Chapter 2: The Homeless Female Supporting Character 2

"Not allowed to go?" Zhang Yu smiled. "Dad, didn't you always teach us that we must listen to what our leaders instruct?"

"How can you just say you won't go?"

"Besides, Dad, haven't you always felt that I wasn't working hard enough, that after working for so many years, I'm still just a low-level accountant?"

"I think that's very true, very reasonable." Zhang Yu was quite blunt. Since they had always said she lacked ambition, she was now showing ambition—that should be fine, right?

"Plus, my colleagues all have families, and the leader also said that I have fewer burdens."

"The leader has already made the decision. As a subordinate, of course, I must be obedient."

In her previous life, the original owner had listened to her family and told her leader she couldn't take the overseas assignment. As a result, the leader was very dissatisfied. While he didn't go so far as to make things difficult for her, someone a leader dislikes will certainly never have opportunities for promotion.

With Zhang Yu putting it this way, what else could the Zhang family say? Every word she spoke was something the old man had said himself; how could they refute it?

Zhang Dagui was very unhappy. Although he had four children, he was used to Zhang Yu taking care of him. He already felt a bit guilty about giving the house to his other children.

He had been thinking about how to make it up to her, but now, that sense of guilt had long since vanished.

"The house is about to be demolished soon. If you insist on going to work in another city, you won't get a share of the house," Zhang Dagui said indignantly.

Hearing this, Zhang Yu felt amused. It was as if she would have received a share if she had stayed. "Dad, it's fine. I'm not married. As for the house, just give it to my brother, my sister, and the others."

She had money in her hands anyway. When the time came, she would just buy a place from her company; it would still be her own home, and she wouldn't have to listen to Zhang Dagui's constant nagging.

In her past life, the old couple had dangled the house in front of the original owner, but this time, sorry—she was showing them that this trick no longer worked.

Hearing Zhang Yu's indifference toward the house, the fire in Zhang Dagui's heart didn't die down; instead, it burned even brighter.

"If you don't have a house, what will you do when you get old?" Zhang Dagui retorted.

"As for that, no rush. Mom, Dad, just take care of yourselves. I have my own plans for my affairs." Hmph, in any case, she would absolutely not mention buying a house, otherwise, there was no telling how they would covet it.

These words fell on the ears of the Zhang family as if Zhang Yu were eyeing the old couple's house.

This left Zhang Guohua feeling very uneasy. After all, he was the eldest son; logically, he should get the lion's share of the family assets.

Yet, the house was to be split into four parts—one for each of the three siblings and one for the old couple. He, the eldest son, hadn't even received the majority share.

He had originally thought that since he had produced the only grandson of the Zhang family, surely the old couple's house would go to his son?

He hadn't expected Zhang Yu to be eyeing it too. Even if she wasn't married, what if she got muddled in her old age and decided to get married? Who knew who would end up with the house then?

No, that wouldn't do. Thinking of this, Zhang Guohua decided he needed to talk to Zhang Dagui and his wife. In short, the house could be used by Zhang Yu, but it couldn't be given to her.

As for the old couple's house, it naturally had to be left to the eldest son and grandson of the Zhang family.

Zhang Shouhua and Zhang Hong were also displeased. Their view of Zhang Yu was that she was nothing but unreasonable. Someone who didn't even have a husband or children was actually thinking about their parents' house.

They really didn't know why someone with no ties was still thinking about property; they couldn't understand what she was fighting for.

Zhang Dagui and his wife were also unhappy, feeling that they hadn't even reached that point yet, and Zhang Yu was already calculating their house.

"How my house is arranged in the future, and who it is left to, is a matter for us old folks to consider. You don't need to worry about it," Zhang Dagui said coldly.

Did they think she was planning to take the house under their names? Zhang Yu noticed everyone's expressions change drastically and realized that was exactly what they were thinking.

Zhang Yu shook her head incessantly. What a bunch of selfish people, assuming everyone else was just as selfish.

"I understand."

"Alright, let's eat." Zhang Yu ate quickly, then cleared the table and went back to her room to pack.

She had already made up her mind. Anything that could be packed and mailed would be mailed. Once she arrived, she would stay in a hotel first, and the company would pay for her rent later.

She was even considering whether to buy a small studio apartment once she got there. Regardless of whether she bought a house, she would receive a housing subsidy anyway.

That money amounted to several thousand; rather than giving it to a landlord, she might as well keep it for herself. She remembered that the person who took the overseas assignment in her past life had bought a small place to live in, and when they returned, they sold it and made a profit of several hundred thousand.

This time, Zhang Yu planned to do the same. If she didn't sell it, she could just keep renting it out.

Zhang Yu went back to her room to pack, while the Zhang family continued to discuss how much compensation they should demand for the demolition in the living room.

Pan Juan watched the group discussing enthusiastically and thought about Zhang Yu saying she was going to another city. Although the old man said they still had other children who would take care of them, even if Zhang Guohua and the others promised to look after them well, as far as she was concerned, how good could the daughters-in-law really be to their parents-in-law?

As for Zhang Hong, although Pan Juan liked her daughter, she knew that Zhang Hong was all talk. If she really relied on her to do chores, she might as well forget it.

She still felt that Zhang Yu was the one who took the best care of them, and she wanted to try to persuade her one more time.

Gently pushing the door open to enter Zhang Yu's room, the old lady found her already packing.

"You're packing?"

Zhang Yu saw it was Pan Juan and wasn't too surprised. Don't look at Zhang Dagui as the one in charge on the surface; in reality, everything still depended on this old lady.

"Yes, I have to report there on Monday, so I plan to head over on Saturday."

"I can get settled and adjust my state of mind so I can start the job better on Monday."

"And if possible, I want to look for a place to rent over the weekend, so once my things are mailed there, I can just unpack them in the rented apartment."

"Can you not go?" Pan Juan still wanted to try one last time.

Zhang Yu packed the clothes she needed to take. "Mom, you know the leader has already spoken. Can I say no?"

"I definitely can't say no."

"Mom, don't worry. My brother and the others are filial; they will take good care of you."

"Don't push yourselves too hard when the time comes. If there's anything, just let my brother and the others do it."

Since they kept saying the eldest son and the others were filial, she would just let them prove it.

At the same time, it would let Zhang Guohua and the others know that taking care of the elderly wasn't an easy task.

It would also let Zhang Dagui and his wife see exactly how "filial" the children they thought were filial really were.

Sometimes, talk is cheap; true filial piety is seen in actions. Zhang Guohua and the others were all eyeing the old couple's wallet, so she would make them realize that if they wanted the old folks' money, they would have to pay a price.