Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life Chapter 1151 - 1140: Valuing Daughters Over Sons

A joint decision was made by Han Hui and Ye Peilin; the house was eventually sold. Ye Qing made a spectacle on a couple of occasions, but since her name was not on the property deed, her protests were rendered useless.

Following the sale of the property, Han Hui promptly settled the debt of three hundred thousand to Uncle Ye. She then purchased a variety of items for the four elderly individuals, finally finding a sense of relief. A smaller residence in their original neighborhood was acquired with the remaining funds. However, a full payment was not made, as the couple harbored concerns about potential urgent cash needs. Both parents let out sighs, reflecting on how, even after dedicating most of their lives to work, they were still bound by a mortgage.

Subsequently, they resolutely adhered to their stated intentions towards their daughter, Ye Qing. Even when Ye Qing and Cao Wentao attempted to use their child as leverage, the parents remained steadfast in their decision.

Initially, Cao Wentao displayed some level of patience. However, as he gradually recognized that no further benefits could be extracted from the Ye Family, his attitude towards Ye Qing shifted to indifference. He even went so far as to deceive her into signing a loan agreement for a substantial sum.

It was not until a year had passed that Han Hui and Ye Peilin laid eyes on their daughter again. The sight of the weary and aged woman who stood before them left them in disbelief – she was the daughter they had cherished for three decades.

"Dad, Mom, Wentao betrayed me. He tricked me into a divorce and left me with his debts, not even wanting the child. I have nowhere to turn now," Ye Qing stated, her voice strained. Dressed in a wrinkled shirt and dusty shoes, she clutched the hand of her equally disheveled child, avoiding the concerned gazes of Han Hui and Ye Peilin.

The couple's hearts ached with a profound intensity as they observed their daughter and grandson. Regardless of their prior convictions that Ye Qing needed to learn a lesson, or the harsh words they had prepared, she remained the daughter they had placed upon an altar of devotion for thirty years. The transformation they witnessed was beyond anything they could have ever conceived.

"That scoundrel, Cao Wentao, he’s nothing but a con artist! He deceived me throughout our entire relationship. Dad, Mom, he saddled me with two million in debt as well, what am I going to do?" Ye Qing sobbed, her eyes devoid of the proud self-assurance they once possessed.

"Don't worry, since he deceived you into marriage, we will take him to court," Han Hui declared, her voice thick with emotion as she embraced her daughter, tears cascading down her cheeks.

"It's no use," Ye Qing murmured, her voice barely audible. "I signed the documents myself. He has video evidence. If I don't repay this debt, those people will kill me; they really will."

"Do you think they would dare? This is a society governed by law now," Ye Peilin asserted with a veneer of confidence, though an undercurrent of unease churned within him. He struggled to comprehend how his daughter could have been so foolish as to fall prey to Cao Wentao's machinations. He yearned to shake her, to demand an explanation for her actions, questioning if she had been blinded by love.

"They also threatened to send me to prison. Dad, I absolutely do not want to go to jail. Can you help me? Please, can you help?" Ye Qing pleaded, her face ashen, her eyes wide with a palpable fear. The transformation from her former proud demeanor to this state of desperation spoke volumes about the hardships she must have endured over the past year.

"Why couldn't you have exercised more judgment? Why did you blindly agree to everything he asked? And what about Yun Yun? He doesn't even care about Yun Yun!" Han Hui exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief. She felt an overwhelming urge to strike her daughter, yet her hands remained still, only her emotions of anger and heartbreak surging within.

"He no longer wants Yun Yun. He claims he's going abroad and dared me to sue him. Mom, I loved him so deeply, how could he be so heartless!" Ye Qing exclaimed, her grip tightening on Han Hui's arm, her eyes burning with animosity.

"It is our failing for not seeing through him. Your brother had warned us about Cao Wentao's true character from the very beginning, but none of us heeded his advice. If only we had known, if only..." Han Hui lamented, letting out a heavy sigh.

Yet, what was the point of assigning blame now? Which member of the family had truly trusted their son back then? Instead, they had cast doubt upon his intentions, suspecting jealousy that his sister had found a suitable partner, and fearing that his brother-in-law might overshadow him.

And the reality? Their son's cultivation had progressed at an astonishing rate, while their son-in-law proved to be nothing more than an arrogant and untrustworthy individual. Not only had he swindled the family's entire fortune, but he had also reduced their daughter to her current pitiable state. Why had they not heeded their son's counsel to scrutinize Cao Wentao more thoroughly during their initial assessment?

"That’s right, brother, Mom. Let's seek help from Ye Qiu. Two million is a trivial sum for him. As long as he is willing to lend his assistance, I will surely be alright. Dad, Mom, can we ask little brother for help?" A flicker of hope suddenly ignited in Ye Qing's eyes, which she turned towards the couple, brimming with anticipation.

However, Han Hui and Ye Peilin simultaneously lowered their heads, their expressions conveying clear disapproval.

"Qingqing, this is your predicament, and it has no bearing on your brother. Considering the way we treated him, how can we possibly muster the face to ask him for assistance?" Han Hui spoke, her gaze clouded with profound sorrow.

"So, you'd rather see me die?" Ye Qing exclaimed, her voice laced with anger. "I admit I wronged him before, but I can make amends. If he just helps clear this debt, I swear I'll be the best sister ever. I'll deliver packages for him, buy him milk tea, and do anything he asks."

"Calm yourself," Ye Peilin reprimanded, his gaze fixed on his daughter, brimming with profound disappointment. "Your brother's earnings are his own; no one has the right to demand them. After such a significant lesson, haven't you realized your mistake yet?"

"Then what am I supposed to do? Am I truly going to jail?" Ye Qing cried out in utter despair. "I don’t want to go to jail, not at all!"

"If you don't wish to go to jail, then why were you so foolish? Call the police, report it immediately. No matter what evidence Cao Wentao possesses, insist that he tricked you into signing the loan," he instructed.

"It's no use," Ye Qing said, clutching her head. "The contract is long gone. All those people have is the IOU bearing my fingerprint now."

"Have you no sense of caution whatsoever? How could you be so utterly foolish!" Ye Peilin exclaimed, utterly exasperated.

"Enough," Han Hui interjected, unable to bear witnessing her husband scold their daughter any longer. "Since it has already happened and Qingqing acknowledges her wrongdoing, we should focus on finding a solution instead of assigning blame. Yun Yun is watching; he's just a child. Do you want him to develop a psychological scar?"

Ye Peilin took a drag from his cigarette, glancing at his frightened grandson, and ultimately remained silent.

"Perhaps we should call Ye Qiu?" Han Hui suggested after a long pause, her voice tinged with hesitation.

Ye Peilin immediately rejected the idea. "Call him for what? We've never treated him well; to go to him for help now, I wouldn't stoop to such a thing."

"We don't need to borrow money. We just need his advice on how to handle this. He has lawyers and connections; perhaps he can help Qingqing out of this debt and make Cao Wentao pay," Han Hui reasoned.

"Yes, Dad, little brother surely has a way. Please, help me! It's two million. If I go to prison, my life will be over," Ye Qing implored.

Ye Peilin continued to smoke in silence, eventually refraining from voicing any further objections.