Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 100: The Female Supporting Character Without a House _1

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: The Female Supporting Character Without a House 100_1

Zhang Dagu and his wife, after all, were of advanced age and their survival instincts weren’t particularly strong. They passed away before Wang Yun graduated from college.

Both Zhang Dagu and Pan Juan mentioned wanting to attend Wang Yun’s graduation ceremony before they died.

When this story spread, many relatives said that the elderly couple couldn’t let go of their granddaughter Wang Yun and that they were very fond of her.

Zhang Yu knew that for the old couple, the numerous trips they took together weren’t without fondness for Wang Yun, but they valued blood relations more.

They continuously called out for Wang Yun before passing, regretting that they couldn’t attend her graduation ceremony.

Zhang Yu felt that a more likely possibility was that they missed the days when they could travel abroad every year.

Back then, they were genuinely happy, savoring delicious food, enjoying beautiful scenery, and drinking fine wine.

As Zhang Yu kept vigil, standing in front of their spirit tablets, "You should be able to see her now; I hope you can take good care of her."

"At least you two didn’t owe anything this time."

Compared to their previous life, it could be said that this time they had been to many places and definitely hadn’t shortchanged themselves.

After finishing Pan Juan’s funeral, with both elderly people in the family gone, following Chiang Yun’s suggestion, it seemed unwise to leave the house unused; it was better to sell it.

Zhang Yu knew the house would be sold sooner or later, but didn’t expect it to be so rushed, not even waiting for a year after Pan Juan’s death before selling the house.

"As long as you all have decided, that’s fine." Seeing the expressions on Zhang Shouhua and Zhang Hong’s faces, Zhang Yu thought, well, they must have discussed this a long time ago.

"How this house is dealt with doesn’t concern me." Zhang Yu stood up, ready to call Wang Yun, who had specifically rushed back, to leave with him.

The child had hastened back from abroad upon hearing of Pan Juan’s death and had to catch her flight back tonight.

Of course, it wasn’t just her; Zhang Xin also took the time out of her busy schedule to come back for her grandmother’s funeral.

Zhang Yu felt that this girl was actually here for the house. After graduating with her master’s, Zhang Xin worked at an investment bank on Wall Street.

But based on the information Wang Yun had gathered and Zhang Xin’s evasive reluctance to name her employer, Zhang Yu was certain the girl had taken a job at a small investment bank.

Not that she looked down on small investment banks; she knew of a few good ones with promising growth prospects, and if Zhang Xin worked hard, she could gain a lot of experience.

This would be of great help to her when changing jobs in the future, but seeing her aggressive attitude and posturing, Zhang Yu thought she must be doing just average.

Although she was just average, she didn’t lack pretension, speaking entirely in English with Wang Yun, talking about dining at Michelin-starred restaurants and staying at upscale hotels, and so on.

Zhang Yu rolled her eyes; it hadn’t been long since she left, and here she was, pulling this act. If she really had the ability, she would earn her own money to buy a house, instead of pressuring Zhang Shouhua and his wife to sell their house, just so she could buy one in America.

In her previous life, Zhang Shouhua had done just that, and when they ran out of money, Zhang Xin turned her back on them and kicked them out. Luckily, they had a little savings left and bought a small house, preventing them from ending up on the streets.

This time, Zhang Shouhua remembered Zhang Yu’s previous warning; no matter how much Du Xia and her daughter Zhang Xin made a fuss, he firmly refused to sell the only house they lived in.

This infuriated Zhang Xin so much that she spat blood, or else she wouldn’t have hurried back to attend Pan Juan’s funeral.

Seeing that Zhang Yu was about to leave, Zhang Xin immediately became anxious, continuously signalling to Du Xia and the others.

Zhang Guohua called out to Zhang Yu, "Little Yu, this is where our parents lived. Selling it just like that leaves an empty space in the heart."

"Then don’t sell it," replied Zhang Yu smoothly, certain that they were definitely targeting her.

For example, asking her to buy this house was a very likely scenario, as a house where the elderly had just died wouldn’t fetch a good price.

This was definitely not something the three families wanted to see, "If you’re reluctant to sell, then don’t."

"We can’t not sell it, the school district house we bought initially isn’t big, and now Xiao Yi’s wife is pregnant with their second child—they want to switch to a bigger school district house."

Zhang Hong expressed a similar sentiment, also having had a second child and wanting to move into a larger house, but larger houses in good school districts are by no means cheap.

Zhang Shouhua needn’t even be mentioned, he was just another person yearning for the money.

"Then let’s list it, don’t worry, when my signature is needed, I will definitely sign. Or how about this, we can go to the lawyer and sign an agreement."

Their connection was simply the house Zhang Dagu and his wife lived in before they passed away. Once this house sold, one could say their ties were completely severed.

The few of them looked at each other, feeling that Little Yu couldn’t possibly be unaware, however, they couldn’t overcome her reluctance to broach the subject herself.

The helpless group could only beat around the bush, hoping she would buy the house.

Little Yu really amused them, "I have plenty of houses, and I don’t have the money to buy at the moment, plus there’s the purchase restriction."

Thank goodness for the recently introduced property purchase restriction policy, which allowed her to avoid this problem.

Zhang Guohua and the others did not expect Little Yu to say she was short of money or mention the purchase restriction, and they had no choice but to give up.

No matter how much they claimed to be reluctant to sell, it wasn’t long before the house was sold. When Little Yu went to sign the agreement, she knew that due to the urgency of the sale, the house went for just eighty percent of its market value.

This caused discontent among the three families, each blaming the others for being in a rush for money and consequently not achieving a fair price for the house.

Little Yu watched them argue and guessed that in the future, their interactions might dwindle, or perhaps even their sibling ties might sever.

Indeed, as she predicted, Zhang Guohua and the others had a falling out, publicly speaking ill of each other in the family group, really making a spectacle for the relatives to gossip about.

Because the money they received was less than expected, Zhang Yi’s house upgrade wasn’t much better, and his wife made all sorts of fuss about it.

Zhang Guohua and his wife, with no alternative, had to go every day, slaving away to cover all household expenses, just to keep Zhang Yi’s family stable.

Zhang Shouhua couldn’t bear Zhang Xin’s incessant complaints either, so he sold the house he had lived in for many years, moved into a small studio, and scraped together money for Zhang Xin to buy a house abroad.

To pay off debts, Zhang Shouhua, in his old age, had to work at a training institute to earn money.

Zhang Xin, living overseas, was just getting by, and eventually, for the sake of getting a green card, married a second-generation immigrant, leading a tight life.

Not to talk of filial piety, they even had to send money to her.

Out of the three, Zhang Hong was slightly better off. Although her child wasn’t successful, at least they didn’t leech off her completely and were somewhat filial toward her.

As for Little Yu, after retirement, she and her in-laws, Li Zhe’s parents, traveled everywhere. A few years after Wang Yun and Li Zhe got married and had a child, the three of them went over to help care for the youngster, naturally finding time for their own enjoyment as well.

Zhang Guohua and the others, seeing the occasional travel photos that Little Yu posted on her social network, as well as the luxurious house bought by Wang Yun and her family, could only sigh with envy at her comfortable life and Wang Yun’s success—what else could they do?

Wang Yun, a doctor by profession, with a husband in research, found their careers thriving after returning to work in China. Aside from marveling at Little Yu’s good fortune, they continued to do just that.

Zhang Guohua and the others, aware that Wang Yun and her husband had returned to the country for work, did not refrain from reaching out, hoping they could give their cousins a leg up.

But they never got to see Wang Yun, and instead, were courteously turned away by Little Yu herself.

Seeing Little Yu looking ever more youthful, Zhang Guohua and the others sighed. This was the disparity, and even though her words were no longer as cutting, her presence had grown even more imposing, a single glance enough to freeze them in place. freeweɓnovel.cøm

For the rest of their lives, they never reached out to Little Yu again, nor did they ever reunite, until one by one, they passed from this world. Only then did Little Yu attend their funerals.

Watching the squabbling among Zhang Guohua’s descendants at the funeral home, Little Yu felt quite pleased. Unless there was an exception, the lives of Zhang Guohua’s descendants were only going to get tougher.