"Don't use money to test people. Even if your mother isn't tempted by it now," Tan Deming said. "But if you keep making this much money, people are bound to get jealous."
Especially since he and his wife would be living with Tan You, and Cheng Wenhui already didn't get along with his wife. If his wife was living comfortably, would Cheng Wenhui grow resentful? It was hard to say.
Tan You understood what Tan Deming meant. "That's why after this book, I don't plan on writing again until I'm an adult. Once I'm of age, no one will be able to stop me from doing what I want, and no one will have any leverage over me."
Tan Deming sounded a bit rueful. "Your dad… he's just like that. Every time he opens his mouth, he's demanding people listen to him. If they don't, he says nasty things. Like threatening not to support us in our old age, or not to pay your school fees, and so on."
