She won't clear her name; she'll throw away all the scum.

Chapter 394

Fang's father leaned against the wall, listening to Jiang Wenhua's incessant ramblings in his ear. He felt uneasy, sensing that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, and he gradually became agitated.

Jiang Wenhua: "Now that you've completed the task of continuing the family line, shouldn't you start thinking about how to live a good life? If you rely on your sons every day, can you expect to have eggs at every meal?"

Father Fang thought of his three sons, each one of them incredibly lazy. Let alone feeding them eggs every meal, just not letting them eat his food would be considered a great act of filial piety. If he placed all his hopes on them, they would only live a life of hardship.

But he couldn't just abandon his son for a girl. If he couldn't rely on his son, he couldn't rely on his daughter either. Although Sanya was a promising girl, no one in their village had ever made a fortune through their daughters.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wenhua smiled and asked, "Are there any people in your village who have made a good living because of their sons? Besides your Sanya, are there any other workers in your village?"

Mr. Fang was bewildered. Yes, his daughter Sanya was the only worker in the village, which was incomparable to others. Moreover, when it comes to relying on sons, there are many elderly people who end up miserable in their later years because of their sons. On the contrary, some daughters are more conscientious and will help out.

"But I've never heard of any parents relying on their daughters."

Jiang Wenhua: "I'm not asking you to rely on me, but don't block your own escape route either. Think about it, if you're squeezing money from your daughter to give to your son now, and then squeezing money from your grandson later, it's an endless cycle. You're offending people in the process, but who's actually enjoying the benefits?"

Mr. Fang: "My son and grandson?"

Jiang Wenhua: "So, do you enjoy a lot of happiness yourself? You got the money, but you didn't spend much of it on yourself before giving it to your son and grandson. All the money is spent on others. How can you live a good life?"

Mr. Fang: "If I don't give my money to my son, who will I give it to?"

Jiang Wenhua: "Did I just tell you for nothing? You've completed your task of carrying on the family line. How your sons are doing is up to them to make their own way. They're all grown up now, they can't just hide behind you and use your money forever. What will happen to them when you're gone?"

You can ask your daughter for money, but what if your sons didn't have any daughters? Who will they ask for money from then? They can't exactly sell your grandson, can they?

Mr. Fang's expression turned serious. "How can you sell your grandson? Surely you can't not even have a daughter?"

Jiang Wenhua: "Can you guarantee that you'll definitely have a girl? Can you guarantee that the girl will be able to take care of your whole family? Can you guarantee that the girl will be as successful as your Sanya and be able to work as a factory worker?"

Mr. Fang shook his head. These kinds of things depend on God. How could an ordinary person like him know?

"What exactly are you trying to say? What nonsense are you spouting? If you're pleading for Sanya, I won't accept this casual remark. You need to show some sincerity, right?" Father Fang rubbed his two fingers together, his meaning clear: he wanted money and benefits.

Fang Yingdi is already useless. He said so much just now, but he couldn't get any reaction from her. Old Mrs. Xia didn't say anything either. She didn't know what Jiang Wenhua meant. It was completely different from the plan they had talked about at her house before. Old Mrs. Xia didn't dare to interrupt, for fear of affecting Jiang Wenhua's subsequent performance.

Jiang Wenhua had no choice but to continue speaking alone: ​​"What sincerity, Uncle? You're wrong."

Mr. Fang asked in confusion, "What did I do wrong?"

Jiang Wenhua: "I've been talking to you for so long, let me just tell you straight, if you want to live a good life when you're old, you can't rely on your useless son, right?"

Mr. Fang wanted to retort, but Jiang Wenhua didn't give him the chance. "Don't tell me how good or capable your son is. If he's so capable, why doesn't he come to work as a factory worker? Is it because he doesn't want to?"

Mr. Fang fell silent.

Jiang Wenhua: "You parents love your son, but you can't not think about yourselves, right? You've been good enough to your son in the first half of your lives. People have to think about themselves. How many more years do you have to live? When you get old, have you thought about what will happen to yourselves?"

Mr. Fang: "They definitely won't abandon us."

Jiang Wenhua: "We won't abandon you, but if they can't even support themselves, how much energy can they spare for you? Will they treat you the way you treat them? They can't earn money, they have to raise children, and they're still willing to spend money on your medical treatment and food?"

Mr. Fang thought it was unlikely. He himself wasn't that good to his own parents, so his son certainly wouldn't be any better. Putting aside their conscience, judging from their appearance, they probably couldn't even support a large family.

At this point, Mr. Fang's attitude softened, and he began to ask more seriously, "But this has been the case for generations of our family. What am I supposed to do?"

Jiang Wenhua: "Your daughter is successful, so while you're still able to work, treat her well and stop trying to bleed her dry. If your son abandons you in the future, your Sanya is so capable and has a conscience; she'll definitely help you get justice. She's educated; when she goes to seek justice for you, do you think she can't out-argue your sons? Besides, if you get sick in the future, and your sons watch you die, won't she still help you?"

Jiang Wenhua didn't dare to be too definitive, fearing that the old man might take her words to heart and really try to take advantage of Fang Yingdi. But if he didn't paint a picture of a serious illness for her now, he wouldn't be so easy to talk to. Just like Old Xia's sister, they were now at a disadvantage again.

If Comrade Xiao Fang could also be more patient, things would be much easier for him to say. He wouldn't need to make empty promises; a simple threat would be enough to scare them off.

Jiang Wenhua racked his brains to resolve the matter today, and slightly modified the original plan to sever all ties, changing it to a situation where everyone could avoid a complete falling out. However, Fang's parents, out of consideration for their retirement, didn't pressure Fang Yingdi for money, while Fang Yingdi needed to visit her family during holidays and buy them small gifts to maintain appearances and goodwill.

Well... that's fine, but it'll be a bit of a hassle, because Fang's parents might turn against her at any time, and Fang Yingdi doesn't know when she'll be controlled by them again.

Jiang Wenhua's thoughts were in turmoil. He felt that he still needed to think of a way to prevent future troubles.

Mr. Fang was stunned by Jiang Wenhua's words, and even Mrs. Fang in the ward perked up her ears to listen. It was true that they doted on their son and liked boys, but they also had their own selfish motives; no one would want their old age to be miserable.

After hearing what the young man said, they began to seriously consider Fang Yingdi's value to them.

To be fair, sons can be good or bad, but a family with a bad son isn't necessarily bad with a daughter, unless they're really pushing the girl into a fire pit.