Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 921 - 922 Toxic Fatherly Love 54

After receiving the old lady’s approval, Zhang Yu swiftly signed the purchase contracts for the houses.

The saleswoman, seeing Zhang Yu again today, immediately figured that she would definitely purchase a house—otherwise, why would she come for two days straight?

She expected a deal to happen, but didn’t anticipate Zhang Yu would go all in and buy three houses at once.

Because it involved three houses, the other party decisively offered a 10% discount.

They also waived the first year’s property management fee. While the amount wasn’t significant compared to the total cost, it was enough to make Zhang Yu happy.

"Our family assets have expanded again." Zhang Yu carefully tucked away the purchase contracts as she got into the car.

"You’ll need to pay off the mortgages every month from now on, so you better work hard," Li Cuifen commented, recalling the monthly payments for the three houses and feeling quite startled.

"When have I ever not worked hard?" Zhang Yu retorted, clearly displeased. "Oh, right, Grandma, we’ll be leaving for America in a couple of days."

Thanks to her previously untouched visa from her last trip to America, Zhang Yu had no problems purchasing tickets quickly.

What? Going to America? Li Cuifen assumed it would be a brief ten-day to half-month trip, but she hadn’t anticipated that this time, they’d stay there until Wang Lei started school.

The old lady thought of their previous trip to America, where converting local prices into domestic currency left her swallowing hard repeatedly.

"Little Yu, America is indeed an interesting place to visit and broadens your horizons, but staying there for so long seems unnecessary."

Aunt Huang nodded vigorously, "It’s really expensive."

"This time, we’re going for an in-depth tour of America. Yesterday, I mentioned it to my editor, who immediately requested an article."

"Now, more people are traveling there. Most prefer group tours, but independent travel is increasingly popular. Many people have already followed my travel guides to explore the same places."

Initially, Zhang Yu merely wanted to showcase the beauty of domestic and international locations. Yet she hadn’t anticipated so many people would follow in her footsteps and begin their own journeys.

"You should enjoy yourself and write well. If you write detailed and precise accounts, it’ll reassure those unfamiliar with the territory."

"Since there’s demand for your article, I can relax." The old lady turned to Aunt Huang and started discussing what clothes to buy.

Watching her grandmother, who had just complained about the expense and dislike for long trips, immediately change her tune and now focus on clothes shopping, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Yes, Grandma, you should get stylish, fashionable outfits."

"For good photos." The old lady loved taking photos, though she initially resisted saying, "I’m too old for that; it’s unnecessary."

Zhang Yu had to coax her repeatedly, explaining that taking more photos would create cherished memories. When Zhang Yu missed her grandmother in the future, she could look through the albums.

That was how the old lady finally agreed to take pictures. Now she enjoyed it immensely.

"I don’t want photos just to look good; I want them to show others that we’re living well." The old lady corrected firmly.

"They used to look down on us, but now we’re living no worse than them."

"I’m just an ordinary old woman, yet I can visit America. How many ordinary old women among them travel abroad often?"

Li Cuifen, who had visited many countries, had long lost her rose-colored perspective on developed nations, recognizing there were plenty of wealthy people—but also many poor ones.

Watching his grandmother’s pride, Zhang Yu nodded repeatedly. "Exactly, exactly. How could they compare to you, Grandma? You’re such a happy elderly lady."

Li Cuifen nodded smugly, "That’s right, I’m a happy old lady."

"I’m happy too!" Aunt Huang chimed in cheerfully.

In the past, when her relatives found out she worked as a nanny abroad, family gatherings were full of mocking comments.

But now, at those gatherings, they greeted her with friendly faces and spoke with utmost politeness.

"Yes, we’re all happy people." Zhang Yu happily accompanied Li Cuifen on a shopping spree.

Upon hearing that Zhang Yu and Li Cuifen were out shopping, Wang Lei promptly sped over to help them pick clothes.

Unable to handle her mother’s incessant fussing, Feng Min reluctantly brought her brother’s family out to the mall.

Once Feng Min’s brother’s family of three entered the mall, they were visibly excited, pointing out item after item they desired.

Watching her brother’s family behave shamelessly, Feng Min’s mood suddenly darkened. "I don’t have any money. If you insist on buying things, pay for them yourselves."

Feng Min was determined not to relent today; otherwise, she’d rack up a mountain of credit card debt.

Her brother’s face dropped instantly upon hearing her reply. "Feng Min, what are you saying? Won’t buy this, won’t buy that?"

"You’re my brother, not my son."

"Your son is already this grown up; you ought to take responsibility and support your family yourself." Feng Min no longer wanted to tolerate her brother’s selfishness.

"I have things to do; I’m leaving." She had already warned her family before stepping out that they wouldn’t shop at the mall but instead at cheaper clothing markets.

They had agreed before leaving the house, but once at the mall, their behaviors immediately changed—pointing at countless items to buy.

"You... you can’t leave! If you do, Mom and Dad will definitely scold you!" Her brother claimed confidently, seemingly unworried about her potentially walking away.

Feng Min paused briefly but responded coldly, "Let them."

"If they want to make a fuss, so be it. I’m simply waiting for retirement now."

"If they dare to complain, then fine. Mom and Dad had multiple children. It’s not my responsibility alone to handle everything."

"You, as the only son inheriting the family property, should shoulder the bigger share, shouldn’t you?"

Previously, Feng Min comforted herself, thinking that her brother was simply young—he’d grow older someday and step up to support the family.

Yet, here he was, nearly 40, earning a mere one to two thousand yet living a lifestyle as if he made ten times that—eating lavishly, drinking extravagantly, buying expensive cars, demanding branded clothes.

Back then, she earned more, and Wu Hao’s income also contributed. Plus, she had Zhang Yu’s assets saved up as a fallback, so she was generous with her maternal family.

She originally thought her family would appreciate her contributions. But instead, they constantly pushed for her to do even more.

"From now on, whatever happens is your own business. Whether you have enough money or not, it’s on you."

"And your son—you should care more about him as his father."

After pouring so much into her parents and brother’s family, any slight reduction in her assistance instantly brought a flood of criticism.

Glancing at her nephew, who stared at her unhappily, Feng Min took a deep breath. She had spent so much on her nephew at the expense of her own son.

Only after spending lavishly on her nephew would she think about buying things for the twins. People often said children were more likely to confide in their mothers rather than their fathers when faced with problems.

But in her family, neither the son nor the daughter ever talked with their parents.

Suddenly, Feng Min felt a pang of panic. If this continued, her so-called ultimate reliance—her maternal family—was absolutely out of the question. As for her two children, could she even hope for much filial piety?