Chapter 232: Marrying a Daughter or Selling a Daughter
"No need, if you continue like this, we will starve to death from you."
Zeng Yurong said, "Xiao Mo, I have found a good son-in-law for you. As long as you marry him, you will never have to worry about money again.
Although he is a little older and has been married once, he is a big boss with assets worth hundreds of millions, a truly rich man, and nothing else matters."
An Yimo had always been tolerant towards his mother and brother before, but now he said with a stern face: "Mom, I will work hard to earn living expenses for you, but we agreed before that I have to make my own decision when marrying."
An Baoxu said: "You work hard, is your hard work useful? Have you ever looked at how we have been living in the past two months?
And I’m going to have a son soon. How big is the expense of milk powder and diapers?
It’s okay for us to suffer a little now, but we must not let my son suffer!
My brother-in-law is not only rich, but he is also willing to spend money for us. Anyway, you will get married sooner or later. You are lucky to meet such a good man, what else can you be dissatisfied about?"
An Yimo scolded: "Xiao Xu, what are you talking about? Who do you call brother-in-law? I have not agreed to this marriage at all."
Zeng Yurong followed up and said: "What are you shouting about? Your brother is right. How come you, a sister, are not as good as your brother?
Boss Zhao said that as long as you get married, you will immediately help us pay off the mortgage, give us 1 million as a gift, buy a car for your brother, and give you a monthly pocket money of 50,000 yuan.
It’s great like this, you don’t have to work so hard anymore, you just need to be a rich wife at home.”
Ye Bufan, who had been listening by the side, couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily: "Are you marrying your daughter or selling your daughter?"
Zeng Yurong said with a cold face: "It is natural to ask for a betrothal gift when marrying a daughter, what's wrong with asking for more money?
Besides, what our family members say has nothing to do with you. Don’t think that being a small boss is great. Your little assets are incomparable to those of my son-in-law."
Although An Yimo said he was her boss, Zeng Yurong didn't pay attention to Ye Bufan because he was wearing ordinary clothes.
Ye Bufan said: "I have never seen a mother like you, who favors her own son but doesn't treat her daughter as a human being.
She is a real person, not your cash machine!"
"Boy, who the hell are you talking to? What does it have to do with you? If you keep messing around, believe it or not, I'll beat you up?"
An Bao Xuyang, relying on his height and strength, waves his fist like Ye Bufan.
Ye Bufan glanced at him and said with contempt on his face: "You are in your twenties and you have to rely on your sister to support you. How can a loser like you have the right to talk to me!"
"You're looking for fucking death!"
An Baoxu was completely angered and punched Ye Bufan hard in the face.
"Xiao Xu, stop it quickly."
Seeing that his brother was getting violent, An Yimo quickly spoke up to stop him.
She knew that Ye Bufan's skills were simply not comparable to that of her good-for-nothing brother.
But her reminder sounded to An Baoxu's ears as a plea for Ye Bufan. He had no intention of stopping, and punched him without hesitation.
But before he could hit the person, Ye Bufan's big hand tightened his neck, and then he slapped the person with his big mouth.
"Such a big man, relying on your sister to support him all day long, why is he so shameless?"
"Do you know how your sister is living in a 120-square-meter apartment with three bedrooms and one living room? Do you know that the place she lives in is worse than a pig's nest?"
"Your sister treats you like this, and you still want to sell her for a good price. Are you still a human being?"
Ye Bufan vented his anger and in the blink of an eye he hit An Baoxu until his cheeks became swollen.
"Xiaofan, stop it quickly!"
An Yimo came to her senses and quickly stepped forward to hold Ye Bufan.
Ye Bufan then snorted coldly and let go of his hand.
"You bastard, you dare to hit my son, I will fight with you!"
Zeng Yurong was originally a shrew. When she saw An Baoxu being beaten, she immediately pounced on him with all her teeth and claws.
"Mom, stop making trouble."
An Yimo hurriedly stopped Zeng Yurong. She was now very aware of Ye Bufan's temper. If she really wanted to rush forward, she would never tolerate her mother's shortcomings.
Zeng Yurong raised her hand and slapped her in the face with a big mouth: "You are a rip-off, didn't you see him beating your brother?"
Seeing the bloody slap mark on An Yimo's face, Ye Bufan was stunned: "If you dare to touch her again, believe it or not, I will beat you too?"
"How dare you touch me? What happened if I hit my own daughter? What does it have to do with you?"
"Okay Xiaofan, can you let me handle it myself?"
Seeing that her family and Ye Bufan were having a big fight, An Yimo ignored her swollen cheeks and quickly pulled Ye Bufan aside and said with a begging look on her face.
Ye Bufan sighed. It seems that his family education since childhood has penetrated into his bones, making An Yimo's tolerance for his brother and mother a habit. This is very similar to Ouyang Lan.
But no matter what, this was a family matter after all. Coupled with An Yimo's pleading look, he sighed and turned his face directly out of the window to avoid getting angry.
An Baoxu was beaten so dumbfounded that he came to his senses at this moment, pointed at Ye Bufan and shouted: "Boy, wait for me, you dare to hit me, I will make you look good when my brother-in-law comes!"
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"Okay Xiaoxu, please stop saying a few words."
An Yimo hurriedly persuaded An Baoxu to stop again, for fear of angering Ye Bufan again.
At this moment, An Baoxu's cell phone rang, and he answered the call with excitement: "Brother-in-law, are you here? We are in private room 201!"
After hanging up the phone, he pointed at Ye Bufan arrogantly and shouted: "Boy, just wait for me. My brother-in-law is here. He has bodyguards. I will teach you a lesson later."
Ye Bufan wanted to slap him again, but thinking of An Yimo, he finally endured it.
At this moment, the door opened, and a fat middle-aged man in his forties walked in from the outside. He was wearing a straight suit and a shiny gold watch on his hand. His big greasy face was full of arrogance, followed by others.
Four bodyguards.
"Boss Zhao, are you here?"
Seeing the middle-aged man, Zeng Yurong's old face suddenly smiled like a chrysanthemum, and she greeted him with a flattering expression.
Then he said to An Yimo: "Xiaomo, come over quickly and see Boss Zhao."
An Yimo frowned and said nothing.
The middle-aged fat man's eyes immediately lit up when he saw her, "Miss An is really beautiful, 10 times more beautiful than in the photo. I agree to this marriage."
Seeing that the fat man was satisfied with his sister, he immediately stepped forward and said: "Brother-in-law, just because I said a few nice words to you, that kid hit me. You must help me vent my anger."
"Who dares to hit my brother-in-law in Jiangnan City? Don't you want to live?"
The fat man waved his hands at the bodyguards behind him and shouted with great momentum, "Teach him a lesson!"
He was extremely satisfied with An Yimo now, so naturally he wanted to show off his power in front of his future mother-in-law and brother-in-law.
At this time, Ye Bufan turned around, looked at the fat man and said, "Zhao Dafu, who are you trying to teach a lesson to?"
