On the day of the blind date, the heir of a wealthy family pulled me to get the certificate.

When it came to giving money to their old father, Zheng Yifan and his two brothers all smiled, changed the subject, and then surrounded their old father and went back into the house.

After the last lesson, how dare they give money to their father secretly?

Whatever their father needs, they can buy it.

But they really don't dare to give money.

A few hundred yuan is fine, but you can't give it every day. If you give it every day, my old father can save it and save tens of thousands of yuan in a month.

Tens of thousands of dollars are not a penny to them, but to their old father who is under strict supervision and always has little money, it is a large amount of money that can allow him to do many things.

What if the old father uses the money they give him to do something to let down the old mother?

They didn't dare to think about the consequences.

Zheng Hua knew what his sons were thinking.

His face darkened and he looked unhappy.

Returning to the room, he walked straight to the sofa and sat down, then picked up a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, took out a cigarette and lit it, then leaned back and smoked silently.

He is such a failure as a human being.

As a husband, you cannot control your wife and you have to be controlled by her.

As a father, he cannot act like a father and cannot control his children.

In the Feng family mansion, he seems to be the master, but in fact he is not even as good as the housekeeper.

His children all have higher status than him.

Even his little grandson has higher status than this old man.

Feng Yue had no real feelings for him, but she did for her children and grandchildren.

Whoever she likes will be the master in the Feng family and will live a prosperous life.

Sometimes, Zheng Hua regretted that he had become Feng Yue's son-in-law for money, thinking that it would be very free and easy, but in the end...

Later, the Zheng family received a lot of benefits from the Feng family, and he didn't dare to act rashly, fearing that Feng Yue would take action against the Zheng family.

He has brothers and sisters.

Besides, his three sons also have his surname and are members of the Zheng family.

Every time he got together with his brothers and sisters, they would remind him not to anger Feng Yue and to please Feng Yue, so that their Zheng family's wealth could last forever.

"Dad, it's not that we don't want to give you money, it's just that my mom is too strict."

"My mother can easily find out where our money went."

"Yes, Dad, it's not that we are unfilial to you, it's just that Mom is too troublesome."

"Dad, what do you need? Just tell us and we'll buy it for you. Isn't that the same thing?"

After Zheng Yifan and his brothers handed the purchased items to the servants, they asked the servants to prepare the hot pot, while they walked to their old father and surrounded him to coax him.

"Can't you give me a few hundred yuan? Your mother usually gives me 500 yuan a day."

Zheng Hua asked his sons angrily.

"Your mother is strict, but she still controls your thousands and hundreds of dollars? It's not like I took hundreds of thousands of dollars from you like I did before."

Of course Zheng Hua knew that his wife was keeping a close eye on him.

"You guys should give Dad a few hundred dollars every day so that he can have some money for cigarettes. Dad also needs to go out and socialize. It's so embarrassing to be penniless all the time."

He can't find women anymore, but he can still invite old friends out for parties and eat and drink.

Feng Yue didn't care about him eating and drinking.

Now that the couple are separated, will Feng Yue still care about him?

Zheng Hua guessed that Feng Yue was going on a long journey this time for the man she truly loved.

Don't think he doesn't know.

The man she truly loves is ten or twenty years older than her and is her eldest sister's all-round assistant.

Others are devoted to the Lord, she is just being sentimental.

She killed her elder sister, maybe because of love turning into hate, and she was angry because she couldn't get the love she wanted, so she killed her sister.

Zheng Hua had no evidence to prove that Feng Yue killed the sisters, but as Feng Yue's bedmate and husband for decades, he knew Feng Yue's cruel nature, and he also heard people in the clan talking about her behind her back.

As the saying goes, there is no smoke without fire. Maybe Feng Yue really got to the top by killing her sisters.

Is there anything she can't do?

Can the man Feng Yue truly loves still be alive now?

Maybe they found the other party’s grave. Feng Yue felt upset and stayed away from them?

Zheng Yifan and the others were so embarrassed by their old father's words that they looked at each other.

The two younger brothers looked at Zheng Yifan.

Zheng Yifan thought for a moment and said, "Dad, go ask Feng Qing for money. Feng Qing has plenty of money now, and Mom trusts her and treats her well. She is more capable of arguing. Even if Mom knows that she gave you money, Mom won't do anything to her."

"After all, she is your daughter. If you ask her for some money, how can she not give it to you?"

"Dad, just don't ask for too much. If you ask for a few thousand yuan at a time, Mom won't say anything. But you can't ask for it too often, or she will suspect that Dad has some ulterior motives."

Zheng Hua became furious when he mentioned Feng Qing, his biological daughter.

"Don't mention it anymore. She's just like her mother. I don't want to look for her. When I see her, I think of my A Ruo. A Ruo is my only daughter!"

The brothers stopped talking.

After a while, Zheng Yifan took out his wallet, opened it and took out all the cash in it, handed it to Zheng Hua, and said apologetically: "Dad, I don't usually use cash, and this is all the cash in my wallet. I'll give it all to you."

Zheng Hua took a look and thought it was about a few thousand yuan.

He immediately took the several thousand dollars.

It’s better to have it than not to have it.

Zheng Yifan, as the eldest brother, has given everything, so how can the second and third brothers not give too much?

So the two brothers gave all the cash they had to their old father.

Zheng Hua suddenly had 10,000 or 20,000 yuan in his hands.

He felt relieved after successfully getting the money.

He put the money into his trouser pockets, continued smoking, and said to his three sons, "From now on, you can give Dad a few hundred yuan a day for cigarettes and pocket money. It doesn't need to be too much. Just give me 500 yuan each."

"Of course, if you are willing to give 1,000 yuan, that would be even better. If you can give more, that would be even better."

"This is just a small amount of money. Even if your mother knew, she wouldn't say anything. Isn't it natural for a son to respect his father?"

Zheng Hua thought that with an income of 1,500 yuan a day, he could save 45,000 yuan a month, which would amount to several hundred thousand yuan a year.

After that, the Feng family changed hands, and he could still guarantee his life in his later years by relying on his savings.

He still has a house in his hometown. Although it can't compare with the Feng family's mansion, at least it can shelter him from the wind and rain.

In the future, he can return to his hometown to retire and hire a nanny to take care of him and live comfortably.

Now, all it takes is making money.

"Feng Qing, I go to ask for money once a month, and it won't attract your mother's attention."

Of course Zheng Hua knew that his daughter was rich.

But he has no father-daughter relationship with his daughter, so it is not easy for him to get money from Feng Qing.

It's okay to ask for a few thousand dollars every month or every few months.

Anyway, every point you can get is a point you can get.

"Dad, we think we should tell Mom about the pocket money we gave you, lest she finds out and scolds us again."

The money is not much, but I still have to tell my mother.