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Chapter 241: Chapter 186 Dispute over Inheritance

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Spoiled brat had a two-month vacation.

It was only the beginning of July, and she was already playing the erhu at the entrance of the alley.

Who knows what other wild antics she'll come up with later.

Chen Pingsheng felt his hair was getting long, inexplicably troubled by it.

Seems like it's time for a trim.

Chen An'an popped out from behind him, as if from nowhere.

"Dad, should we go get our hair cut together?"

"Sure."

One might not be handsome, but one's hair must be exquisite.

Just outside the alley, there's a little barbershop that they pass by every day on their way home.

Having been open for nearly twenty years, Chen An'an wouldn't get her haircut there; she prefers upscale salons.

The thing is ... Chen Pingsheng had to drive her there since her hair had indeed grown out a bit.

There's really no need for a young girl to have such long hair.

It's entirely a waste of nutrition, squandering the family's bird's nest soup.

Chen An'an took a liking to a top-notch hair salon in Sanlitun, rumored to be staffed with celebrity stylists like Mr. Tony.

It had a loud buzz, and naturally, the prices weren't low.

Father and daughter set off in the family's Bentley - it took less than twenty minutes to get there.

Typically, these very expensive salons are seldom located on the ground floor.

They operate mainly on an appointment basis.

Upon entering, Chen An'an was greeted twice and asked if she had an appointment.

Chen An'an said she didn't.

There wasn't a single customer inside; everyone was on their phones, yet the staff had the audacity to tell her they couldn't cut her hair without an appointment.

Chen An'an was immediately displeased, "Aren't there no customers? How can you not cut my hair?"

"Sorry, we work strictly by appointment. You can leave your phone number here, and our stylist will be free in about three days."

The receptionist looked polite enough, but the tone was rather arrogant.

Chen An'an couldn't figure out what they were so proud of and dragged her dad out.

What a joke, waiting three days just for a haircut?

She was, after all, a little motivational emperor whose worth fluctuated by cents per second, wasn't she?

There definitely wasn't just one hair salon around; there was another one right next door with an English name.

This place had a similar air of snobbery.

Chen An'an went in, didn't even ask the price once she knew they could cut her hair right away.

Chen Pingsheng sat beside her, sticking to the American-style side cut, which wasn't too difficult and didn't require a particularly pricey haircut.

He settled for the ordinary one at $198.

As for the spoiled brat, she went for the highest tier at $2,680.

Mr. Tony, the $2,680 stylist sporting a trendy British cap, asked her, "Young lady, what kind of cut would you like?"

If she had been older, they would have had a set of standard design processes.

But that was skipped for children under ten.

Chen An'an thought for a moment, "I want a 'not short of money' haircut."

"Not short of money?"

Wasn't that a catchphrase from a comedy sketch? With just one sentence, Chen An'an had stunned Mr. Tony.

Chen Pingsheng was about to rebuke her, "Can't you be serious for once?"

"What's not serious about it?"

Chen An'an rambled on, and in summary, she just wanted it trimmed a little.

Just cutting off the split ends would do.

Indeed, that was quite the 'not short of money' move - anyone tight on cash wouldn't call in an expensive stylist just to deal with those tiny split ends.

After working for a while, Mr. Tony realized he was done.

Looking at the time, only five minutes had passed.

It seemed somewhat unjustified for the price he was charging, so he pretended to busy himself for a few more minutes.

Finally, Chen Pingsheng was finished, and so was the spoiled brat.

She was quite pleased, though Chen Pingsheng had no idea what pleased her so much - it looked the same as before.

Just a significant amount of money spent.

They headed home, with Mr. Tony suggesting they buy a membership card, but Chen An'an declined.

Paying with cash, reigning supreme wherever they go.

Once they had a card, the gimmicks would be endless.

In any case, it was a continuous drain on their funds.

Chen An'an flipped her slightly curled locks with pride.

Back home,

Peng Ying and Liu Fen had just watered the small garden on the second floor.

The two middle-aged mothers were busy every day tending to the garden.

During their spare time, however, Liu Fen still taught Peng Ying how to play the stock market.

Of course, with the current lousy market trend, every investment was a loss.

Even the stock genius of the Old Liu family was left without a temper.

Seeing the father and daughter return, Liu Fen called them to have lunch at An'an's grandma's place.

This year, Song Yanxi's grandfather was turning eighty; they planned a modest birthday celebration as the old man didn't want to make a fuss.

Still, a family meal was necessary, and by noon, Song Yanxi drove back in her LaFerrari.

In this neighborhood, no type of car was a rarity.

She also brought two newly purchased bird's nest and abalone gift boxes to give to the elderly.

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Liu Fen went with them, leaving Peng Ying and Chen Xinyi at home.

An'an's grandpa, still an old intellectual, had suffered a lot in the past and now lived very modestly.

His home was an old house within the fourth ring, and folks nearby said that the area would be demolished this year.

By then, he was sure to receive a substantial compensation, and at this time, his three daughters and one son - aside from Liu Fen - suddenly showed boundless filial piety.

Originally, Liu Fen also wanted to join in on the excitement, but her son-in-law's situation doomed her to be the first one excluded.

According to her eldest sister Liu Xiu'ai, her son-in-law was already so wealthy, he wouldn't even care about the demolition compensation!

The three sisters unanimously agreed to leave Liu Fen out of the picture.

How does that saying go again?

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Long illnesses beget no filial sons; at the threshold of demolition, filial daughters abound.

Liu Fen absolutely despised her big sister now. Before the news of the demolition came out, she wouldn't even consider visiting her parents' house when she passed it by.

But as soon as the demolition news broke, she started to sweeten up to them immediately.

She was as diligent as one could be.

If An'an's grandfather so much as caught a small cold or cough, she ran faster than a dog to check on him.

During any small family celebration, you wouldn't believe how thoughtful and warm she was.

Those not in the know would have thought she was a paragon of filial piety.

But neighbors well understood that she was clearly eyeing the demolition compensation.

Initially, hers was the best situation among all the sisters.

Her son, Han Fei, invested in a shared bike scheme, and not only lost three properties but also racked up a mountain of debt.

The oldest one even got divorced.

If she couldn't secure a slice of the demolition compensation, her days ahead would undoubtedly be tough.

But.

That was just her thinking; others had similar thoughts.

The only one who remained as immovable as a mountain was Liu Fen's brother, Liu Aihua.

The sole male heir in the family—by local customs, all the money ought to go to him.

No matter how the women fought, it was pointless!

He didn't even bother to put on a show of interest.

Liu Fen secretly wished the old man would have a change of heart and leave him nothing.

It would serve him right!

His partner had died early, and all these years, the old man had been taken care of by a nanny in her fifties.

The cost was shared equally by all the siblings, each chipping in a thousand yuan.

The house wasn't that big, but its location was quite good.

High-end communities had already been built nearby, and their place was planned for a commercial district, according to government redevelopment proposals.

Demolitions weren't unusual; the key was the location.

Given their location, were the house to be demolished, they'd either get several commercial units in compensation or a cash payment.

In cash terms, considering Capital City's current real estate prices—especially for a commercial zone—that would be at least twenty million yuan.

No wonder big sister Liu Xiu'ai was so keen; wealth tempts the heart.

However, at such a time, Liu Fen's second sister and third sister would not just stand idly by.

All this tumult made everyone rather sympathetic towards Liu Fen.

Because she had long since withdrawn from the fray over the inheritance.

An'an's eighty-year-old grandfather was in failing health, even speaking with difficulty.

Seeing how cordial everyone was, shaking hands and exchanging smiles, but when it came to Chen An'an, he wouldn't let go of her hand.

He had also been told about their family's circumstances numerous times.

From the start, they had a bit of money, then quite a bit of money, then more than a bit of money—extremely wealthy.

Insanely wealthy.

This was the slow transformation their family had undergone over the years.

Liu Fen also willingly gave up any claim to the demolition compensation, having spent a lifetime diligently raising her children.

To have it all end in a free-for-all over a wretched house.

What do you think was on the old man's mind when his time came?

Chen Pingsheng, at any rate, thought it was quite sad. Of course, he wouldn't get involved.

Such things happen everywhere, primarily in the city.

Not that they're uncommon in the countryside either.

After a simple dinner there, Song Yanxi presented her gifts to An'an's grandfather.

On the way home,

she couldn't help but lament, "Grandpa must be heartbroken."

"Humph, it's all because your great aunts went too far, pressing the old man to divvy up the demolition money just the other day."

Liu Fen, though not part of the matter, was still incensed; she felt that, if this kept up, the old man might just spite them by giving all the money to the nanny.

That would make the Liu family the butt of a huge joke.

"Sigh! Is it worth it for a little money?"

Chen An'an also put on a show of reflecting, "Dad, you just wait. When I grow up, I'll look after you properly."

"Would I need that from you?"

Chen Pingsheng was genuinely pleased inside but wouldn't admit it, "With your dad's assets, wouldn't it be nice to have a few dozen young nannies looking after me when I'm old and grey?"

"Mom, you hear how Dad talks?"

Chen An'an huffed and busied herself playing in the backseat.

Song Yanxi gave her husband a nudge, signaling that he had spoken out of turn.

A little girl's filial piety is a good thing; it couldn't be quashed like that.

Once they got home, Liu Fen wasted no time discussing these family situations with Peng Ying.

Middle-aged women just love this kind of gossip, and they talked spiritedly.

But two days later, when Liu Fen's offhand joke turned into a reality, the whole Old Liu's Family was in an uproar.

The old man wanted to give 15 million of the 28 million yuan demolition compensation to the nanny who had looked after him for seven or eight years.

The eldest aunt, Liu Xiu'ai, rushed over, grabbed the nanny's hair, and started an enormous row when dragging her out.

Liu Fen's sister-in-law was even more dramatic, as she banged gongs and beat drums on her way there, seemingly hell-bent on portraying the nanny as the worst of villains.

The family had been at each other's throats, but now had a common enemy, and the focus of conflict shifted to the nanny.

Knocking her down became their shared objective—a spectacle that almost hit the news in Capital City.

It was Chen Pingsheng who stepped in to settle things down. Family scandals should not be exposed; after all, it would reflect on his own household.

They would have lost face all the way to their grandmother's house.

How else would people look at Tengying, or the soon-to-be public companies like Fei Yangyang and Bobo Milk Tea?

This sort of scandal had to be suppressed at all costs.

Even though the matter should have been none of his concern, the escalation forced his hand.

No matter what, this was Chen An'an's beloved grandfather, his wife's dear step-grandfather.

When it comes to family affairs, public affairs, and worldly affairs, it seems nothing can ever be detached from money.