met free Chapter 102 Doctrines of Pucheng
Chapter 102 Doctrines of Pucheng
“Hey, what a coincidence! You wanted to give the house to Qingming. Qingming asked me to come and tell you that he wants to give you the house he’s currently living in. Since neither of you wants it, why not give it to me? I’ll take it all,” Tian Guoqiang joked.
"I'm not kidding you, to be honest, Qingming is technically Uncle Zhao's son-in-law, so Uncle Zhao's property should go to Qingming. At first, Uncle Zhao said he would give me the house as compensation for me."
At the time, I was very angry because Uncle Zhao had kidnapped me, and I hadn't come to terms with it, so I agreed.
When I came back from Qingming this morning, I suddenly realized that Uncle Zhao was wrong, but he just wanted my money, and he wanted the money to treat Rongrong's illness.
When I was really in danger, he chose to protect me without hesitation.
"He wouldn't have killed anyone if it weren't to protect me. So I think I can't accept this house," Deng Xiuzhen said seriously.
Tian Guoqiang straightened his expression and said seriously, "I'm afraid both houses can only be yours. Qingming got cancer, and it's in its late stage. The doctor said he has at most three months to live."
"Then let him go for treatment! Uncle Zhao left him some money, and Uncle Zhao's house can also be sold to give him the money for treatment!" Deng Xiuzhen was somewhat anxious when she heard that Qingming had cancer.
Tian Guoqiang sighed and said, "He doesn't want to be treated. He says that living a few more days will only bring more suffering and doesn't mean much. He'd rather let nature take its course and be free from suffering sooner."
Deng Xiuzhen fell silent. To this day, cancer remains incurable. It's simply not curable; living only prolongs the suffering. In later stages, even painkillers become ineffective, leaving one to endure the torment of the disease—a true living hell.
"Don't overthink it. Even though Qingming can't see, he's actually more perceptive than anyone else. He genuinely wants to give you the house, but he's afraid you'll refuse, so he specially asked me to act as a mediator."
To avoid any disputes, he even asked me to take him to the relevant authorities to tell them that the house was bought by him.
"Look, I brought all the receipts, documents, and paperwork," Tian Guoqiang said, taking out a file folder to hand to Deng Xiuzhen.
Deng Xiuzhen refused to accept it and asked Tian Guoqiang to take it back for Qingming.
Tian Guoqiang sighed, pursed his lips and said, "I'm not one to meddle in other people's business. The reason I helped him with this trip was because one of his sentences moved me."
He said that he had spent almost his entire life following the arrangements of others, and now that he doesn't have many days left, he hopes to be able to make his own decisions.
He said that his house wasn't worth much, but it was left to him by his parents, and he didn't want it to be taken by others; he wanted to leave it to someone with a conscience.
He said Uncle Zhao asked you to give him the money, the card was in your possession, and you knew the PIN. Besides, Uncle Zhao couldn't possibly leave; if you hadn't told him, he would never have known about these things, yet you kept your promise and brought him the money.
"Li Huzi wants his house?" Deng Xiuzhen thought of Qingming speaking first that morning.
"Yes, not just Li Huzi, but others as well, all of them are relatives."
“But he still needs medical treatment! Why don’t I take him to the hospital so he can get proper treatment? And we can hire someone to take care of him.” Deng Xiuzhen couldn’t refuse, but she didn’t want to accept something for nothing; that would make her conscience uneasy.
"Qingming said that he would go back to his hometown in a couple of days to clean his parents' graves and dig a grave for his wife and children. He wanted the three of them to be together." Tian Guoqiang's voice grew lower and lower as he spoke, his words tinged with sorrow.
"A family of three together?" Deng Xiu suddenly looked up and asked.
“That’s what he said,” Tian Guoqiang replied.
"But Xiao Bao and the others are all gone, even their ashes are left in Kyoto."
“I said that too, but Qingming said that we had their clothes at home, so we could use the clothes instead, which is better than nothing. Besides, he believes that as long as you are sincere, you can get what you want.”
“Go back and tell Qingming to wait a few days. I’ll go to Kyoto to retrieve Xiaobao and Rongrong’s ashes and have him take them back to his hometown!” Deng Xiuzhen said urgently.
Tian Guoqiang nodded solemnly, then thought for a moment and asked, "Your old company must be in trouble, right? Won't he have any objections if you go to Kyoto at this time?"
Speaking of this, Deng Xiuzhen suddenly remembered the strange thing she had noticed that day, and she quickly told Tian Guoqiang about her doubts.
"You suspect that these people all know each other?" Tian Guoqiang asked.
"Well, they definitely know each other, maybe even very well, so I think this is a bit suspicious, and I suspect they've done something wrong."
I even doubt whether anyone actually died. Deng Xiuzhen was more relaxed in front of Tian Guoqiang and said whatever came to mind.
"You mean no one might have died, and those two might have faked their deaths?" Tian Guoqiang suddenly stood up, looking anxious as he thought of something.
Deng Xiuzhen was startled. She patted Tian Guoqiang's arm, glanced at him sideways, and said reproachfully, "What are you doing, being so impulsive? You scared me!"
"I have to go now. If it's convenient for you, go to Kyoto as soon as possible. I'll go back to my hometown a few days after Qingming Festival." Tian Guoqiang chuckled, and before he finished speaking, he had already run off.
Before Deng Xiuzhen could react, carrying the file bag, Yang Yu's voice rang out from outside the door, calling out to Xiuzhen loudly.
Deng Xiuzhen stuffed the file bag under the bed, agreed, and went out the door.
Upon seeing Deng Xiuzhen, Yang Yu introduced her with a beaming smile: "Xiuzhen, this is my daughter-in-law, Liu Huan. Look, isn't she beautiful?"
Liu Huan obediently called Deng Auntie.
Deng Xiuzhen smiled and agreed.
“Huanhuan, you need to learn to speak the Pucheng dialect, otherwise it will be very difficult for us to talk. And if you go out to buy things, people will rip you off.” Yang Yu communicated with Liu Huan in broken Mandarin.
“Mom, I’ve been learning. Sister Wang said I can learn faster at the market, so I went there today to learn. Now I can even speak a few words of Pucheng dialect,” Liu Huan said.
"Sister Yang, I have something to do, so I'll go in first." Deng Xiuzhen was thinking about getting to Kyoto as soon as possible; she needed to buy a train ticket. She didn't have time to chat with Yang Yu.
"Hey, don't rush, just listen to this. You don't know how smart and sensible my wife is!"
Yang Yu grabbed Deng Xiuzhen and turned to Liu Huan in broken Mandarin, saying, "My dear wife, quickly speak the Pucheng dialect you learned today, so your Aunt Deng and I can see it."
"Okay!" Liu Huan agreed, cleared his throat, and said in a serious tone, "You motherfucker."
Deng Xiuzhen was taken aback, wondering if she was hallucinating.
Yang Yu picked at her ear and asked Liu Huan, "What did you say?" She seemed not to have realized what was happening.
"You son of a bitch! You stupid woman! You..."
"Mom! Where did you learn these swear words? Stop talking now!" Yang Yu covered Liu Huan's mouth with one hand and pulled her home with the other.
Deng Xiuzhen suppressed a laugh, returned home, took out a file folder, and found her bank card tucked away in a crack in the cupboard. Looking at the file folder again, she realized she was missing a place to put things.