Chapter 685: It Should Be Inherited by You!

Chapter 685: You’re the Rightful Heir!

Lin Yaowen didn’t know how to respond.

He felt guilty facing Old Lady Ma.

This guilt made him unable to look the Qin family in the eye.

Every time he met their eyes, he felt inferior.

"Our family has been poor peasants for generations. If you capitalists can live in this house, why can’t we?"

Jiang Yu scoffed. "Who are you calling capitalists? The Qin family, or me?"

Lin Yaowen raised his voice, as if to pump himself up.

"Of course, the Qin family!"

Everyone knew this. He had merely cut ties with the class enemies—what was wrong with that?

He’d done nothing wrong!

Jiang Yu caught sight of Qin Yunan’s figure out of the corner of her eye and bit back what she was about to say.

For Yunan’s sake, she would tolerate Lin Yaowen this once.

When the man with salt-and-pepper hair but still stood straight appeared before him, Lin Yaowen froze.

Old Lady Ma had been through hell over the years, and her appearance had changed so much that no wonder he didn’t recognize her.

But Qin Yunan, aside from his white hair, looked almost unchanged.

Lin Yaowen was stunned speechless—he had never imagined he would see Qin Yunan again in this lifetime.

Qin Yunan was equally surprised. He never would’ve guessed the person occupying Jiang Yu’s house to be Lin Yaowen.

Lin Yaowen’s lips trembled slightly, but in the end, he couldn’t bring himself to utter that name.

He still had his wits about him—he knew better than to get mixed up in the Qin family’s troubles.

"You..."

Qin Yunan’s gaze was gentle, though his emotions were churning.

"Yaowen, what are you doing living here?"

Lin Yaowen let out a cold laugh. That again.

"Why shouldn’t we live here?"

Jiang Yu snapped, "Because this house is mine, not the Qin family’s. You claim your family has been poor peasants for generations? Then tell me, is this how peasants are supposed to act? Occupying someone else’s house—how is that any different from the oppressive forces that exploited farmers?"

Ever since the Qin family’s troubles, Lin Yaowen had been like a deer in headlights, terrified of being associated with such controversies.

Hearing Jiang Yu’s words, he was both shocked and furious, blurted out in denial. "What nonsense! This house clearly belongs to the Qin family. The Qins came from a capitalist background—everything they had was taken from us poor people! I’ve got every right to be here!"

Jiang Yu was done arguing with him. It was like talking to a brick wall.

He refused to listen to anyone else, stubbornly clinging only to what he believed.

Qin Yunan had always been lenient toward this son, but hearing his words now, he couldn't help feeling heartbroken and furious.

"This house hasn’t belonged to the Qin family for a long time. If you don’t believe me, you can go check with the Housing Authority. Your staying here is trespassing and squatting—it’s against the law."

Lin Yaowen ignored him and slammed the door without another word.

His attitude showed he was dead set on keeping the house.

Qin Yunan looked ashamed. "Jiang Yu, I’m truly sorry. I never expected..."

"Senior brother didn’t expect it, and neither did I," Jiang Yu said with a calming smile.

"He keeps insisting he has no ties to the Qin family, so his actions naturally have nothing to do with you. Let the Housing Authority deal with them. Anything we say is pointless."

Old Lady Ma shook her head, looking worn out.

"Let’s go."

Inside the house, Lin Yaowen had been eavesdropping on the argument outside.

Hearing Jiang Yu repeatedly mention the "Housing Authority," he started to panic.

His grandfather had died years back, and he was currently unmarried, crashing with his uncle and aunt.

The six of them had plenty of room in this big house.

If they were forced to move out, they’d have to return to the countryside or be stuck in that tiny apartment allocated by his uncle’s factory.

After getting used to the spacious courtyard house, how could he stand the idea of cramming his family into a shabby, cramped place?

He kept pacing in the courtyard until his uncle, Lin Tongsheng, returned home.

Before he could speak, Lin Tongsheng grabbed his hand excitedly.

"Yaowen, did you know your father is back?"

Lin Yaowen froze. "Uncle, how do you know?"

Lin Tongsheng was beside himself with excitement, clutching his hand hard enough to hurt.

"He’s returned from Hong Kong and plans to invest in building a factory here! You won't believe how loaded he is now! Just one joint venture alone, he invested three million!"

Not only that, Qin Yunan also intended to establish a nonprofit in the country, funding schools and paving roads in impoverished rural areas!

When Lin Tongsheng first saw the name "Qin Yunan," he almost thought he was dreaming.

After some digging, he confirmed it was his brother-in-law!

He got even more pumped—keeping Lin Yaowen had been the right decision!

Lin Yaowen’s throat tightened, his lips pressed tight.

"Uncle, I cut him off years ago. However rich he is, I'm not getting a dime."

Lin Tongsheng tsked, shaking his head.

"You can't undo family. You’re his son—that's just how it is! And this time, he didn’t bring any woman with him. Word is he never remarried, which means you're his only kid! Yaowen, with all that wealth of his, that fortune should be yours!"

Lin Yaowen looked down, remembering what he'd just said.

He awkwardly curled his toes, unsure whether he should rain on his parade.

"Uncle, let's set this aside for now. You should deal with the housing issue first."

Lin Tongsheng was puzzled. "What's wrong with the house?"

Lin Yaowen repeated what Jiang Yu had said earlier to him.

They had dared to move in back then precisely because they believed this house belonged to the Qin family.

And the Qins—some dead, others scattered—were unlikely to ever come reclaiming it in this lifetime.

Lin Tongsheng was also surprised. He never figured Qin Yunan would make it back alive.

His smile dimmed a little. "He’s your father. He hasn’t cared for you all these years—what’s the big deal letting you keep the house?"

Lin Yaowen helplessly sighed. "The problem is, he claims this house hasn’t belonged to the Qins for a long time."

Lin Tongsheng brushed it off.

"That line might work on you, but not me. You don’t know this, but the Qin family has been rehabilitated. These houses were returned to them."

Still, Lin Tongsheng had a bad feeling about this. If even a house was being taken back, it showed how little Qin Yunan valued his son.

"Yaowen, don’t worry about the house. I refuse to believe your father could be so heartless. Your priority now is to bond with him. There are no lasting grudges between father and son. If he’s angry, it’s only because you cut ties with him back then. Just butter him up a little, and he’ll forgive you."

Lin Yaowen set his jaw. He wasn’t as optimistic as Lin Tongsheng.

Lin Tongsheng was figuring on finding time to talk to Qin Yunan, using Lin Yaowen to soften his stance.

But before he could act, the Housing Authority showed up at their door, demanding they vacate the house within three days.

Lin Tongsheng put on his best reasonable voice to explain, "There’s been a misunderstanding in our family. Once I straighten things out with my brother-in-law, he won’t force us out."

The staff member checked his clipboard. "Your brother-in-law is Jiang Yu?"

Lin Tongsheng’s face fell. "My brother-in-law is Qin Yunan!"

The staff member shook his head. "The registered owner of this house is Jiang Yu, a cadre at the State Cotton Mill. My message is delivered. If you don’t move out within three days, we’ll send the movers in."