"You are a loser. Your business only worth 700 million. Are you satisfied with this little money?" Lin Yuhe rolled her eyes at him speechlessly.

"I think what my wife said is right this time. The last time the Mu family gave Jian Yimo a betrothal gift, it was estimated to be at least tens of billions. Although the strength of the Fu family is not on the same level as the Mu family, they can at least give two or three hundred million." Old Lady Jian agreed with Lin Yuhe's statement.

"Their family can still afford 2 billion for a fat grandson." Lin Yuhe looked at the baby in her arms with a smug smile on her face.

Jian Zhaoliang thought about it and agreed, "Just do as you said."

"You have to give me my share of the betrothal gift. Jian Yimo can take it herself, so why should you share mine?" Jian Yining was not happy. She had just heard so much from them, and her betrothal gift was controlled by them. She gave birth to a child in vain but got no benefit from it.

"Yining, please help dad this time. You can collect the rest yourself, but you have to help me with the 700 million." Jian Zhaoliang's voice was very humble.

"Yining, if you don't help your father, the Jian family will go bankrupt and your father will be put in jail, which will not be good for you." Old Madam Jian explained the interests involved to her.

"Okay, I'll help with the 700 million, and you have to give me the rest." Jian Yining thought about the overall situation and said impatiently that it would not work without the support of her mother's family.

at this time.

There was a knock on the ward door, and several people looked at each other and made a gesture to keep silent.

Jian Zhaoliang opened the door of the ward and saw a pale-faced woman in plain clothes standing at the door. He thought she looked familiar and frowned, "Who are you?"

"Master Jian, I am Li Xinlian, the mother of Fu Yansheng." Li Xinlian smiled politely, without the arrogance of the rich lady before.

"Hey, please let your in-laws in." Lin Yuhe shouted when she heard the voice in the ward. She really didn't know why her husband was so short-sighted and was blocking the door.

Jian Zhaoliang made way for Li Xinlian and looked at her back. She looked so haggard that he had a bad feeling.

Lin Yuhe had a smile on her face, looking very proud as she held her big fat grandson in her arms. But when she saw Li Xinlian walking in, her smile froze on her face.

"How... did you become like this?" Lin Yuhe frowned.

"Mrs. Jane, let me see my grandson." Li Xinlian looked at the baby in her arms with anticipation on her face.

"What's wrong with you? Were you kicked out by the Fu family? Why do you look so poor?" Lin Yuhe saw that the clothes she wore looked like street goods, her cloth shoes were dirty, her hair was not tied up properly and had some strands of hair scattered, and she smelled of cooking smoke. She was completely different from the Mrs. Fu she had met before, one was noble, elegant and strong, while the other was poor and timid.

"My dear relatives, it's a long story." Li Xinlian sighed.

"Hey! Stop trying to be related. Aren't we in-laws? What's wrong with you? You should call Mr. Fu over. We still have the matter of betrothal gifts to discuss, and I guess you can't make the decision." Lin Yuhe was very realistic. She thought that this woman must have been dumped by her husband, which is why she ended up like this.

"It's no use asking him to come over. Our family went bankrupt more than half a year ago." Li Xinlian knew why they called her here today and didn't want to hide anything, so she said it bluntly.

"What? Are you kidding? I get it, you definitely don't want to give the betrothal gift, so you deliberately dress like this to pretend to be poor?" Lin Yuhe was furious when she heard her words.

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