After being reborn, I decisively broke off my engagement and married a cold-faced military young mas

How to say this?

I feel ashamed.

Old Zhang then asked, "What about Chenchen?"

"They're playing outside."

"She's even abandoned Chenchen? Where did she go?"

After thinking it over, Yang Guangzong decided to tell Lao Zhang the truth.

"She went to see her ex-husband, the one surnamed Lu. As a result, he sued her, and now she's been detained for ten days. She'll have to spend the Lunar New Year in the detention center."

Old Zhang was speechless.

"This Fang Qing is really outrageous. She's already married to you, so why is she still going to see her ex-husband?"

Yang Guangzong sneered, thinking to himself that Fang Qing was a shameless woman.

Forget it, Old Zhang doesn't have many days left, I don't want to cause any more trouble.

What if he thinks Fang Qing isn't good enough and advises him to marry another woman?

He didn't want to cause any trouble.

"It seems that someone owed her money and hadn't paid it back, so she went to ask that guy surnamed Lu for the money. He wouldn't open the door for her, so she climbed in through the window, and then he sued her."

"What? What money do you owe?"

"Regarding their house, I heard that Fang Qing also contributed some money. After the divorce, Lu Jiangting got the house, and Fang Qing got nothing. She was unwilling to accept it."

The reason seemed plausible, and Old Zhang believed it.

He sighed and said, "It's gotten to the point of divorce, it's bound to be a fight to the death. It's not a lot of money, let's just forget about it. It's been years, how can we possibly settle this now?"

Yang Guangzong: "..." You're about to die, and you really treat money like dirt.

"Yes, that's what I said about her too."

Yang Guangzong endured serving Old Zhang for three days, but he felt he was about to lose control.

But there are still seven days left, and we have to keep enduring it.

So he ordered Wang Chenchen to change Old Zhang's diaper.

Wang Chenchen would never agree to that.

He shouted that Yang Guangzong was bullying him because his mother wasn't home.

Worried that Lao Zhang would overhear, Yang Guangzong quickly covered his mouth and gave him 50 cents to buy fireworks at the convenience store before he was satisfied.

The Lunar New Year is just four days away. It's been especially cold these past few days, and Old Zhang's cough has gotten worse. His medicine isn't working anymore.

And it's very painful; I can only control it by taking special painkillers.

I couldn't eat anymore, and I just kept sighing as I looked at the brazier.

He had Yang Guangzong and Wang Chenchen sit next to him, then sighed, "I'm afraid I can't do it."

"Dad, it's New Year's Day today, don't say anything unlucky."

Old Zhang gave a bitter smile and said, "From the moment I got this illness, I knew this day would come. I originally thought that I would die here and rot away without anyone knowing, but I never expected that my brothers and sisters would forgive me and come to see me. And you... you, Fang Qing, Chenchen. You strangers were willing to form a family with me. I have been very happy these past two years, and I am very grateful to you."

I don't know if it's because I'm nearing the end, but I can feel it myself.

There were some things that Lao Zhang felt he might never have the chance to tell if he didn't.

As he spoke, he shakily raised his finger and pointed to the roof. "Xiao Yang, there's a box up there. Get the ladder, climb up, and bring the box down."

what?

Yang Guangzong looked up, but he couldn't see the box where he was pointing.

He listened to him, took the ladder, climbed up, and saw it.

A small wooden box.

There really is a box?

If you talk to him about the box at this time, it must be something good.

Yang Guangzong was somewhat agitated.

Holding the box, I slowly climbed down.

"Dad, the box is here."

Old Zhang reached out his trembling hand to take the box, then reached into his clothes and groped around for a while before pulling out a key.

The box was opened, and inside was a bankbook and some receipts.

Yang Guangzong felt a pang of heartache looking at these tickets.

That old geezer, he still has so many votes saved up?

Unfortunately, the ticket is no longer valid.

Wow, this old man is something else, he actually has so much money.

"From today onwards, these things will be entrusted to you for safekeeping. When I arrive, I will withdraw the money from these items, and the three of you can live a good life together."

Yang Guangzong was overjoyed, but he threw the savings book aside as if the money were dirt, and cried out, "Dad, what nonsense are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense during the New Year. Are you feeling unwell? I'll take you to the hospital. Auntie has money, and we can treat your illness."

While he was acting, Wang Chenchen picked up the bankbook and looked at it.

More than ten thousand yuan! Does Grandpa Zhang have that much money?

Old Zhang waved his hand and said, "I know my own situation. In any case, I thank you for these past two years. Otherwise, I don't know how miserable I would have been. My money is here. As for the house... you can talk to my older brother later. He'll understand."

Ok?

What does the house have to do with the eldest son of the Zhang family?

Just as he was thinking this, Old Zhang suddenly coughed violently, which disrupted Yang Guangzong's thoughts, and he quickly helped him catch his breath.

Perhaps because he really saw the money, Yang Guangzong served Old Zhang without the slightest impatience that day, providing him with food and drink, but unfortunately, Old Zhang couldn't eat.

Afterwards, they changed him into a clean set of clothes.

Old Zhang said he was cold, so he added charcoal and heated the room until it was nice and warm before going to sleep next door.

The next day, he started thinking about how to withdraw the money ahead of schedule.

Previously, Lao Zhang took them to the neighborhood office to sign an agreement. There were witnesses and it was stamped. That agreement was actually a will.

A will only becomes effective upon death.

In other words, after Lao Zhang dies, he and Fang Qing can only go to the bank together with the relevant documents to withdraw the money.

But if he did that, he would have to split the more than 10,000 yuan with Fang Qing.

He didn't want to split the money with Fang Qing, so he was thinking about how to take it out in advance.

Just then, Wang Chenchen suddenly came to call him.

“Old Yang, Yang Guangzong, Grandpa Zhang isn’t moving.”

Yang Guangzong quickly came out of Fang Qing's room, "What? What do you mean by not moving?"

"I don't know, it doesn't respond when I call it, and it's not moving anymore, it might be dead."

What?

died?

This is so sudden!

Yang Guangzong hadn't yet figured out a way to withdraw the money in advance.

He was so frightened that he rushed next door to check and found that Old Zhang was indeed lifeless and dead.

Isn't this too fast?

I used to always complain about why he wasn't dead yet, but this time he died way too quickly.

Yang Guangzong stumbled and hurriedly went to a nearby phone booth to call Lao Zhang's third sister.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Zhang Sanjie's house was quite lively. Her daughters brought their sons-in-law and grandsons back for the New Year's dinner, and then she received this phone call.

Respect for the deceased is paramount, so she disregarded everything else and quickly sent someone to notify her other brothers before heading to Old Zhang's house herself.

Although she had known for a long time that her younger brother wouldn't live much longer, seeing him actually dead still made Zhang Sanjie extremely sad, and she cried her heart out.

Zhang Sanjie had many children and grandchildren and a wide network of connections. Her descendants quickly arranged her funeral and set up a mourning hall.

Yang Guangzong only needed to honestly act as a filial son and complete the procedures.

The other brothers are also getting old, and it's the Lunar New Year, so only the eldest brother came. The others sent their sons or grandsons as a token gesture.