After Rebirth, My Fiancé Helps Me Avenge the Wicked Scum-Chapter 122: Vacate Houhai’s Yard

Chapter 122 Give Up the Houhai Courtyard

On the other side, Cheng Jiuhe came home and immediately called Gu Dongxing to report today’s events.

"Dongxing, from now on, I’m your uncle. You better treat me well, or else, hmph!"

He felt smug inside—having become Gu Dongxing’s uncle meant he didn’t even need to call him Boss anymore.

Gu Dongxing was secretly furious upon hearing this: This kid dares to make my woman his sister.

What he hated the most was the threat—humph!

"Do you think you have a better relationship with my fiancée than I do?"

Cheng Jiuhe was immediately dumbfounded: He had only just met Mengyu, so naturally, the relationship between that guy Gu Dongxing and his sister was much closer.

He instantly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Gu Dongxing immediately said, "I’m telling you, Jiuhe, if you don’t behave, I’ll just make Mengyu stop recognizing you as her brother. Plus, even if she still does, what if I forbid her from seeing you—"

Cheng Jiuhe panicked at once; he really liked this sister, and if Gu Dongxing truly forbade him from seeing her, then he’d be truly tragic.

"No, no, no, you’re the Boss, Boss Gu, from now on I’ll listen to you," he cursed silently in his heart about Gu Dongxing’s cunning like a fox.

Gu Fox was barely holding back his laughter: "That’s more like it. Let me tell you, behave from now on, or forget about seeing Mengyu."

Cheng Jiuhe was frustrated: He thought that having become Gu Dongxing’s uncle, he could dominate this guy, but who knew he had grabbed him by the throat instead.

But who made him really like his sister?

Right at that moment, someone knocked on the door.

The voice of Mrs. Zheng, the housekeeper, could be heard: "Young Master, Master asks you to come to his room."

Although Cheng Jiuhe had been pressed by Gu Dongxing, he had kept a smile on his face until now; as soon as he heard his father calling him, his shoulders immediately slumped.

Cheng Jiuhe knocked on the door of his father, Cheng Dajun’s room.

"Come in."

"You wanted to see me?"

Sitting in the chair, Cheng Dajun pointed at the wooden sofa beside him: "Have a seat."

"I’m fine standing," said Cheng Jiuhe.

The chair was much higher than the sofa—an oppressive feeling would emerge if he sat on the sofa while his father was on the chair.

Even though he always felt oppressed in front of his father, he didn’t want to increase that feeling.

Cheng Dajun thought he was being respectful and did not persuade him further. Instead, he got straight to the point: "Your brother Jiunian is getting married this year, and I’m planning to renovate the Houhai courtyard to hold the celebration there. You’ll be responsible for the renovation."

What? Using my house for the celebration and expecting me to pay for the renovation? What a brilliant idea!

"I’m sorry, but I’ve already sold that house."

Cheng Dajun was shocked: "What? Such a good house, why did you sell it? That was the house your grandfather left for you!"

Cheng Jiuhe said coldly, "I thought you didn’t know it was left for me by my grandfather."

"You—" Cheng Dajun was choked up.

He naturally knew that if Jiunian held the celebration there, the main courtyard would definitely be taken by Jiunian.

And that courtyard was left to Jiuhe by his grandfather; it belonged to Jiuhe.

It’s just that his wife insisted on holding the celebration in that courtyard, and he found it hard to refuse. But he didn’t expect his son to sell it just to keep from giving it to Jiunian.

He was both angry and furious: "Don’t you know how good the location is there? If you’ve sold it, can you even afford another courtyard like that?"

Cheng Jiuhe remained expressionless: "I know."

"You know and you sold it anyway?" Cheng Dajun was furious.

Cheng Jiuhe still wore an expressionless face but sneered inside, I won’t sell it, am I to watch as it gets taken right in front of me?