Li Xingfan's paternal grandparents had already passed away, so there was no problem calling her the mistress of the Zhang family. In recent years, the Li family's strength had declined significantly due to their sons' lack of ambition, and in many aspects, they relied on the Zhang family to make money.
Although they weren't in a position to live life at the mercy of the Zhang family's whims,
they were indeed in a weaker position.
Now, with the issue of the true and false daughters arising, coupled with Li Xingfan having already grown to a point where she no longer needed to rely on her maternal family's influence, Li Rong was naturally unwilling to be overly kind to his biological daughter, lest it affect his relationship with Li Xingfan.
If things went sour, or even led to the two families parting ways, wouldn't his initial investment of several hundred million yuan all go down the drain? This was something he absolutely did not want to see.
Most importantly, neither he, nor his wife, nor his son had any special feelings for this biological daughter/sister. When they first met her, they only felt she was pathetic and embarrassing. Moreover, her subsequent lack of cooperation with their arrangements naturally led to further dislike, and they didn't feel guilty about being harsh.
...
Meanwhile, on Ding Yun's side.
She was busy until nine o'clock at night before she finally managed to pack up everything that could be packed in the house. There was no other way, the original owner's home had too many things; clothes from twenty or thirty years ago were still hanging in the closet, even her son's elementary school textbooks and homework were kept at home, none of it discarded.
Most of these items were specially selected by Ding Yun, intending to throw them away later to avoid the hassle of moving.
Of course, how exactly to discard them
was something Ding Yun had considered.
For things belonging to the original owner or her husband who had passed away seven or eight years ago, she could discard them as she pleased. For things belonging to her son, she set them aside, planning to call and ask about them tomorrow before deciding.
The only things she had to keep, even if Ding Yun didn't like them.
were items stored in a treasure box belonging to the original owner. Inside were some cherished items from the original owner's childhood and some gifts her son had given her for Mother's Day. Although they weren't valuable, perhaps just a drawing, a postcard, or a greeting card, the original owner had treasured them.
Ding Yun also couldn't bear to casually discard them.
So, she planned to keep them.
And store them with her gold.
As for whether her son would keep them or discard them in the future, that was beyond her control; she would let him do as he pleased.
After finishing this round of tidying up, Ding Yun, feeling quite exhausted, quickly washed up and went to bed. Then, the next morning, after breakfast, she went to look at houses based on the rental information near the company that her son had just sent her.
She also decided on one as soon as she found a suitable one.
And quickly hired a moving company.
In short, thanks to Ding Yun's decisive and efficient actions, the moving process was completed within a day. The items from the original house were either taken, thrown away, or given to neighbors.
Finally, after hiring a cleaning service to thoroughly clean the old house, Ding Yun had completely finished her preparations before moving and selling the house. That evening, she specifically went to the market to buy ingredients and made a large spread of dishes, waiting for her son to return.
As for her son's promise to help.
What could he do if he couldn't get leave? Not only could he not get leave, but his application to move out of the dormitory was also not approved.
The company's reasoning was also quite sufficient: they could manage them within the company, but who knew what they would do outside the company. What if they left behind a long string of black history before even debuting, such as finding a girlfriend and living together.
At that time, the company wouldn't be able to recoup its investment.
As for guarantees.
If they were truly effective, there wouldn't be so many artists and idols who had fallen from grace. The management company didn't believe in that.
So, in the end.
Liu Yuan couldn't help at all, and living at home became an impossibility. He even had to eat dinner in a hurry, and had to return to the dormitory before nine o'clock.
After nine o'clock, he would be formally reprimanded by the company.
Around seven o'clock, some of the dishes had already gone cold.
Ding Yun heard a knock on the door. Thinking with a hint of joy that her son had returned, she quickly opened the door.
Instead, she saw Butler Zhao, accompanied by several burly bodyguards, standing at her doorstep. The moment she opened the door, they strode in and closed it.
Their every move seemed highly unusual.
"What do you want?"
"Didn't I already tell Li Rong that from now on, we would mind our own business and pretend not to know each other?
Is he deaf or something!"
Although Ding Yun knew that they wouldn't bring good news, she had many high-tech products in her soul space besides her Midas touch, so she wasn't afraid of them resorting to force.
Therefore, she was still full of confidence at this moment.
She straightened her back and questioned them.
"Young Madam, how can the blood ties of kinship be severed so easily? Mr. Li knows you have some grievances and acknowledges that some of his past actions were indeed inappropriate. Therefore, he has specifically sent me to invite you over.
He intends to inscribe your name in the family genealogy.
And to transfer your household registration to the Li family's registry.
To thoroughly acknowledge your ancestors and return to the clan."
Butler Zhao did not show any displeasure at Ding Yun's words. Instead, he continued to smile gently and said: "By the way, Driver Xiao Chen has already gone ahead to pick up the young master. I assume the young master has already arrived at the Li family and is about to have dinner. It would be a waste for the dishes you made to go to waste. Shall we help you take these dishes away, so that the young master can taste your cooking.
It also allows Mr. Li to taste his daughter's filial piety."
It had to be said that the nickname "smiling tiger" for this Butler Zhao was not without reason. His words were as gentle as a spring breeze, but any intelligent person understood the underlying threat.
No wonder her son hadn't arrived by seven o'clock; he had been picked up beforehand. The word "picked up" was questionable; how exactly he was picked up was anyone's guess!
At this moment, even with all the items in Ding Yun's soul space, it was inconvenient to take them out directly. So, she could only close her eyes, take a deep breath, and say helplessly:
"I'll go put on some makeup. You guys pack up the dishes on the table, put them in containers, and wait!"
After speaking, Ding Yun turned and entered the bathroom.
Butler Zhao, still smiling, turned to instruct bodyguard A beside him to quickly go down and buy some insulated food containers to pack all the dishes.
There was no other way; he couldn't go back on his own words.
Inside the bathroom, Ding Yun specifically took out several small items from her soul space, such as earrings with recording, audio, and live-streaming functions, and a ring with an electric shock function for self-defense. After completing her preparations, she quickly applied a light makeup.
She walked out of the bathroom, looked at the table, and said:
"Very well, lead the way, let's go!"