Going home for the Chinese New Year with a year-end bonus of 100 million

Two o'clock in the afternoon, on the thirteenth floor of an office building in the city center.

Su Wanrou was absentmindedly organizing the documents on the table when her phone suddenly vibrated twice.

She glanced at the screen; it was a WeChat message from Lin Wei.

Su Wanrou frowned. This Lin Wei was a well-known gossip in the company. She didn't do anything serious and just loved to pry into other people's privacy.

She didn't want to reply, but when she saw the words "Yang Fan" in the message preview, Su Wanrou's finger involuntarily clicked on the chat box.

The next second, her eyes widened.

"Sister Wanrou!! Something terrible has happened!!"

"I just saw Yang Fan at the Mercedes-Benz dealership! He's the Yang Fan who always used to deliver things to you!"

"He bought an E300L in full! A Mercedes that cost over 500,000 yuan after taxes and fees!!"

"The salesperson said it was full payment, not a loan!"

"And he was accompanied by a particularly pretty young girl, who was said to be his sister..."

Below are a few more photos—a white Mercedes-Benz C-Class and an empty parking space next to it; the environment definitely looks like the delivery area of ​​a 4S store.

Su Wanrou stared at her phone screen, her fingers trembling slightly.

Full payment?

A Mercedes-Benz E300 costing over 500,000 yuan?

How is that possible?

In her memory, Yang Fan was just a poor young man who delivered food.

Although he treats her incredibly well, showing concern for her every day and sending her gifts during holidays, he will even drive halfway across the city to buy and deliver anything she casually mentions as something she wants to eat, right to her doorstep.

But so what?

In Su Wanrou's eyes, Yang Fan was just a fish in her fishpond, and a very ordinary little fish at that.

He has no background, no family connections, and no future prospects; he's good for nothing except being nice to her.

What does Su Wanrou want?

It's about shedding the label of a small county town, establishing a foothold in the provincial capital, and living a refined life with designer bags, frequenting upscale venues, and driving luxury cars.

So she was always looking for targets—high-level executives in the company, rich second-generation clients, and so-called "high-quality men" introduced by blind dates.

Yang Fan?

He's just a backup option.

When you're in a good mood, give him a little treat so he'll continue to serve you; when you're in a bad mood or have a better goal, just leave him out.

But now... this poor boy she'd never even given a second glance has actually bought a Mercedes worth over 500,000 yuan in cash?

Su Wanrou felt a tightness in her chest.

She remembered that she had sent Yang Fan a message yesterday, saying that she "needed to calm down," but actually she wanted to keep him hanging on while she went to meet the blind date her family had arranged for her—who was supposedly the son of a small business owner and whose family owned two houses.

But now...

"If I hadn't said those things yesterday..." Su Wanrou bit her lip, her fingers turning white from the pressure, "If I had held on for two more days, maybe..."

Maybe the money from this car can help her pay off her debts.

Thinking of this, Su Wanrou's face turned even uglier.

To maintain her "sophisticated white-collar" persona, she spends a huge amount of money every month—brand-name cosmetics, luxury handbags, high-end restaurant visits, and shopping at trendy stores... her salary is simply not enough.

What should I do?

Credit cards, online loans, you know.

Now things are really messed up. All three credit cards are almost maxed out, and the first installment of two online lending platforms is due this month, totaling nearly 80,000 yuan.

Her original plan was to make the most of her blind date during this Chinese New Year holiday.

The other party's family is in the building materials business. Although they are not extremely wealthy, helping her pay off a debt of around 100,000 yuan should not be a problem.

But now Yang Fan has suddenly appeared.

Although 500,000 yuan wasn't much in her eyes—her ideal partner had to be at least in the eight figures—she was in dire need of help right now, and only someone who could solve her immediate crisis would be a true benefactor.

"Even if he bought a Mercedes, it doesn't necessarily make him that great," Su Wanrou muttered to herself, as if trying to comfort herself. "It's only a few hundred thousand, far from my goal."

That's what she said, but she had already picked up her phone and opened the chat window with Yang Fan.

Yesterday's message is still there—Yang Fan didn't reply to her message, "Are you asleep?"

"He's probably asleep," Su Wanrou thought, completely ignoring the possibility that Yang Fan might not want to reply.

After all, Yang Fan's attitude towards her over the past year has been evident to all.

Yang Fan always replies to her messages instantly; he is always there for her whenever she needs him.

How could such a sycophant suddenly change?

Su Wanrou took a deep breath and began tapping her fingers on the screen.

She had to strike a balance—not to be too proactive, lest she seem cheap; nor to be too indifferent, lest Yang Fan really run away.

"What are you doing?"

After sending those four words, Su Wanrou stared at the screen, a confident smile playing on her lips.

She felt that as long as she offered him a little something sweet, Yang Fan would definitely come running to her like before.

At that time, her debt problem will hopefully be resolved.

Maybe...maybe Yang Fan would even sell his newly bought Mercedes to help her.

After all, he "loves" her so much, doesn't he?

……

At the same time, on a commercial street in the city center.

Yang Fan had just parked the car when he led Yang Ya into a large shopping mall.

"Brother, what are we doing here?" Yang Ya looked around curiously. "What are we going to buy?"

"I'm going home in a couple of days, but before that, I need to buy my parents some gifts," Yang Fan said, pointing to a high-end-looking clothing store for middle-aged and elderly people.

"Let's go pick out some decent clothes for Mom and Dad first."

Yang Ya's eyes lit up: "This is great! My parents haven't bought new clothes for years, especially Dad. He's been wearing that down jacket for five years, and the cuffs are all worn white."

"So let's pick something carefully today." Yang Fan smiled and patted his sister's shoulder. "You have good taste, help your brother decide."

As soon as the two entered the store, a sales assistant greeted them: "Welcome! What can I help you with?"

"I'm buying clothes for my parents, who are around fifty years old," Yang Fan said. "They need to be of good quality and comfortable to wear."

"Okay, this way please." The sales assistant led the way enthusiastically, "We recently received a batch of middle-aged styles, all made of pure cotton or wool, very comfortable."

Yang Ya carefully examined each item, occasionally picking one up and holding it up in front of her: "Brother, what do you think of this one? It would definitely look good on Mom."

It was a burgundy wool sweater with a simple and elegant design.

"Not bad." Yang Fan nodded. "Mom has fair skin, and red makes her look radiant."

"And this one?" Yang Ya picked up another navy blue jacket:

"It's for Dad. He always says it's inconvenient to work, but this jacket is both warm and doesn't get in the way."

"Okay, I'll take them both," Yang Fan said to the sales assistant. "Wrap these two up first, then we'll look at the others."

"Yes, sir!" The sales assistant's smile widened even more.

Just then, Yang Fan's phone vibrated.

He took out his phone and glanced at it; it was a message from Su Wanrou: "What are you doing?"

Yang Fan looked at those four words and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Yesterday I posted "Are you asleep?", today I posted "What are you doing?". It's the same old routine, nothing new.

In the past, if he had seen this kind of message, he would have racked his brains to think of a reply that would make her happy and how to keep the conversation going.

Now?

Yang Fan immediately turned off the screen and put the phone back in his pocket.

"Brother, who is it?" Yang Ya noticed his movements.

"Nobody," Yang Fan said casually. "Just a salesperson."

"Oh." Yang Ya didn't think much of it and picked up a beige knitted cardigan:

"Brother, this would definitely look good on Mom. It's her zodiac year this year, so let's buy her a red sweater and pair it with this cardigan, it'll be perfect."

"Okay, I'll do as you say." Yang Fan nodded with a smile.

The two spent nearly an hour browsing in the clothing store and finally bought four pieces of clothing—a jacket and a wool sweater for Dad, and a red sweater and a cardigan for Mom.

While the sales assistant was calculating the bill, Yang Ya whispered, "Brother, how much is it?"

"It's okay, I have money." Yang Fan took out his card and handed it to the sales assistant.

Swipe your card, sign, and head out with your shopping bags.

"Where to next?" Yang Ya asked.

"Buy Mom a necklace," Yang Fan said. "You're good at this, but I'm not so good at choosing. You can help me pick one out."

Yang Ya hesitated for a moment: "Necklaces...aren't they very expensive?"

"It's okay if it's expensive," Yang Fan said. "Mom has worked hard all her life, she deserves a decent piece of jewelry."

The two arrived at the jewelry section on the first floor of the mall. Under the lights, various gold and silver jewelry sparkled.

Yang Ya was dazzled by the sight: "Brother, how much...how much does this cost?"

"Let's look at the styles first, then we'll talk about the price." Yang Fan led her into a jewelry store that looked relatively reliable.

A shop assistant greeted us: "Welcome! What would you like to see?"

"I'm buying a necklace for my mother, who's around fifty years old," Yang Fan said.

"Okay, this way please." The sales assistant led them to the necklace section. "These are all new styles this year, perfect gifts for elders."

Yang Ya looked at each one carefully, and finally pointed to one of them: "Brother, what do you think of this one?"

It was a thin gold chain with a delicate lotus flower pendant, exquisitely crafted.

"The lotus flower has a good meaning, symbolizing purity and elegance," the salesperson introduced at the right time. "Moreover, this style is simple and elegant, making it very suitable for middle-aged women."

"This one will do," Yang Fan said decisively.

"Okay, I'll process your order." The clerk smiled broadly.

When Yang Ya saw the number on the price tag, she gasped: "Eight thousand eight?!"

"It's not expensive." Yang Fan swiped his card without changing his expression.

Emerging from the jewelry store, Yang Ya was still in shock: "Brother, eight thousand eight isn't expensive? That's almost my entire semester's living expenses!"

"Mom will wear it for a lifetime, it's worth it." Yang Fan smiled. "Come on, one last thing—buy Dad a few cartons of good cigarettes."

The two then went to a tobacco and alcohol specialty store, where Yang Fan picked out two cartons of Zhonghua cigarettes and two cartons of Hetianxia cigarettes.

"Dad usually smokes cigarettes that cost ten yuan a pack, but you..." Yang Ya looked at the four packs of cigarettes, not knowing what to say.

"It only happens once a year, let Dad enjoy it too," Yang Fan said.

They carried all the bags back to the car, and the trunk was almost full.

Yang Fan started the car, preparing to return to the hotel, when his phone vibrated again.

He still took it out and glanced at it—it was still Su Wanrou.

This time, the message read: "Did you fall asleep yesterday and miss the message?"

Yang Fan chuckled and turned off the screen again.

"Brother, is it still that salesman?" Yang Ya asked.

"Yeah, he's pretty persistent," Yang Fan said.

"Then why aren't you replying?"

"No need." Yang Fan turned the steering wheel, and the car smoothly drove out of the parking lot.

Yang Ya nodded blankly, but seeing the calm smile on her brother's face, she smiled too.

"Brother, the phrase you said the most today was 'not expensive'."

"Because I have the ability now." Yang Fan looked at the road ahead, his voice very soft:

"Our family used to be poor, and my parents scrimped and saved to send us to school. Now that my brother is earning money, it's time for them to enjoy life."

Yang Ya's eyes welled up with tears: "Brother..."

"Silly girl, why are you crying?" Yang Fan freed one hand and ruffled her hair.

"Let's go back to the hotel. Let's go back and discuss what else we need to buy. We'll buy everything we can while we still have these next couple of days."

"Um!"

The car merged into the evening rush hour traffic and gradually disappeared into the distance.

"..."

In the office building, Su Wanrou stared at the unanswered chat window on her phone, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"What's going on..." she muttered to herself, "Is he really busy?"

She thought for a moment, then sent another message: "Please reply when you see this message, I have something I want to tell you."

send.

Keep waiting.

Ten minutes passed, then twenty minutes passed.

There has still been no reply.