Well, that settled it. All three houses could be left to the third son.
The village chief was stunned. He stared wide-eyed for a long moment. "Brother," he stammered, "you... how could you..."
Mr. Qin, whose lungs were bothering him, broke into a violent coughing fit. He finally said, full of self-righteousness, "Am I wrong? It's their own fault! Neither of those two brothers knew how to give our Old Qin Family an heir. All they produced were useless girls! What good are they? It had to be the third son—he gave me a grandson!"
The truth was, the village chief also preferred grandsons over granddaughters, but he wasn't fanatical about it like Mr. Qin.
In the end, he could only walk away with a helpless sigh.
'Those two brothers were right to do what they did,' he thought. 'An old man like that... he really doesn't deserve their devotion!'
Meanwhile, Qin Jiao, along with her mother Su Yun and her younger sister Xiao Shi, arrived at her maternal grandmother's house.
