"Only an idiot would do that. Those country people raised their daughter for so long just to sell her off and fleece someone at a time like this, understand?"
Wang Zhiyao's lips twitched, but he had no strength to argue back.
Because he really did not know much about the situation in Su Qiao's hometown.
Mrs. Wang glanced toward the bathroom and lowered her voice slightly. "Also, about the marital home, your father and I have already discussed it. We'll buy you a two-bedroom apartment between the inner and outer ring roads."
"Eighty-eight square meters, twenty-eight thousand per square meter. We'll pay the down payment for you, but... we'd better put the house under your father's and my names first. We can transfer it back to you later."
"It's not that Mom is being overly calculating. It's just that, given her family situation, Mom can only play the bad guy this time."
"It's just a precaution. You have to understand me. Mom would never hurt you."
When Wang Lingxi heard that her little brother was getting a new home, intense jealousy flashed through her eyes.
Because the apartment had been registered under that good-for-nothing man's parents' names, she had not received any share of it when she divorced him, apart from two hundred thousand yuan.
Now she could only take her child back home and squeeze in there.
"Mom, what bad guy? The money you and Dad worked so hard to save for this house should naturally be used to put it under your names."
"Since they'll be living there, they should of course pay the mortgage too. Just treat it as rent."
After the two of them passed away, perhaps she might even have a share of the apartment.
Two bedrooms and one living room, eighty-eight square meters—not too