Chapter 960

Speaking to this point, Tan Ying was finally angry, and her palm slapped the table heavily, emitting a crisp sound.

Her voice rose sharply: "Money-losing commodity? Am I a money-losing commodity? Then who provided the life you are living now? What money did you lose? Huh?!"

In the courtyard next door, Aunt Wu, who had intended to avoid them for a while, hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but the two houses were really too close, and since Tan Ying was emotionally agitated and didn't deliberately lower her voice, she heard it clearly.

The old lady stood under the wall and sighed heavily, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

Listening to Tan Ying's accusations one by one, although not a hint of grievance could be heard in her tone, every word was a solid fact of the past, and Aunt Wu's eyes turned red listening from next door.

This girl really had a bitter life, ending up with such parents. If this were a good family, how could it have come to this?

Now it's even worse; she has become successful, and this elderly couple and that fool are stuck to her like a plaster, and they might drag her down for decades.

She had seen too many such examples.

Therefore, to have a daughter like Tan Ying, the Old Tan family's ancestral graves must have never emitted such high smoke for eight generations, yet these two old things were still unsatisfied, clutching the money their daughter gave them and wanting more—truly greedy enough to swallow an elephant.

Tan Ying looked at the two elderly people who were lowering their heads, clearly suppressing their anger but not daring to lash out, and suddenly felt it was all meaningless.

She remembered a sentence the deputy director had once said: Don't play mind games with smart people, and don't reason with stupid people.

Compared to the former, you will be despised; compared to the latter, you will be angered to death.

Tan Ying now thoroughly understood this.

Expecting these two selfish and extremely patriarchal parents to have a sense of guilt or to have even a hint of love for her was simply wishful thinking.

But the words that needed to be said still had to be made clear.

"Do you have any opinions on what I said above?"

Old Mother Tan opened her mouth, wanting to refute a few words and curse her for being unfilial, but she suddenly discovered there was no way to refute it.

Because everything Tan Ying said was fact and couldn't be denied. She shrank her neck and said sullenly, "Every family is like this... isn't a daughter supposed to be filial to her parents after she's raised? Isn't this what you should be doing?"

Tan Ying gave a cold laugh, the laughter full of sarcasm: "Is that so? Is it what I should be doing? Then as parents, what should you have done for me? I won't compare with others; I'll just compare with the Brigade Leader's family. Look at how they treat their daughter, and then look at how you treat your own daughter!"

Subsequently, Tan Ying waved her hand and said with a weary face: "Forget it, forget it, saying these things is really too boring, purely a waste of time. I'm just notifying you; things will stay as they were before.

I will remit the money to you punctually every month, and it will absolutely not affect your quality of life. As for you, if you want to continue living a good life, maintain the current state. If you feel this life is meaningless and insist on making trouble, then let's see who can out-trouble whom!"

Tan Ying didn't say this last sentence in a threatening tone, but with extreme calmness.

But the aura of a manager, having been a leader for several years and long accustomed to being in a high position, still made the old lady shrink her neck involuntarily.

Seeing this, Old Man Tan hurriedly came out to play the good guy, smoothing things over: "Oh, daughter, what are you saying? We couldn't be happier that you're going to the Northern Capital! This is a great joyous event for our Old Tan family's ancestral graves to emit smoke! Even if we're reluctant, we have to let you go. I also have to go tell your grandfather, so he can be happy in the afterlife. You go ahead and get busy; your mother and I are both doing fine, so you don't need to worry."

Old Mother Tan glared fiercely at Old Man Tan from the side, cursing in her heart: Can't I say that? You're the only one who knows how to play the good guy, you're the only one with a sweet mouth!

But after all, it was a step too late, and saying anything more was meaningless.

Tan Ying knew clearly that this deep-rooted thinking was carved into their bones.

Especially at their age, it was too difficult to turn it around, especially when they hadn't suffered much and were still clutching money in their hands—it was even harder.

But for Tan Ying, being able to trade money for this freedom was already a great fortune.

There were no belongings of hers at home; one could say there wasn't even a scrap of paper or a piece of cloth.

So she didn't need to pack any luggage at all.

After the notification, Tan Ying said to the two elderly people: "If you have any matters, you can go find the Brigade Leader and have the Brigade Leader call me. But I don't know the contact information over there yet. Once I stabilize, I will leave the phone number with the Brigade Leader, and you can call me then if you have anything."

Surprise appeared in the eyes of Old Man Tan and the old lady. Being able to give a phone number meant the connection wasn't broken, and their daughter hadn't completely severed ties with the family.

Tan Ying went next door again to tell Aunt Wu about her transfer.

Aunt Wu was genuinely happy for this girl, holding her hand and naggingly instructing: "Yingzi, when you get to the new place, you must speak less and work more. Diligent people are always liked by others..."

After rambling on for a while, she said embarrassedly: "Look at me, these are all useless words. Yingzi, you are so smart, you must know everything. Anyway, Auntie doesn't know how to say anything else, but I will definitely take good care of your family from now on, so you won't have any worries. If there's anything here, I'll have the Brigade Leader contact you. How does that sound?"

A genuine smile finally appeared on Tan Ying's cold face.

She took out fifty yuan, stuffed it into Aunt Wu's hand, and lowered her voice: "Auntie, I heard that Little Zhuzi was admitted to the county high school. This is money I'm giving him for books."

Aunt Wu's expression changed, and she was about to decline.

Tan Ying held her hand and said: "Auntie, don't be polite; this is just a little token of my heart."

Aunt Wu thought about it; this money could indeed solve an urgent need, so she accepted it readily, her eyes moist as she said: "Yingzi, you go ahead and get busy; don't worry about home, we're here."

Tan Ying also greeted the Brigade Leader, gave a few instructions, and then left the village with peace of mind.

Future matters can be dealt with in the future; at least for now, it was peaceful.

She could now follow Director Lu and do real work with peace of mind.

Driving the jeep on the road to the provincial capital, Tan Ying looked at the straight poplar trees flying past on both sides of the road and the neat, smooth concrete road ahead, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.

Once upon a time, she was a rural girl stuck in a quagmire, unable to see the future. But now, she could drive, understood technology, and was about to go to the Northern Capital to be the secretary for the universally respected Lu Lu Qiaoge.

Never mind others envying her; she even envied herself!