Transmigrated into a Classic Dog-Blood Drama as the Scummy Alpha - Chapter 25

After dropping Shen Tian off at school, Shen Xian received a call from her mother early that morning. Her mother said that there had been a huge fight at Shen Xian’s grandfather’s place and asked her to come over as soon as possible. As soon as Shen Xian hung up, she headed straight for the Yujing Court community where her grandfather lived.

Speaking of the apartment her grandfather currently lived in, it had actually been purchased by Fang Jinglan, Shen Xian’s mother. Her grandfather had only paid for the renovations.

Originally, her grandfather had his own house, but it had been transferred to Shen Xian’s uncle, Fang Chengqian, years ago. Once the property was officially under his name, the previously attentive uncle and aunt instantly changed their attitudes and kicked the eighty-year-old man out of the house. Though Shen Xian’s three aunts had argued fiercely with Fang Chengqian and his wife about this, the property deed had already changed hands—there was nothing more they could do.

Her grandfather was also quite stubborn. All three of his daughters had offered to take him in, but he stuck to his old-fashioned beliefs and refused to live with any of them. He insisted on renting a place of his own, but no landlord was willing to rent to an eighty-year-old man.

Left with no choice, Fang Jinglan bought a second-hand apartment of just over 60 square meters. Her father paid for the renovation and furniture, but the property was legally hers. Naturally, once he was gone, the house would still belong to her. However, Fang Chengqian and his wife turned out to be even more shameless than she expected.

After the old man moved in, Fang Chengqian and his wife Yan Qinqin also moved in under the pretense of “taking care of him,” though it was obvious they had their eyes on his savings and the apartment.

When Shen Xian arrived at the hallway outside the apartment, she could already hear people arguing inside. Even after knocking for a while, it took some time before someone finally opened the door for her.

No one paid her any attention once she stepped inside. All she heard was Yan Qinqin crying and saying, “The money can’t just be split evenly! Our son Fang Yan is the only grandson of the Fang family. He’s graduating from college soon and needs money for a house, a car, a wedding—everything costs money! You can’t do this to us.”

Her third aunt immediately flared up. “Why can’t it be split evenly? You and your husband know full well why Dad is living here! And don’t forget, you already got a whole apartment! No one’s saying you shouldn’t get anything, but the remaining money should be divided equally. Every time Dad got sick, you called all of us over to help. Even buying medicine—you made me go get it! My sisters and I have been constantly visiting Dad and helping out. What, now you want all the benefits while we did all the work?”

Yan Qinqin got even more aggrieved. “It’s not like that! Every family helps their son buy a house when he’s getting married. That’s just tradition. Why bring up something from years ago?”

Fang Jingping glared at her. “Dad, what do you say? Are you really planning to leave everything to your grandson?”

The old man knew what his son was like, but emotionally, he still leaned toward him. Even so, he was well aware it had been his daughters handling his medical care and hospital stays. “I can pay for my grandson’s tuition,” he said. “But I never said I’d give him everything.”

After a pause, he added, “How about we give the eldest daughter’s share to Chengqian, since he lives far away and doesn’t visit often?”

“No way!” Fang Jingping snapped. “If we’re dividing it, everyone gets an equal share. If Big Sis finds out everyone else got something and she didn’t, how do you think she’ll feel? And for the record, the savings account is under my name. You taking the deposit slip means nothing. If you keep this up, Chengqian, you won’t get a single cent.”

Previously, the old man’s pension and insurance cards were in Fang Chengqian and Yan Qinqin’s hands. But after the old man discovered that several thousand yuan had gone missing—money his son lost gambling—he handed the cards over to Fang Jingping for safekeeping.

Hearing this, Yan Qinqin grew flustered and shifted her focus to the apartment. “Jingping, that’s not what I meant. It’s just that everything I’m doing is for Fang Yan. Your kids all carry different surnames—our son is the only grandson who carries on the Fang name. You can split the money however you want, but this apartment should go to Fang Yan so he can get married.”

Fang Jinglan’s expression immediately darkened. “I’ve told you a hundred times—the apartment was bought with my money. You both know why I bought it. Dad only paid for the renovations. He’s always welcome to live here, but when he passes, the apartment is mine. The deed is in my name. There’s no reason—and absolutely no way—I’d give it to you.”

“That’s impossible! If it’s not his, why would he be living here this whole time?” Yan Qinqin clearly didn’t believe her.

Fang Jinglan let out a cold laugh. “You think I’m as petty as you two? If Dad actually left all his money to you, it would break all our hearts. Chengqian, when your father-in-law was in the hospital, you stayed by his side every night. But when it was our dad, you never stayed a single night. Maybe we’ve just been too good to you.”

“Well, I don’t care. That apartment has to go to Fang Yan in the end.” Yan Qinqin had run out of tears but still spoke in a pitiful tone.

Shen Xian had been standing by, silently witnessing the whole family drama unfold. Unbelievable. Even in an ABO world, people were still clinging to outdated notions like favoring sons over daughters. And the most absurd part? The apartment really was bought by her mother.

“Mom,” Shen Xian spoke up. “This apartment’s future isn’t up for debate—it’s written on the deed. Grandpa living here, we have no objection to. Of course we don’t ask for rent. But once Grandpa is gone, whether we sell it or keep it is entirely our decision. It’s our property.”

To Shen Xian, the apartment wasn’t worth much—she’d been doing well in the stock market lately. But there’s a difference between earning money and letting your family be taken advantage of. It was clear to her that her uncle and aunt were freeloaders, always calling the sisters over when something went wrong but eyeing the old man’s money the moment he was healthy again.

The moment Shen Xian spoke, Yan Qinqin snapped at her. “Shen Xian, you’ve got some nerve. How many times have you borrowed money from your uncle? And don’t think I forgot—during New Year’s, I had 20,000 yuan in cash in my drawer. After you left, 800 yuan was missing. I didn’t say anything, but you really have no right to speak here. You’ve borrowed money from every aunt and uncle and never paid anyone back.”

Shen Xian’s stomach turned with anger. But she knew that, unfortunately, what Yan Qinqin said was true. Back on the second day of the New Year, the original Shen Xian had been staying at Grandpa’s place. Her uncle and aunt ran a teahouse and often left cash in drawers to be deposited later. The original Shen Xian had taken advantage of a moment when everyone was distracted with greetings, pulled out 800 yuan, and never admitted to it.

Fang Jinglan scowled. “Why do you assume it was Shen Xian? Don’t blame her for everything.”

Shen Xian tugged at her mother’s arm and calmly took out 1,000 yuan from her bag. “Auntie, I did take that 800 yuan. Here’s 1,000 to pay you back. I did borrow money before, but my mom repaid it all. Don’t worry—I won’t be asking you for a cent ever again. But this has nothing to do with the apartment. Grandpa’s living here now, and that’s fine. But this property is legally in my mom’s name. If she wants you out, she can kick you out anytime. Even if we call the police, we’re in the right.”

She added, “And don’t try to use ‘taking care of Grandpa’ as an excuse. If you’re not willing to take care of him, we can rotate shifts—each of us takes a month. But I bet you don’t want to give up that 3,000 yuan in monthly living expenses Grandpa gives you.”

“Exactly! Let’s rotate caretaking duties,” Fang Jingping chimed in.

Realizing she wasn’t getting a larger share and was close to being kicked out, Yan Qinqin quickly changed her tune. “Jinglan, Jingping, that’s not what I meant. You decide how to divide the money. We’ll still take care of Dad.”

Shen Xian expected nothing less. Her uncle and aunt weren’t exactly poor. They owned three apartments, one gifted by Grandpa. Yet they rented out all three and squeezed into the 60-square-meter unit with

Grandpa, just to collect his living allowance and tuition payments for Fang Yan. The old man only ate two meals a day and skipped dinner—how much could he possibly spend?

“Alright then,” said Fang Jingping, “Since no one has any objections, we’ll divide it evenly. I’ll go tell Dad. No need for all of us to hang around here.”

After a brief word with the old man, the sisters began heading out.

Shen Xian and her mother lived closest to Yujing Court, so they decided to walk home. Fang Jinglan was quiet the whole way. Shen Xian knew she was thinking about the 800 yuan she had stolen in the past.

“Mom, I promise it won’t happen again,” Shen Xian said, holding her mother’s arm, her eyes clear and sincere. “That version of me is gone. I won’t let you feel ashamed because of me anymore. I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you.”

Fang Jinglan’s eyes reddened, but she held it in. With a sigh, she said, “I never expected you to do great things. I just want you to be safe and live honestly. Let the past be the past. Let’s go home.”

Shen Xian smiled and nodded. “Okay, let’s go home.”

As she held her mother’s hand, Shen Xian couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. After thinking for a while, she remembered a detail from the original novel: Grandpa had once used 100,000 yuan in savings to buy each of his five daughters a gold bracelet, each engraved on the inside with the character “Fang,” as a keepsake. But the one meant for Fang Jinglan had been sold off by the original Shen Xian.

Back then, Fang Jinglan had taken it off one night, thinking it was uncomfortable to sleep in, and tucked it under her pillow. The next day, she forgot to put it back on and went out with Shen Wenkang. The original

Shen Xian had taken advantage of the opportunity, found the bracelet, sold it, and used the money to treat her shady friends to a night out.

When Fang Jinglan realized the bracelet was missing, she was devastated. She didn’t want to believe it was Shen Xian, but the truth was undeniable.

Shen Xian’s gaze darkened. It had been too long—the bracelet was definitely gone. All she could do now was try to find a similar one to make up for it.