She Became A Downfall Noble Lady

Qi Yourong didn’t comment on Qi Yougui’s words; he just looked at Qi Younian, chewing on meatballs while taunting, "People often say that poverty wrings one’s neck while wealth draws out one’s tendons—and indeed they are right. Second brother, you’re hardly rich and powerful, just merely asking you about your family’s daily food, not necessarily demanding it from you. Why have you started being so stingy, too scared to even respond?" Qi Younian’s expression remained unchanged, but he set down his chopsticks and said, "The Leader of the Family for the cheese business is Sixth Master Rong, not us. We don’t call the shots. Yourong, just bear with it—for the day you earn your own silver, I can promise to supply you with half, selling it to you. Food earned on one’s own is more peaceful and delicious to eat."

Qi Yourong grew somewhat annoyed yet couldn’t bear to put down his chopsticks, only waving them in anger as he said, "Second brother, what kind of talk is that? If it were with my own silver, why would I bother talking to you? Aren’t we still brothers?"

Ye Xinyan, who was immersed in her meal, nearly choked. When she heard Qi Yourong angrily ask ’what is this supposed to mean,’ she thought he would question whether it was a taunt about him freeloading. But to her surprise, Qi Yourong had come precisely to freeload.

She then glanced at Madam Song and the others from the third branch, not one of them showing shame; all of them took it for granted. Even the Qi Dong siblings at the same table were eagerly watching Qi Younian, waiting to see what benefits their uncle would concede under questioning from their own father.

Qi Younian surveyed the people at the table and slowly said, "I remember, you’ve said ’we are family brothers’ before, and we made that clear at the time. Reflect on it yourself. We are at big brother’s house, and I won’t quarrel with you about it."

Qi Yourong immediately remembered the conflict at the meal in the second brother’s house; indeed, the second brother hadn’t shown him a good face since then. Suddenly, he felt he was at a loss—such good relatives, his own brothers, their home was so wealthy, yet he had gained so little from it. Could there be a more useless brother than him?

Angry, Qi Yourong slapped his chopsticks on the table and said, "You make it sound easy, saying we’re brothers by blood—that’s given by our parents. You think you can just stop being brothers if you wish? Wishful thinking! You’d have to ask our parents beneath the ground for their opinion first."