Su Ding couldn't dodge in time; the teacup hit him right on the forehead, and a streak of fresh blood immediately flowed down.
"Dad!" Fan Biyun exclaimed. "What are you doing? What did Su Ding say wrong?"
She hurriedly grabbed a handkerchief to cover Su Ding's wound.
Su Ding impatiently pushed her away. "Get away from me. If it weren't for you and your family, would my dad treat me like this?"
Fan Biyun froze, her eyes instantly turning red.
She had indeed looked after her maiden family over the years, but in her heart, the most important people were still Su Ding and their two sons.
How could she not feel a chill in her heart when Su Ding spoke to her like this?
Besides, it was clearly him who...
Su Bingcheng angrily slammed the table. "You still have the nerve to blame your wife? Do you not have a brain of your own? Without your backing, would the Fan family dare to come and harass your mother time and time again?"
At his advanced age, what hadn't Su Bingcheng seen?
Seeing Su Ding shirk responsibility like this only fueled the old man's fury.
Hearing her father-in-law speak up for her, Fan Biyun sat to the side and began to sob.
Su Bingcheng said impatiently, "Stop crying. You're just birds of a feather; otherwise, you wouldn't have ended up together!"
Su Ding and Fan Biyun had always had a good marital relationship, which meant their ways of thinking were quite similar.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to live together.
Su Lang couldn't help but look at the old man with a new level of respect.
His scolding was quite something—usually quiet, but absolutely astonishing when he finally spoke up.
He even felt a bit of regret for not calling his wife down to watch the good show.
The old man's scolding was actually quite entertaining.
Fan Biyun didn't dare to cry anymore.
Was Su Ding's father crazy?
Su Bingcheng continued, "Chengzhou gets this portion. Do any of you have a problem with that?"
Su Jue and Deng Jing exchanged a glance. "We have no objections."
Su Lang smiled. "Our family has no objections either."
"Of course your family has no objections," Fan Biyun sneered.
Since they were dividing the family assets anyway, she didn't care about tearing off all pretenses anymore. Fan Biyun couldn't be bothered to hold back.
"You're the ones raising Jiang Chengzhou, and the money will be kept with you two. He's still young right now. In ten years or so, who knows if Mom and Dad will still be around? When that time comes, who can say for sure who the money was actually spent on?"
Wang Gaihua chimed in, "Su Ding is the eldest uncle. Logically speaking, the eldest uncle should be the one to take care of this nephew."
How much could it cost to raise a child?
As long as he didn't starve to death, it would be fine.
Two hundred and fifty yuan! The Fan family could save for over a decade and still might not amass that much money.
Wang Gaihua thought to herself, if whoever raised Jiang Chengzhou got this sum of money, it would be better to let her daughter Biyun raise him.
As soon as she said this, before Su Bingcheng or Su Lang could even react, Jiang Chengzhou sprang up from his chair. "In your dreams! I don't want you to raise me!"
He was so angry his hair practically stood on end. He gritted his teeth, looking as though he wanted to march over and bite them.
Su Lang grabbed his shoulder. "Calm down. They don't have the final say in this. Your aunt already told me that if I don't bring you back, I shouldn't bother coming back myself."
Jiang Chengzhou snorted a breath from his nose. "If you don't go back, I'm still going back."
"Hey," Su Lang ruffled his hair. "You brat, do you not realize I'm speaking up for you?"
"Alright, enough said about this. Chengzhou will stay with little Lang and Zhilan; we are at ease with that." Su Bingcheng tapped the money on the table.
First of all, they had to consider Chengzhou's own wishes.
Secondly, the old couple trusted their youngest son the most.
Su Lang was raised by his eldest sister, and he was the one who had brought Chengzhou out of the Jiang family in the first place. He wouldn't let Chengzhou suffer any grievances.
Then there was their youngest daughter-in-law, whose conduct, character, and capabilities were flawless in every aspect, setting their minds at ease.
Even if the old couple passed away, Su Lang and his wife wouldn't stoop to embezzling Chengzhou's little bit of money.
Of course, Su Jue and Deng Jing wouldn't covet the money either. But Su Jue's job was unique, keeping him away for years at a time, and it was impossible for Deng Jing to take on another child while raising three of her own.
Furthermore, Deng Jing didn't have the strong personality of the youngest daughter-in-law. She avoided trouble and wouldn't be able to handle the eldest son and his wife.
It wasn't a huge sum of money anyway. Even in the worst-case scenario, if their youngest son and daughter-in-law really decided to take the money one day, the old couple would accept it.
At the very least, Su Lang and Lin Zhilan had shown genuine kindness to their grandson.
As his grandparents, and even if Su Jia, his biological mother, were still alive, they wouldn't be able to find any fault with it.
Su Lang didn't decline; he simply took two portions of the money from the table.
Fan Biyun hastily grabbed her portion.
Su Jue unhurriedly took the last remaining portion and handed it to Deng Jing.
Wang Gaihua tugged at her daughter's sleeve. "Do you really believe your in-laws only have this much money?"
Fan Biyun definitely didn't believe it.
Before he retired, her father-in-law was a division-level cadre. She had asked around and found out his monthly pension was over fifty yuan, which was higher than her monthly salary.
Her mother-in-law also had a pension. She had heard that during the Liberation, the state had returned a lot of items to them in addition to their house.
Capitalists from the old days were incredibly rich; they definitely had valuable treasures.
She didn't know what the old couple was thinking—they would rather let the stuff gather mold than take it out and give it to their sons.
Su Jue was sitting closer to Fan Biyun and Wang Gaihua. He happened to overhear this and turned his head, frowning as he asked, "How much money and property my parents have—what business is that of yours?"
Although the others hadn't heard exactly what Wang Gaihua said, they could guess from Su Jue's tone.
Wang Gaihua argued, "You can't put it like that. As parents, aren't they eventually going to distribute their belongings to their children?"
Su Lang sneered, "By your logic, I wonder how much money you plan to give my sister-in-law when the time comes?"
"She is a married-out daughter..." Wang Gaihua mumbled. "I've never seen a family like yours, giving money to a daughter and a grandson when dividing up the estate."
In the eyes of someone like Wang Gaihua, who favored sons over daughters, wasn't this just giving money away for nothing?
Hearing this, Su Ding glared at Fan Biyun.
The reason he was so furious this time was that he had discovered more than half of their family's savings was gone.
When he asked Fan Biyun about it, she merely said she had lent it to her brother.
Having been the Fan family's son-in-law for so many years, Su Ding knew exactly what kind of character the Fan family members had.
Calling it a loan meant he could forget about ever seeing that money again in this lifetime.
Meeting her husband's gaze, Fan Biyun lowered her head.
Every time she returned to her maiden home, Wang Gaihua would cry about being poor and coax a sum of money out of her.
Over time, it added up. She hadn't realized it until she carefully calculated it a couple of days ago—it had actually amounted to several hundred yuan.
If she really couldn't get it back, even if Su Ding didn't divorce her, she could forget about managing their finances ever again.
Su Bingcheng couldn't be bothered to look at his eldest son and daughter-in-law. He carefully observed the three children in the living room.
Su Ming looked completely indifferent.
Su Lei was glaring resentfully at his maternal grandmother.
Jiang Chengzhou sat beside Su Lang, his back straight and his eyes calm, looking exactly like his youngest uncle did when he was a child.
Su Bingcheng sighed inwardly. "This is the Su family, and what we are dividing right now are the belongings of us two elders. Whatever the older generation gives you, just take it obediently and stop talking so much."
Neither Su Jue nor Su Lang had spoken out of turn, so the people he was accusing of talking too much were naturally the eldest son's family.
