Chapter 228: Chang Gui: The Eldest Legitimate Son

The next day, Yin Shulan’s third son, Yin Dingjie, received a call from his mother.

“I’ll come over to your place at noon. You should call your older brothers too,” Yin Shulan’s voice came from the other end.

Yin Dingjie was momentarily stunned because his mother’s tone sounded unfamiliar to him.

Yin Dingjie knew that although Yin Shulan appeared strict on the surface, she actually loved her four children dearly, especially the eldest, Yin Changgui, who was particularly favored.

The name “Changgui” was personally chosen by Yin Shulan, while the names of the other brothers were given by a local teacher in town.

Today, however, her voice lacked its usual harshness but instead carried a coldness that was devoid of any previous warmth or closeness.

“Did you hear me?” Yin Shulan’s tone became impatient after receiving no response from Yin Dingjie for a long time.

“Oh, oh, yes, I heard you,” Yin Dingjie hastily replied.

Listening to the busy signal after hanging up, Yin Dingjie looked bewildered.

His mother hadn’t even asked if he had eaten before hanging up the phone?

Was the only purpose of her call to inform them about meeting at noon?

Feeling uneasy, Yin Dingjie took the noon meeting seriously and immediately notified his two older brothers, even asking his wife to go early in the morning to buy ingredients for preparing food.

Closer to noon, Yin Dingjie pulled his son, Yin Shanshun, out of his room.

“Your grandmother is coming soon, behave yourself!” Yin Dingjie warned his son.

“What? Why are we so nervous about Grandma coming?” Yin Shanshun was secretly reading a comic book when Yin Dingjie entered, and he was quite startled.

“You little brat, that’s your grandmother!” Yin Dingjie took the opportunity to slap his son, relieving some of his inner anxiety.

Used to being hit, Yin Shanshun didn’t realize he was being used as an emotional outlet and continued saying, “We’re family, why be so formal?”

Yin Dingjie was amused by Yin Shanshun’s logic. He patted his son’s head again and handed him the phone, letting him play games in the living room.

At half past eleven, the doorbell rang.

Yin Dingjie immediately took the phone from Yin Shanshun’s hand. “Go pour some tea for your grandma.”

“What for? We’re family, who pours tea at home!” Yin Shanshun grumbled as he went into the kitchen to prepare the tea.

Yin Dingjie opened the door, and outside was Yin Shuyu.

Xia Yu hadn’t even stepped into the house when Yin Dingjie grabbed her hand and pulled her to sit at the table.

Yin Shanshun came out of the kitchen, casually walking up to Xia Yu.

Holding the teacup in one hand, Yin Shanshun said bluntly, “Here.”

Yin Dingjie, who had been thinking about how to tactfully suggest that his mother should go to a psychiatric hospital for a check-up, was so angry he was about to hit him.

Yin Shanshun cleverly dodged behind Xia Yu to avoid his father.

“Sit down, what kind of behavior is this,” Xia Yu told Yin Dingjie to sit, then turned her gaze to Yin Shanshun.

Her telepathic ability told her that although this grandson seemed like a troublemaker on the surface, his affection for Yin Shulan was actually only slightly less than Yin Dingjie’s, and higher than that of Yin Dingjie’s two older brothers, Yin Shulan’s other two sons.

However, a troublemaker was still a troublemaker; he needed some polishing.

She placed the handbag she was carrying on the table and tapped her fingers on it.

“What is this?” Yin Shanshun’s curiosity was piqued by Xia Yu.

“A notebook,” Xia Yu replied.

“You brought a notebook in a handbag…,” Yin Shanshun said, but halfway through he realized something, lowering his voice as if he had seen contraband, “This is a computer?”

Xia Yu nodded.

“Grandma, it’s inconvenient for you to carry a computer. Let me keep it for you first,” Yin Shanshun eyed the notebook greedily.

Only three students in his class had computers at home, two of which were bulky old models, and only one could barely run some games. Even that was enough to make others envious; during weekends, visiting that student’s house required prior arrangement, and during regular days, no one dared to offend him, instead constantly trying to please him.

Now, a much more advanced notebook computer was right in front of him.

Seeing the longing in Yin Shanshun’s eyes, Xia Yu smiled. “Actually, I can give it to you.”

Yin Shanshun’s eyes widened; he couldn’t believe it at first.

“Really?” he asked.

“Grandma is a bit thirsty,” Xia Yu said.

Yin Shanshun immediately tried to hand over the cup of water he had, but halfway through, he stopped. He put the water down, ran into Yin Dingjie’s room.

“Hey, what are you doing!” Yin Dingjie shouted after him.

“Dad, where’s your hidden tea? Oh, I found it!” Yin Shanshun slipped out of the room, brewed a cup of tea for Xia Yu, and then brought a nearby stool, sitting behind Xia Yu and giving her a back massage.

Xia Yu comfortably enjoyed it, while Yin Dingjie watched with a bit of envy.

After a minute, the door was knocked on again; it was Yin Shulan’s eldest and second sons who had arrived.

“Mom, what did you call us for?” the two entered the house.

Seeing that everyone was present, Xia Yu handed the handbag to Yin Shanshun. “Go play in the room.”

Yin Shanshun sweetly said “Thank you, Grandma,” took the bag, opened it and saw the real notebook inside, then hurriedly made another cup of tea for Xia Yu.

“What’s going on here?” Yin Changgui took the notebook and glanced at it. “This is the most expensive one, right? Almost ten thousand yuan!”

Yin Changgui remembered clearly because his own son had once asked for this notebook.

“Mom, something so expensive…” Yin Dingjie looked at Xia Yu.

“Expensive? Only here can it be considered expensive. Outside, there are ones worth twenty or thirty thousand, even forty or fifty thousand,” Xia Yu calmly drank some tea.

Waving her hand, Xia Yu let Yin Shanshun take the bag.

“Mom, you can’t show favoritism like this. Your eldest grandson also wants one badly,” Yin Changgui, envious of Yin Shanshun, said to Xia Yu.

“He’s an unemployed bum, what does he need a notebook for? Step aside, it’s time to talk about serious matters,” Xia Yu ignored Yin Changgui.

“Mom, you really can’t do this. you have to be fair,” Yin Changgui kept nagging about the issue.

“If you were still living together as one family, it would be your responsibility to be fair. But since you’ve all moved out and started your own families, whether I’m fair or not depends on my mood,” Xia Yu countered.

“Grandma, even though we moved out, we’re still family.”

Xia Yu didn’t feel like talking to him. “Today I came to discuss my more than one million yuan. If you don’t want to listen, you can go home.”

Yin Changgui immediately quieted down.

After they were all seated, Xia Yu began speaking. “I’ve already consulted a lawyer and made a will. After my death, my money will be divided as follows: six parts to the third son, three parts to the second son, and one part to the eldest son. Once Zhengzheng dies, you can get the money.”

“Who is Zhengzheng?” the three asked in confusion.

“Good, it seems you have no objections to the distribution ratio. Then the ratio will be decided this way. Now let’s talk about Zhengzheng. Since you disagree, we’ll remove the part about Zhengzheng,” Xia Yu smiled.

“Wait, I have objections to this ratio!” Yin Changgui knelt in front of Xia Yu, grabbing her hand. “Why do I only get one part? I’m your eldest son!”

“Previously, the third son borrowed five thousand yuan from me, the second son borrowed two thousand, and you borrowed five hundred. This ratio I’ve set is already being considerate of you.” When she went to make the will in the morning, Xia Yu originally didn’t plan to give him anything, but Yin Shulan was soft-hearted and left him one part.

“Mom, you can’t calculate it like this!” Yin Changgui began counting on his fingers. “Let me explain it to you.”