Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 689 - 690 The Real Heiress Does Not Return to Her Place 22_1

Chapter 689: Chapter 690 The Real Heiress Does Not Return to Her Place 22_1

"We’ll visit her," Wei Yan also wanted to see what Zhang Li’s living conditions were like in Harbor City.

"To see how your sister resolves her living situation while studying at Harbor City University."

Wei Yan felt that he could no longer indulge Wei Xudong, otherwise, his son would truly be ruined.

Looking at an indifferent Wei Xudong, Wei Yan went for the jugular, "Anyway, whatever living conditions your sister is in, you’ll also be living in that kind of environment."

Wei Xudong thought that now he was already in Harbor City, maybe he should encourage Xue Yan to go on a shopping spree at the mall. He could also take the chance to secretly buy something for Wei Wei.

If he bought a lot of stuff at once, Wei Xudong didn’t believe Wei Yan would be able to check each item.

He didn’t expect that before he could even make the purchases, his good days were about to come to an end.

"I, I, she, she’s just a poor student," Wei Xudong had heard from an older student who came to Harbor City University as an exchange student, mentioning that the rooms were really small.

Moreover, to save on rent, a room was cordoned off in the living room with a curtain; in a house of less than 60 square meters, four people lived, something Wei Xudong couldn’t even imagine.

You have to know that his room was larger than that, yet he never expected that he would soon experience it for himself, which he found unacceptable.

"Dad, we have our own house in Harbor City, why let it sit empty while you force me to rent elsewhere?"

Wei Xudong argued this was nothing but wasteful. It was surprising that his father, a businessman, couldn’t even do the math right.

"When I go back, I will rent out the house here," Wei Yan didn’t care about the little bit of rent money.

What he worried about was that Wei Xudong might act one way in front of him and do another behind his back—appearing to rent a small place but actually living here.

The best solution, of course, was to rent out the house here, thoroughly cutting off his retreat.

Ah, Wei Xudong was still thinking; if Wei Yan forced him to live in a small house, he could pretend to comply and then just move in here. Who would find out?

What he didn’t consider was that Wei Yan could be so extreme as to rent out the house.

"If the house is rented out, what do we do when my mom comes here to shop till she drops?" Wei Xudong put on a show of standing up for his mother.

"She can stay in a hotel, and besides, your mom doesn’t need to come here in the future, otherwise, her buy, buy, buy will end up who knows where."

Wei Yan hardly ever went into Xue Yan’s dressing room. He hadn’t even looked at her designer bags and jewellery.

He could make money, and his wife loved to shop; as a man, of course, he wanted to fulfill his wife’s desires.

But a chance occurrence let him in on some of Xue Yan’s actions.

Wei Yan didn’t know where the money went from Xue Yan selling off her jewellery and bags.

Whether it went to her own family, to Wei Xudong, or Wei Wei had spent it, Wei Yan really didn’t know.

But no matter where the money was spent, he strongly opposed it. Wei Yan decided he wouldn’t be the fool any longer.

If unused items needed to be sold off, then that was fine—hoarding was wasteful. In the future, if she wanted to buy something nice, she should sell the old stuff, take the money and buy new.

Xue Yan had already made up her mind; she had to go on a shopping spree this time. Since many of her jewels were gone and she had only a few decent bags aside from the ones she liked, she needed to buy more in Harbor City or she’d have nothing to show off. She didn’t expect Wei Yan to pull such a move, and it drove her up the wall.

"Old Wei, you can’t do this to me. I come all the way to Harbor City, I can’t be expected to buy nothing," she protested.

"Buy what, then go cash it in? Those bags and jewellery you bought before, how did you handle them?"

"Don’t talk to me about giving gifts to others. If I didn’t have some information, I wouldn’t be saying this,"

Wei Yan didn’t want to listen to Xue Yan’s made-up reasons and told her to just speak the truth directly.

Xue Yan hadn’t expected Wei Yan to bring this up, and her expression was one of embarrassment and stiffness.

Not to mention bringing it up in front of Wei Xudong, how was she supposed to hold her head up in front of her son from now on?

"I, I..." Xue Yan signaled that Wei Xudong could go, she couldn’t beg Wei Yan to let her off in front of the child, could she?

"I don’t want to hear your explanations. I know a thing or two about where the money from selling things has gone," Wei Yan said, not wanting to indulge her anymore.

"Anyway, you can’t think of ways to extract money from me like this."

"If you want to buy fancy bags and jewelry, find your own way," Wei Yan insisted, tired of humoring her.

It was that the Xue family’s appetite just kept growing; even though he could afford it, when would this all end?

"I, I..." Xue Yan, of course, wasn’t happy. If she had to rely on her salary to buy all she wanted, that would be utterly impossible.

"You have all this time to doll yourself up; you’d better think about how you can make your precious child amount to something," Wei Yan was now increasingly disappointed in Wei Xudong.

He didn’t understand how, despite so much effort and energy invested, things had still turned out this way. He thought long and hard but couldn’t figure it out.

Xue Yan was already in a bad mood for not being allowed to shop to her heart’s content, and now, hearing the man criticize her son, she couldn’t restrain her anger.

"Is it just my son?"

"When our son does well, you’re all about ’your son’ this and ’your family’s’ great genes that,"

"But now that you find all sorts of faults with him, it’s suddenly ’my son’."

Xue Yan lashed out at Wei Yan. She felt if she didn’t make a scene, she would be taken for a pushover.

If Xue Yan were a bit younger, her tantrums might still appeal to Wei Yan, but seeing her contorted with rage, he was taken aback.

No matter how well Xue Yan took care of herself, the years had left their marks on her face. Normally, with a smile, she could maintain the appearance of an elegant lady.

But now, with her making a scene, she looked to Wei Yan almost like a shrew.

Seeing her in this state, Wei Yan had no desire to speak; he simply turned and walked away.

Xue Yan didn’t expect Wei Yan to leave without uttering a word; he had just stared at her for a long time, then turned and left, leaving her puzzled.

Afterward, she was very angry. What was that all about? Was she being treated like air? Xue Yan, feeling indignant, planned to confront Wei Yan.

When she passed by a mirror at the entrance, she was shocked to see the fierce woman reflected in it, "How, how..."

She couldn’t believe that the crazy woman in the mirror was her. "Impossible, impossible, I’m not like that."

She had always considered herself a gentle woman; how could she look indistinguishable from the shrews in her memory?

But whether she accepted it or not, she was the only one in the room. The person in the mirror was indeed her.

Xue Yan understood why Wei Yan had just stared at her before turning and leaving; she would have done the same. It was truly terrifying.

She collapsed onto the floor and burst into tears. Now, shopping was the last thing on her mind; what she wanted was to win back Wei Yan’s heart.