Zhang Yu hung up the phone, recalling how Zhang Hao had pleaded and cursed her, swinging from softness to rage on the other end. "I really don’t get it. Always scheming here and there but never trying harder himself." Zhang Yu hung up the phone, checked the time, and estimated Zhang Dong was still awake, so she called him. Zhang Yu mentioned Zhang Hao’s inquiry about the will: Dad, I guess he’ll probably come to see you to try and get more inheritance. Zhang Dong laughed: Then let him come, let him see how much of a failure he is as a son compared to you. Even with both children, Zhang Dong had given up on having them care for him in old age. Zhang Yu had a promising future and wouldn’t count on his money, but she was destined to be a workaholic and might not take care of him. Unexpectedly, in his second marriage, he felt the filial piety from a son. Zhang Dong: Even if Xiao Ming is pretending, it doesn’t matter. As long as he can keep it up until the day I die, I won’t think ill of him. Zhang Yu laughed, considering Zhang Dong at least sensible: If he really can pretend that long, it’s okay; you can give him your things. Zhang Dong listened to Zhang Yu’s cheerful voice: You really don’t want me to leave anything for you? Zhang Yu quickly refused: Dad, I will be very busy in the future. Or let me tell you, after my graduate studies, I’ll be so busy that I won’t know how often I can come back. Zhang Yu: As long as someone can take better care of you and you are happy, it’ll be worth it. Zhang Dong sighed softly: It’s not that you don’t want my things, but Zhang Hao does. Zhang Dong: Don’t worry, I know who treats me well. As for Zhang Hao, don’t expect him to be good to me; his eyes are only on money. Zhang Dong: I know what to do. Whether Zhang Hao comes or not, Zhang Dong had already figured out what to do. He thought the eldest son would probably come with his child for the money. Zhang Hao didn’t want to come and face criticism from Zhang Dong, but if he didn’t, Zhang Dong would surely be more displeased and might not leave him anything. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel-fire.ɴet Zhang Hao took Chen Jiaojiao and their son to visit Zhang Dong, praying all along that Zhang Dong would give him some face and not criticize him in front of his wife and son. Zhang Hao arrived at the residential area only to find out Zhang Dong had moved to a new house. Zhang Hao was at a loss. As a biological son, he didn’t know Zhang Dong had bought a new house, let alone a villa. He called Zhang Dong, got the address of the new home, and had to take a taxi there again. Zhang Hao looked grim in the car. He never imagined his family would one day live in a villa. Unfortunately, the villa had nothing to do with him. The one living there was Zhang Dong’s new wife. "How did this happen?" Zhang Hao really didn’t understand, "I’m clearly his son, yet all the good things are beyond my reach." Chen Jiaojiao knew Zhang Dong was capable of earning money but never thought he could buy a villa. Chen Jiaojiao held Xiao Bao tightly, thinking about how to make Zhang Dong like Xiao Bao. Zhang Hao got out of the car and walked through the community, "The community is a bit old." "But the greenery here is quite nice." Zhang Hao looked at the community environment, felt it was a bit old, but was also envious. He had just checked online the price of second-hand houses, and it really shocked him. "No matter what, we must have our own room there." Zhang Hao said angrily, repeatedly telling Chen Jiaojiao to comfort their son and remind him to talk to Zhang Dong about living there. Zhang Hao knew he had no standing in front of Zhang Dong, but it didn’t matter because Xiao Bao was still there. The plan was good, and the ideas were good, but what he didn’t expect was to see a young man there. If the young man hadn’t been supporting Granny Zhang, Zhang Hao would have thought he had come to the wrong place. Looking at the young man, Zhang Hao thought, could he be a caregiver hired to take care of Granny? Zhang Hao sneered internally, thinking Zhang Dong really didn’t know how to manage money. He already had a wife, so why didn’t she take care of Granny Zhang? Why go out and hire a caregiver? Granny Zhang, of course, saw the family of three, but she didn’t speak first. Zhang Hao finally reacted and remembered to greet, "Grandma." Granny Zhang responded and gently patted her young grandson’s hand, "Xiao Hao, this is your younger brother Xiao Ming." Xiao Ming knew Zhang Hao and warmly greeted him, "Hello, brother, hello, sister-in-law." Of course, he also greeted Xiao Bao to cheer him up. What? Brother? Zhang Hao was stunned, his eyes widened, "Grandma, my brother?" "How come I didn’t know I had a brother?" It wouldn’t be the son the other party brought with them, would it? Zhang Hao looked pitifully at Granny Zhang. He thought Granny Zhang wouldn’t agree to Zhang Dong marrying a woman with a child. "He’s your aunt’s son." "He treats us very well." Granny Zhang felt the young man was good, often bringing them joy. With that praise, Zhang Hao felt his mind explode. Indeed, he encountered the worst scenario. Before, he hoped that Zhang Dong’s new wife wouldn’t have children. Little did he expect that not only did she have a son, but the boy had also gained the household’s acceptance. The fact that even Granny Zhang liked the young man made matters worse. "Why is this happening? Why?" Zhang Hao felt his heart bleeding and, taking a deep breath, looked at Granny Zhang pitifully, "Grandma, are you joking with me?" "It’s not like that, really not." Zhang Hao looked at Granny Zhang expectantly. Zhang Dong finished his work and came out of the study, seeing Zhang Hao’s family of three, "You’re here." Granny Zhang responded, "I was just introducing Xiao Ming to Xiao Hao." Zhang Hao looked expectantly at Zhang Dong, "Dad, Grandma says Xiao Ming is also your son." Zhang Dong acknowledged, "Yes, your aunt’s son. I married her, so Xiao Ming is my son too." "Just get to know each other." Zhang Dong never expected Zhang Hao to like Xiao Ming. This guy didn’t even like his biological sister Zhang Yu, let alone Xiao Ming. "Why didn’t you discuss this with me?" Zhang Hao couldn’t hold it back any longer. He had long tossed aside his previous thoughts of pleasing the old man and granny. "Why would I discuss it with you? When you married and had children, did you consult me?" "You used my money without consulting me. I earn my own money and support myself. Why should I consult you?" Zhang Dong was straightforward, "You accept it if you want to, and if you don’t, it’s fine to sever ties." He really didn’t care at all, not bothering about such matters, "The thing I discussed with your mom, you should have heard about it."