"What a precious gem your little aunt is to the Ye Family, but even with all her abilities, can she ever split the family's assets in the future?" Mrs. Zhao said with disdain, her tone shifting as she advised, "I'm telling you both, you mustn't listen to your grandmother; your little aunt will grow up and marry off, becoming part of someone else's family. Any affection would be in vain."
Thirteen-year-old Ye Wenyu was not foolish. Seeing Mrs. Zhao's demeanor, he knew her intentions, "Mother, I'm telling you, that money isn't just for my little aunt; it belongs to our Ye Family. You better not be thinking about taking the money back to the Zhao Family because neither grandmother nor father will spare you this time."
