Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Lin Tingting was so frightened she almost cried, waving her hands repeatedly: "I...I just sent a telegram...I was worried about my cousin and wanted to talk to my family..."

Zhou Yanshen understood immediately, and gave her a deep look. That look filled Lin Tingting with utter despair; it seemed her cousin was truly disappointed in her...

Before Zhou Yanshen could continue speaking, Uncle Ding, who was on the kang (a heated brick bed), slammed his hand on the bed board and roared:

"Bullshit! Who said my legs are crippled?! Who said I'm bedridden?! Ding Zhigang, didn't you say yourself that as long as my legs can be cured, all my property will go to Yan Shen's wife, and you didn't say a word?!"

Ding Zhigang trembled from the shout and stammered, "I... I did say that... but your leg... isn't it still not healed?"

Ding Yongkang sneered, braced himself on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) with both hands, and then, to everyone's astonishment, he actually stood up!

Zhou's mother, who had been eating, was so shocked that she dropped her chopsticks. Ding Zhigang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "Dad, Dad, you...you...you..."

Ding Yongkang not only stood up, but also took a few steps, then sat down, and then took a few more steps.

Ding Xiaomei was first startled, then overjoyed, only to be replaced by a furious anger at being mocked. She ripped off her greasy apron and threw it on the ground: "Dad! Can't you walk?! Then what's the point of you lying on the bed all these days, making us serve you tea and water, clean up your excrement and pee?!"

She thought the old man was really paralyzed, and all that effort was for nothing!

Ding Zhigang finally realized what was happening, and was both shocked and furious: "Yes, Dad! You get up three or four times a night, and you always wake me up to empty the chamber pot. What's the point?!"

"What's the point?" Ding Yongkang sat back on the edge of the kang, panting heavily. "Just to order you two unfilial brats around! You can't even stand being ordered around for a few days? During the years I was bedridden, you two disappeared like ghosts! Now, as soon as you hear I'm going to divide the spoils, you run faster than dogs! Let me tell you, don't even think about that little bit of wealth! I think you're just dreaming!"

Su Wanqing was trying to suppress her laughter, but she almost couldn't hold it in. She had to think about her sad thoughts to stop herself. Goodness, it turns out that Uncle Ding had already recovered quite a bit. He had been lying down these past few days to "torture" his children.

Ding Zhigang, still defiant, retorted, "Who...who knows if you're truly cured, or if you used some kind of evil trick...maybe it's just a final burst of energy before death..."

Su Wanqing was too lazy to listen to his nonsense anymore, so she got up and stepped forward: "Uncle, let me take your pulse again and see how your recovery is going."

Uncle Ding immediately reached out his hand in cooperation. Su Wanqing carefully took his pulse, then simply opened the wound, revealing the hideous wound that had already healed.

Su Wanqing: "Uncle, you've almost fully recovered, and you've gained back most of your weight. You'll be able to walk slowly in the next few days, and you'll be fully recovered in about another week."

"Hey, hey, Wanqing, I believe you. Don't you know how my legs are? Before, I simply couldn't stand up. Now, although my legs are twisted, I can stand up and walk a few steps."

Zhou's mother spoke up, saying, "Brother, you've recovered so much. Even if you become a cripple, as long as you can walk, it's better than being bedridden." She looked at Su Wanqing with some surprise, not expecting that her daughter-in-law had actually cured him.

Uncle Ding snorted, "Did you two hear that? Yan Shen's wife healed my leg. I kept my word! The property is all set for Wan Qing! Once my legs are back to normal, I'll get everything settled!"

Ding Xiaomei's expression shifted, and she finally snorted, "Dad, you can give it to whomever you want, I don't care anymore. But I still have to stay here for a few more days, and I won't be at ease until I see with my own eyes that your legs are truly healed."

Ding Zhigang panicked completely, his eyes turning red: "Dad, that won't do! That's the property left by Grandpa and Grandma, the root of our Ding family! How can you give it to someone with an outsider?! That money is mine! I'm still waiting to use it to buy..." He abruptly stopped speaking, almost letting slip the truth.

Seeing his son's incompetence and increasingly egregious behavior, Ding Yongkang was trembling with rage. He grabbed a broom handle from beside the kang (a heated brick bed) and started hitting him: "No money! Get out of here right now! If you don't leave, I'll break your legs!"

Ding Zhigang dodged and howled as he was beaten, yelling, "Dad! You'll regret this! You gave all your money to Su Wanqing, so don't count on me when you're old and sick! Don't expect me to pay a single cent if anything happens! Let's see who will take care of you in your old age!"

Ding Yongkang was so angry that his vision blurred: "I don't regret it! I never expected anything from you! Don't worry, even if I end up sleeping on the streets, I won't ask you for a single penny! Now, get the hell out of here!"

"Fine, fine, fine! Dad, if you really give the money to outsiders today, then we're done! Let the Ding family line die out!" Ding Zhigang said harshly and scrambled out the door.

Ding Yongkang stared at the swaying curtain and sighed deeply: "...I'm sorry to have made you laugh at me. I didn't discipline him properly when he was young, and this is the kind of person he's become."

The atmosphere in the room froze for a moment.

Mother Zhou waved her hand: "Alright, elder brother, I didn't care about Yan Shen when he was little. Children are just like that. They will repay kindness when they are meant to, and they will take revenge when they are meant to. It's all destined by God. It must be the sins you committed in your past life."

Uncle Ding could only awkwardly twitch the corners of his mouth.

Hiding behind Zhou's mother, Lin Tingting timidly spoke up, "Sister-in-law, look at you... You've turned such a good family into chaos. My cousin and uncle used to have such a good relationship, and my cousin has always been filial. Now, over this little bit of money, the father and son are fighting like this... Can you really bear to let my cousin resent you for the rest of his life, and let my uncle sever ties with his own son for this money? If you take this money, can you sleep peacefully at night? Anyway, if it were me, I wouldn't dare to take it."

Su Wanqing almost laughed in anger—was this her fault? She was about to speak when Zhou Yanshen stepped aside to shield her, his tone indifferent:

"Your aunt always advised you to study more, saying that studying would help you understand principles. Wanqing was merely a trigger in this matter. The root cause is that your cousin has long regarded the family property as his own. Even without Wanqing, if your uncle wanted to spend his own money in the future, whether it was buying a house, making donations, or other expenses, your cousin would still cause trouble. You need to understand that your parents have the absolute right to dispose of their property. The one to blame is your cousin's selfishness and greed."

Su Wanqing glanced at Zhou Yanshen with some surprise. Both of them were raised in a free-range manner, but it was rare that Zhou Yanshen hadn't gone astray.

Lin Tingting was speechless, and could only mutter resentfully, "...My cousin always protects her."

Su Wanqing turned to Ding Xiaomei: "Cousin, what do you have to say about this?"