After hearing Mrs. Hai’s rhetorical question, those families with sons were silent.
“In the village, it is an unwritten rule that the family property is left to the sons, and the sons are responsible for their old age, I know, but, my parents did not have sons, they only had two people, my sister and I. The inheritance that belongs to my parents’ legacy should naturally be inherited by me and my sister.”
“I wonder where my grandmother found a son for my parents? Did he wear mourning when my parents passed away? Did my parents go through the adoption process with him?”
“My family’s account book has always been in my sister’s possession, and I have looked through it several times, but I don’t see anyone added to my family’s account book.”
Hai Tong answered Old Mrs. Hai’s words in a loud voice.
The crowd of onlookers heard Hai Tong’s voice and all turned their heads to look at her.
When they saw Hai Tong, surrounded by a group of men in black, walking shoulder to shoulder with Zhan Yin, the crowd hurriedly made way for Hai Tong and her group to walk unhindered to the entrance of their house.
Hai Ling left Yang Yang to Ah Qi to take with her to play around.
She did not want Yang Yang to see her quarrelling with her old family.
Mrs. Shang’s mother and daughter, flanked by a group of bodyguards, also trailed behind Hai Tong and his wife as they walked over. m.
Mrs. Shang’s face was particularly ugly.
It had taken her decades to find out her sister’s whereabouts, but she had passed away in a car accident sixteen years ago.
Fortunately, she had left behind two nieces, the eldest of whom looked so much like her sister that Mrs Shang looked at Hai Ling as if she were seeing her sister, which was somewhat of a comfort to her.
Mrs Shang has always wanted to see the place where her sister lived, to offer incense at her sister’s grave and to talk to her.
This wish never came true as her two nieces did not know where their parents’ graves had been moved to.
She also told her nieces that she would fully support them in their fight to get back their parents’ inheritance.
Hearing those words from Old Mrs. Hai, Mrs. Shang turned blue with anger.
The house that her sister and her husband had worked so hard to build, those people bullied her two nieces back then for being young, ignorant and incapable, forcibly taking over the house and driving the two children out of the house and out of the village.
Now the two Hai Tong sisters have come back to ask for the house, and the dead old woman dares to shout that she has passed on her son.
It is clear that she wants to take over the house openly and honestly.
Mrs. Shang decided that today she would force them to reveal the location of her sister’s graves, and that it was useless to argue about the house.
She didn’t believe that with the strength of the merchants and the War family, she wouldn’t be able to get a house back.
“Hai Ling and Hai Tong are back.”
The onlookers recognized Hai Tong, as she had come back last year to refute the dirty water her grandparents had thrown on her sisters, and had met everyone.
It went without saying that Hai Ling, who had lost dozens of pounds, looked as good as her mother did when she was alive, and seeing her was like seeing her mother.
“Hai Ling is really looking more and more like Jia Hui.”
Hong Jiahui is the mother of the two Hai Ling sisters and the surname Hong is the surname of their adoptive grandfather; really, Hong Jiahui’s original surname is Feng, a relatively rare surname, and only Mrs Shang knows what her original name was.