Wealthy Beauty in the 60s-Chapter 677 - 679: Xia Xiao was Stunned

After staying for a few days, Feiyue, Xiao Shu, and Shitou went abroad again.

Li Manzi was pregnant. Gao Jiaxing and Xia Xiao had originally planned to stay home and take care of Li Manzi, but she was not resting here during her pregnancy, and with Feiyi and a nanny taking care of her, Gao Jiaxing and Xia Xiao were not needed.

Feiyi and Li Manzi persuaded them, and Gao Jiaxing and Xia Xiao simply went traveling again, planning to return before Li Manzi gave birth.

This time while traveling, Xia Xiao returned to her original hometown once again. She originally wanted to avoid this place, but inexplicably, she came back.

At this time, Xia Yong should have gotten married. Although they had no intersection in this lifetime, Xia Xiao still couldn’t help paying attention.

Gao Jiaxing and Xia Xiao were staying at a nearby hotel and walked over here. The old Xia family lived in a residential building, which was a bit old, but after all, it was well-located and valuable.

However, what Xia Xiao didn’t expect was that before she got to the Old Xia’s house, she saw a couple on the street arguing with their son, it seemed like the son took something and the parents were grabbing at it.

The son then pushed his father, and knocked his mother to the ground, cursing, "Get lost."

Xia Xiao recognized them as her parents from her past life, Old Xia, He Fang, and her brother, Xia Yong, and immediately frowned.

"What are you doing?" Gao Jiaxing had already spoken up.

"What’s it to you?" Xia Yong responded very aggressively without even looking.

He Fang, pulling at her son’s hand, cried, "Ah Yong, we can’t sell the house, where will we live if it’s sold?"

Xia Yong harshly shrugged off He Fang and angrily said, "If not selling, where can I find two hundred thousand for the bride price? While the house is still valuable, we should sell it quickly, otherwise if the house prices drop, we won’t be able to sell it."

"Nonsense, why would the house prices drop? I don’t allow selling the house, bring me the property deeds now." Old Xia was also angry.

"Xiang is already carrying my child, how can I let her suffer? I’ll sell the house, take half, and leave the other half for you, that should be fine, stop nagging." Xia Yong looked impatient and disgusted, "If it wasn’t for you being useless and not earning money, would I need to sell the house? Xiang’s family demands five hundred thousand, it took a long time before they agreed to two hundred thousand, she has been so good to me, how could I let her down."

"A bride price of two hundred thousand, why doesn’t she just rob us." He Fang screamed.

Xia Yong said, "She’s already carrying my child, isn’t your grandson worth two hundred thousand?"

Old Xia and He Fang frowned deeply, and He Fang then said, "You don’t even know whether the piece of flesh in her stomach is a boy or a girl yet, unless she gives birth first."

Xia Xiao didn’t know what to say now. The family conditions of Xiang were not very good; five hundred thousand, they really dared to ask for it.

Although a generous bride price signifies the man’s family’s value of the woman, it also depends on the man’s family’s ability. Moreover, the woman’s conditions are not good either, but still, they audaciously ask for too much, which seems quite coercive.

Xia Xiao recalled the past when her mother forced her to take out two hundred thousand for her brother’s bride price, even contemplating marrying her off for benefit, and she just sneered in her heart.

Now, the Xia’s house was worth some money, and if it were converted into cash, it would be worth even more.

Selling it at this time would definitely be a loss; she didn’t believe the woman’s side couldn’t see this, but knowing Xia Yong intended to sell without stopping him also showed she was short-sighted.

Moreover, Xia Yong was foolish, bewitched by his girlfriend and lost.

"Selling the house, where will we live?" Old Xia regretted it immensely, immediately regretting following He Fang’s suggestion to transfer the house into his son’s name. Now it was too late; his son wanted to sell the house and they couldn’t stop him.

He Fang’s feelings were conflicted; Old Xia wasn’t trustworthy, naturally, He Fang didn’t feel secure, but she incited Old Xia to transfer the house to their son’s name, assuming everything would be worry-free.

Unexpectedly, their son actually wanted to sell the house for his future daughter-in-law, He Fang was beyond upset and deeply hurt by her son.

"Where is there no place to live? You’ve got half the money, you can go buy or rent another place, or else you can go live in a nursing home."

When Xia Yong said this, Old Xia and He Fang felt a chill. They were only in their fifties, not in their seventies or eighties, and they had a son, yet he was asking them to move into a nursing home.

But Xia Yong didn’t think he was in the wrong, feeling that giving his parents half the money was quite generous of him as a son.

Xia Yong didn’t raise his hand again, Gao Jiaxing didn’t say anything either, seeing that this was a family matter, he didn’t want to interfere. He had wanted to leave, but Xia Xiao hadn’t left.

By this point, Xia Xiao had figured it out—Xia Yong wanted to sell the house to get two hundred thousand for his girlfriend’s dowry.

If the property was still in Old Xia and He Fang’s names, Xia Yong taking the money would be pointless, but now it was clear that the property had been transferred to Xia Yong.

Quite a few onlookers were also present, watching this family ethical drama.

"The house can’t be sold, we have to wait for the demolition. If we sell now, we’ll be at a loss," He Fang simply stated that the house couldn’t be sold.

Old Xia, upset that his son wanted to sell the house, took his anger out on his son’s girlfriend, not allowing his son to marry such a woman.

"We’ve heard about the demolition for years without any movement. If we keep waiting, I won’t even need to get married, and the house is mine, I can do whatever I want with it, it’s none of your business."

The expression on Xia Yong’s face made Xia Xiao want to slap him, although she didn’t feel sorry for the parents, she extremely disliked her spoiled younger brother.

"Do you want to sell the house?" someone suddenly chimed in.

Xia Xiao looked over, a short and chubby middle-aged man in his forties stood there, followed by a few people, and the middle-aged man had a tough-looking face, like someone involved in the underworld. He wore a thick gold chain around his neck, a gold watch, and gold rings on his hands, even sporting a gold tooth.

She didn’t recognize him, but she heard Xia Yong shout, "Boss Wang, it’s you, yes, I want to sell the house."

"Not selling, not selling," He Fang quickly shook her head.

Old Xia also shook his head repeatedly: "Not selling, not selling."

Selling would mean a loss, they were waiting for the compensation from the demolition.

Boss Wang’s face turned stern, "Are you selling or not?"

"Selling, selling, selling, Boss Wang, name your price," Xia Yong clearly knew this Boss Wang.

"Let’s talk it over," Boss Wang said.

"Okay," Xia Yong replied, ready to leave with Boss Wang.

Naturally, Old Xia and He Fang tried to stop him, Boss Wang asked, "Whose house is it?"

"Mine, it has nothing to do with them," Xia Yong had already stopped caring about his parents, his mind fixated on selling the house for a good price.

Moreover, he and Xiang had planned it out, after selling the house, they would buy a new one in the buildings being constructed by Xiang’s company, far better than this old family home.

There was talk of demolition before, but now that seemed unlikely, thinking of Xiang Company’s new buildings, Xia Yong no longer cared for the old family house.

"Boss Wang, you own a real estate company, an arcade, a cinema, you don’t need this one suite of mine. We’ve lived in this place for many years, what will we old folks do if it’s sold?" He Fang pleaded tearfully.

Meanwhile, Xia Xiao was already stunned.