Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Su Mingzhe said to Su Mingcheng:
"Mingcheng, why hasn't Lili come back yet?"
"Go downstairs to greet me!"
"By the way, we will go to the restaurant to buy some food for dad. Remember to buy some braised pork, our dad loves to eat it!"
Su Mingcheng could no longer hide the smile on his face, stood up and said:
"I know, brother, I'll go down and take a look!"
After Su Mingcheng finished speaking, he opened the door and took the elevator downstairs.
After arriving downstairs, he called Zhu Li and learned that she was eating at a restaurant near the community. Su Mingcheng hurried over.
After arriving at the hotel, Su Mingcheng walked to sit opposite his wife Zhu Li:
"My wife has good news for you. My eldest brother has already discussed it with Dad. Dad will move out of our house soon."
"My eldest brother said that I will sell the old house to my father to pay the down payment for a two-bedroom apartment. The three of us will pay for the decoration and the difference, and then we will hire a nanny for my father!"
"Really, hubby?"
After Zhu Li heard this, her father-in-law was about to move away, and she would soon return to her previous happy life. When she was happy, she called the waiter and said:
"Give me two more bowls of rice!"
After speaking, he looked at Su Mingcheng:
"Husband, do you want to buy something for dad to take back?"
“It saves me having to go back and cook again!”
Su Mingcheng also remembered it at this time, and said to the waiter beside him:
“Another piece of braised pork, a piece of rice, and a piece of fried vegetables are waiting for us to take away when we leave!”
Only then did Zhu Li remember what Su Mingcheng said in the second half about adding money to buy a house, and she said angrily:
"Husband, did you just say that you need to add some money to buy a house for dad?"
"Why should we have Tian? Brother and Mingyu are both richer than us!"
Su Mingcheng felt a little sorry for his wife. She still had no money. When he made money through investment, his wife would be able to straighten her waist.
Then he patiently explained:
"The eldest brother said that this house will have the names of me, eldest brother, Su Mingyu and my father, so the money will be shared equally between the three of us!"
"Don't worry about your wife. The big brother said that our family will pay for the decoration and the difference in price. He will pay it back when we have it!"
After hearing what Su Mingcheng said, Zhu Li was not opposed to paying.
Then she frowned again. She didn't want to owe her eldest brother Su Mingzhe too many favors, so she said dissatisfied:
"Husband, how can you agree to this? You should come back and discuss it with me. Our family should be able to put together this money!"
"Also, how is the mortgage calculated?"
Su Mingcheng slapped his head:
"I really forgot to ask this, and my eldest brother didn't say anything. I guess I forgot, and everyone should pay it back!"
"Yeah!" Zhu Li thought after all, everyone's names are on the real estate certificate, so it's normal for them to be together.
Julie is an accountant and is very good at mathematics. She did some calculations in her mind while eating.
This old house should be sold for more than 1 million, based on the current house price in my neighborhood.
If you want to buy a three-bedroom house with two bedrooms and one living room and pay the down payment plus the money for decoration, the gap is not very big, and you can't get much from your own family. Zhu Li thinks that if you squeeze in, you can still get it, and you can't be indebted to your eldest brother.
"Let's talk to eldest brother when we get back. We should take the money ourselves!" Zhu Li said without any doubt.
Su Mingzhe didn't object when his wife said this, because he felt that he would make money from his investment soon, and this little money was not trivial.
Julie's profession is finance, and she is very sensitive to money. At this time, she has no intention of chewing carefully.
I ate a few bites quickly, took the food packed for my father-in-law, paid the money, and left the restaurant with my husband and returned home.
…
On their way back, Su Daqiang at home was pretending to cry. Just now, he heard Su Mingzhe say that his name was not written on the real estate certificate, so he was a little unhappy.
Pretending to cry, he begged:
"Mingzhe, you and Mingyu are both so rich, so don't fight with me for this little family property!"
Su Mingzhe doesn’t accept this trick at all:
"Dad, you also know that our house is in my mother's name. If you want to buy this new house, you must sell the old house. Logically speaking, if my mother dies, you have to take half of that house and give it to our children!"
"And we have to pay off the mortgage on this new house, pay the difference, and renovate it, because the old house can't be sold for much at all!"
Su Daqiang doesn't care about this:
"Mingzhe, I am your father, so you should use your money to honor me, can't you?"
Su Mingzhe frowned and looked into his father Su Daqiang's eyes expressionlessly:
"I said, Dad, why do you have to write your name on the new house? This has to make me doubt your intentions!"
Su Daqiang's eyes were a little dodgey:
"What can I do~"
Su Mingzhe pretended to guess:
"My mother has only been away for a few days. Do you still want to find a wife?"
"Aren't you afraid that my mother will entrust you with dreams at night?"
After saying that, he turned to look at the portrait of his mother, Zhao Meilan.
Su Daqiang actually had this intention, but he couldn't admit it even after being exposed by his eldest son Su Mingzhe.
Just following Su Mingzhe's gaze, Su Daqiang also subconsciously saw the photo of his wife Zhao Meilan, and was frightened.
He quickly waved his hand and rejected:
"Mingzhe, dad has no intention of marrying again!"
"Then I don't understand. Why do you insist on writing your name? The other three are all your children. How can I still kick you out?"
"As long as you give me a valid reason, I will agree to write only your name!"
"Of course, if you really have no reason to write your name, that's not impossible!"
"You pay for the mortgage and renovations yourself!"
Su Daqiang nodded quickly:
“I can also pay for this mortgage myself!”
Su Daqiang actually has his own small thoughts. He feels that if he can have a house, he can find a gentle, considerate and younger wife at his age.
It was enough to be suppressed by his wife Zhao Meilan over the years. Su Daqiang began to think about this the moment his wife Zhao Meilan was laid to rest.
He also knew that at his age, he had nothing in his hands, and no one was willing to follow him.
Su Mingzhe also guessed what he was thinking, so he insisted not to write his father Su Daqiang's name.
Su Mingzhe didn't say no directly, but patiently reasoned with him:
"Dad, your pension is probably not enough. Let's take Mingcheng's house with two bedrooms and one living room as an example. The total price is about 3 million."
"The old house can be sold for more than 1 million, and the remaining money must be mortgaged. At your current age, you should only be able to borrow for ten years. It is estimated that you will have to pay around 15,000 per month!"
When Su Daqiang heard this, he felt heartbroken. He sat on the sofa in despair, wondering where he was going to deal with 15,000.
Su Mingzhe also went over to comfort him. After all, even if you hit him with a stick, you have to give him a sweet date:
"Dad, don't worry, old man, we are not the kind of unreasonable children. If you really want to find a wife, we will agree."
"But this old house is my mother's name after all. If you use the money from selling the old house to buy a new house, and your wife will share half of it, do you think my mother will be willing to do so?"
"I guess I will really have to ask you in my dreams then!"
Su Daqiang glanced at Zhao Meilan's portrait subconsciously again, and said silently:
"Meilan, you have to understand me. Who told you to control me too strictly?"
(End of chapter)
