Rebirth in the 80s: The Scholar Wife is Cute
Chapter 697: How Do You Compare with Jian Li?

Chapter 697: Chapter 697: How Do You Compare with Jian Li?

Shen Mianmian calculated the days and, realizing her eyes weren’t deceiving her, began to become vigilant.

Gu Jianli must have been released from prison not long ago and had already come to her school to find her, it seemed he had not given up on her, or else, after being locked up for several months, his thoughts had become even more twisted.

She had to be careful.

Meanwhile, after watching Shen Mianmian enter the school, Gu Jianli went to a pharmacy, bought a small bottle of pesticide, and returned to his home in the city.

Wang Erfeng had been staying in the city during this time, planning to set up a small snack business at the school gate, but she hadn’t yet prepared all the equipment. Hearing a knock at the door, she hurried to open it and was startled to see Gu Jianli. Coming to her senses, she grabbed him and began to hit and scold.

"You worthless child, I introduced so many girls to you in the village and you rejected them all, setting your heart on that little vixen. You even got yourself thrown into jail because of her, and we’ve lost all our face. Your brother can’t even lift his head in school, and now you’ve come back? Why didn’t you just die in jail?"

During the few months he was in prison, not a single person from his family came to visit him, and Gu Jianli was already furious. As soon as he came back, his mother clung to him, hitting and scolding without the slightest bit of sympathy, her words full of favor toward his younger brother. Gu Jianli’s anger erupted, and he shoved Wang Erfeng off.

"Enough," he snapped.

Wang Erfeng was taken aback—it was the first time her son had ever yelled at her, "So you’ve grown bold enough to yell at even me now, eh?"

Gu Jianli could not help but roar, beating his chest, "Ever since I was small, you’ve always favored Jianbin. Now that we’re grown, you’re still the same. He’s your son, am I not?"

"How can you compare to Jianbin?" Wang Erfeng did not feel there was anything wrong with favoring her younger son. "Jianbin is doing well in school and will go to college in the future, bringing honor to the family. Can you do that? Without Jianbin, would we be able to live in this big house in the city?"

Which mother wouldn’t love a son like that?

Hearing this, Gu Jianli grew even angrier, "Fine, you love him, just keep on loving him. I want to see just how filial he will be in the future. I have nothing to say to you now. I am the eldest son in this family and I’m thinking of getting married. This house in the city, I want to keep it as my bridal home."

Thinking of leaving everything to Gu Jianbin simply wouldn’t do.

After spending several months in prison, Gu Jianli had become even more selfish, looking to grasp more for himself.

If his brother went to college and had a boundless future, and the house went to his brother as well, then he would have nothing. How could that be fair?

He was the eldest in the family, and he was the one most entitled to inherit the family’s wealth.

"We’re not even dead yet and you’re already thinking of dividing the inheritance?" Wang Erfeng was nearly beside herself with anger, never having imagined that her eldest son, fresh out of prison and having not even entered the house, was already thinking of splitting the inheritance.

"It’s all because you forced me," Gu Jianli yelled, his emotions highly charged, his pent-up feelings from the past several months finally erupting.

"Let me tell you, unless your father and I are dead, no one will even think of touching this house." This house was meant for her younger son. How could her eldest, behaving like this, deserve such a big house?

"You don’t need to die," Gu Jianbin took out the pesticide he had prepared earlier, pretending he was going to drink it, "If you don’t give this house to me, I’ll die right here in it. If I can’t live in it, I’ll die in it, and then we’ll see who dares to move in after that."

"If you’ve got the guts, then drink. Even if you die, you won’t get a share of this house. If you die, your father and I will save the money we would have spent on your marriage, and we’ll live with your brother afterward," Wang Erfeng didn’t believe there was actually pesticide in the bottle—who would willingly die these days when life is so good?