The transmigrated younger sister of a powerful figure in a novel is forced to become the beloved pet

Mr. Yuan immediately took out his phone and transferred two million yuan to Yuan Yangyang.

Yuan Si'an followed suit and also transferred two million.

Distracted like this, Yuan Sizhe no longer had time to think about his previous confusion, and his sadness was completely forgotten.

After thinking about it, he immediately gave five million.

"Wow! Brother, you're so generous! You actually transferred five million to me. I feel so bad about it."

Yuan Yangyang spoke politely, but with a swipe of her finger, she received the payment at lightning speed.

The two who had transferred two million immediately glared angrily at Yuan Sizhe.

Yuan Si'an: Damn it, he tricked me.

Father Yuan: You even dare to steal your old man's thunder, well done!

Yuan Siyu: Yangyang only said she loves me, and no matter how hard you try, you can't surpass me.

The group was so engrossed in their commotion that they didn't notice their good brother (good son) looking utterly miserable, almost in tears.

Yuan Sicheng looked at his phone balance. He looked left and right, up and down, and it was still 100,002.6 yuan.

This also includes his airfare for the day after tomorrow; otherwise, if the team leader gets angry, he'll definitely be in a panic.

How to do how to do.

Yuan Sicheng couldn't come up with a solution after a long time, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask the question.

"Yangyang, if I give you 80,002.6 yuan, you probably won't mind, right?"

I was really worried. I used to always fly first class, and I didn't know if the money I had left would be enough to fly business class.

Waaah, he's so pitiful, so poor.

Yuan Yangyang looked at him with a complicated expression.

Mr. Yuan wanted to cover his face in embarrassment.

He doesn't necessarily need this son.

Yuan Siyu really couldn't bear to see his younger brother acting so foolishly, so he came to his rescue, saying, "Yangyang isn't short of money right now. You can give it to her when you have more money in the future."

Yuan Si'an also comforted him, "Yes, Fourth Brother, it's just a token of our appreciation, don't worry about it too much."

“Yes, yes, you can keep the flowers for yourself, you don’t need to give them to me,” Yuan Yangyang quickly said.

[Oh my god, there are both small and large sums! If I actually took it, wouldn't I become a modern-day Zhou the Skinflint? I don't want that!]

[Now you know that even a hero can be brought down by a penny, huh? Let's see if you'll still be so extravagant and give all your money to Yuan Niaoniao!]

Young people are just so naive!

Learn from the eldest and third brothers; they can casually throw around black cards worth five million—how cool is that!

[However... for the sake of five million, should I tell my older brother about my guesses regarding the basement?]

Yuan Yangyang was conflicted.

Yuan Siyu spoke up at the right moment, asking with a puzzled look, "Yangyang, you know about my brother's matter. Can you help me analyze this and see if there's anything wrong with it?"

It all seemed too coincidental at first glance; now that I think about it, it almost seems like it was orchestrated.

"Third Brother, what you said... is right, absolutely right! I think what you said makes a lot of sense." Yuan Yangyang slammed her hand on the table, very excited.

[That's more like it! Finally, someone smart! That's a rare find!]

Yuan Yangyang was screaming in her heart.

Isn't it obvious? There aren't that many coincidences.

[My older brother doesn't seem like the type to be playful. And even if he were, why would he go to a dark basement alone? That doesn't make sense!]

[My older brother just said he's a coward!]

Why did the door have to break that day, locking him inside? And why did Yuan Niaoniao happen to go to the deserted basement the next day and just happen to save her older brother?

[What a coincidence that his mother opened the door for another coincidence! What an incredible coincidence!]

[And what about those footsteps? If you don't have a mental illness, how could you be hallucinating?!]

If there are no ghosts in the world, then they must be man-made!

I'm a genius! Call me Detective Ke Yangyang & Sherlock Holmes.

Yuan Yangyang was so engrossed in her thoughts that she unconsciously crossed her right hand over her chest, rested her chin on her left thumb, and placed her index finger on the bridge of her nose, as if deep in thought.

"Pfft!"

Yuan Sicheng, the sixth brother, couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing.

Some even imitated Yuan Yangyang's movements, mocking her, "Yangyang, when did you start liking eye exercises? Did you learn them from Brother Zuo?"

"Hahaha... Ah!"

Yuan Sicheng was laughing for a moment when he suddenly screamed. It turned out that his third brother couldn't stand it anymore and kicked him.

"Don't hit me! Don't hit me! I was wrong, Third Brother!"

"Serves you right! Who told you to laugh at me? Third Brother, give him a good beating!"

Yuan Sicheng begged for mercy repeatedly, and the room was filled with laughter.

Yuan Sizhe looked at the group of people laughing and joking, lowered his eyes, and pondered Yuan Yangyang's thoughts just now.

Looking at his eldest son, the worry that had been weighing on Yuan's heart finally subsided.

Knowing that reflection is a good thing, and having the opportunity to re-examine a previous event, is a form of growth.

After the group finally stopped making a ruckus, Mr. Yuan beckoned to Yuan Yangyang, signaling her to come over.

"Since you've decided to move out, that's fine with me. But you can come back anytime you want, whether it's when your filming is finished or whenever you want. The door is always open for you."

As he spoke, he glanced at the fourth and fifth brothers and said disdainfully, "Don't be like your fourth and fifth brothers, they're never home."

Well, it's not like I absolutely have to go back to this house, and I haven't even had a chance to see my boyfriend.

Mr. Yuan pulled out a bunch of keys from somewhere and handed them to Yuan Yangyang, saying, "This house with the scattered garden is the closest to the film set. You can stay here for now, and it will be convenient for you to go to the film set."

“This house is under your mother’s name. If you like living here, we can have her transfer it to you when she comes back.”

Yuan Yangyang accepted it with both hands and said sweetly, "Thank you, Dad. Please also thank Mom for me. I'm not picky; I'll definitely get used to it."

For the sake of the house, it's not that I can't go back.

It's only right to be filial to your parents!

[Maybe my parents will be so happy that they'll give me three, five, six, seven, or even eight more sets of apartments later. Wouldn't I be rich then!]

Yuan Yangyang held the room key in her hands; it felt heavy.

This isn't a key; it's clearly her ladder to wealth!

As the saying goes, little by little, you can make a fortune; as the saying goes, a little bit of sand makes a tower.

Given time, who wouldn't be a little rich woman by now!

No, she's already quite wealthy. Given time, she might even have a chance to become a real estate developer!

Hahahaha!

Yuan Yangyang was having a wonderful dream, her lips curling into a wide smile, when suddenly a remark from her father jolted her back to reality.

"There's one more thing. Mr. Lan from the Lan Group said he wants to pay a visit tomorrow. Does anyone have time to help me receive the guest?"

"The Lan clan? Which Lan clan?" Yuan Sicheng asked, frowning.

He can't stand the word 'blue' now; it always reminds him of that awful Lan Sitong, and it makes him feel physically uncomfortable.

Father Yuan glanced at his fourth son and said with a piercing tone, "It's the Lan family you're thinking of, the one that almost got taken advantage of."

That stupid son of mine, I wonder if he's learned his lesson after that incident.

But he wasn't always so lucky to be saved by Lao San and Yangyang.

[Oh my god! Could it be what I'm thinking?!]

【No! 】

Yuan Yangyang's eyes widened in shock at her own thoughts!