and I’ve considered how to handle the assets under my name completely. Zhang Hao initially wanted to say that writing a will now is inauspicious in various ways. Who could’ve thought that Zhang Yu, this girl, had also written her will early, making him quite upset. He didn’t even know how to express his grievances. Saying it’s bad luck? Zhang Yu herself had written a will. Zhang Hao took a deep breath: Alright, so do you know the content of Dad’s will? Zhang Yu shook her head: I don’t know, I’m not interested in that. After Zhang Dong wrote the will, he wanted to mention it to Zhang Yu, but the latter expressed she didn’t want to know. Don’t know? Zhang Hao felt Zhang Yu just didn’t want to say: Didn’t you ever think, what if Dad’s will designates his assets to you? Zhang Yu: If that’s the case, I’d it. Zhang Yu previously discussed this with Zhang Dong: I once told Dad, if his assets come to me, I’d it to establish a scholarship at his alma mater in his name, to reward those kids with good grades. After hearing this, how could Zhang Hao not be angry: What, you’d the money, didn’t you say you didn’t want Dad’s things? Zhang Yu: Yeah, I don’t want them. But if Dad insists on giving them to me, I’d them. Is that wrong? Zhang Yu: Did I keep the money? Stumped by her questions, Zhang Hao found no way to argue back. Taking several deep breaths: Sis, my dear sis, I know you don’t lack money, and you’re bound to achieve more than your brother. Zhang Hao: You may not care about Dad’s assets, but your brother really does. You know I’m just a loser, earn little. Zhang Hao: If this money could go to me, your brother would live a much better life. For the sake of money, Zhang Hao really lowered himself, hoping that Zhang Yu, seeing how pathetic he was, would give him the money.