Although she had no idea how things were developing and going, let alone when her father, Jian Shaobo, and Li Qiu, the mistress of the century, started and ended, Jian Anran vaguely felt that their family's savings disappeared for no reason, and
This Li Qiu may have something to do with it.
Jian Anran struggled for a long time, but still couldn't decide whether to tell Yang Yahui about this.
Of course she knows her mother's character best, but she is a person who is extremely prone to internal friction and overthinking, and is also prone to imagining over and over again -
If it was like that at the beginning, will it be like that now?
Jian Anran told her countless times that there was no if.
Don’t over-glorify things that never happened and paths that were never chosen.
But Yang Yahui couldn't understand, let alone understand her thoughts.
"I don't even think about it? Why are you so domineering?" Yang Yahui never forgets to mutter again every time.
She had never been very clear about her family's economic level before, just because their family might not have much liquidity due to Jian Shaobo's long-term business, and their fixed assets were only the small three-bedroom apartment in the old city and the shop where Yang Yahui was married.
In that era when all property under one's name was classified as joint property as soon as they got married, there was no concept of pre-marital property. When they first got married, Jian Shaobo had already regarded Yang Yahui's shop as his own.
Taking into account the mortgaged house, the shop, the debts owed by Jian Anran's aunt and uncle, and the overdrafted credit cards in the past two years, Jian Anran calculated that their family's debt was probably close to two million.
This was the first time she was so lucky. Fortunately, the housing prices in Luojiang were not too high.
These are visible properties.
What everyone can’t see is the dowry that Yang Yahui brought from her natal family. Although her natal family is not a wealthy family, they did business in Nanyang in the early years. In addition, Jian Anran’s grandpa is a good business owner.
I bought houses and shops, and accumulated a lot of assets over the years.
Except for the pension money left by Jian Anran's grandparents, most of the rest was given to Jian Anran's uncle to inherit, and the rest was used as dowry for Yang Yahui and Jian Anran's aunt Yang Yafang.
Among them were antiques that Jian Anran didn't know much about and had never cared about.
Jian Anran was deeply impressed. In the past, the ordinary incense burner in front of the Buddhist niche at home actually attracted relatives who came from their hometown to pay New Year's greetings. It was not until later that she found out that it was an antique incense burner from the Qing Dynasty.
There were so many antiques that Yang Yahui gave her as a dowry that she could use them as she pleased. The relatives of the Jian family looked at them and shook their heads, saying that they were a waste of natural resources.
Also! Her dowry of gold, not counting those sets of jewelry, was one pound of gold bars alone.
…
"Classmate Jian Anran!" The voice behind her was like thunder, which frightened Jian Anran, who was brainstorming, and almost fell from her chair, "What did you do?"
When she turned around, Jian Anran saw Mr. Ji with a red neck behind him.
She jumped up from the chair like a spring. For a moment, her mind went blank and she didn't know what to say.
"..."
Mr. Ji became more and more impatient, "What? You're mute, right? You don't understand anything, just forget it, and you need to be taught by the company to even speak?"
Jian Anran quickly argued, "No! It's not..." Her voice became weaker and weaker.
