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

Seeing his father's embarrassed expression, Yang Fan felt a surge of anger well up inside him.

He can disregard what others say about him, but he cannot disregard what others say about him in front of his father.

"Thank you for your concern," Yang Fan said calmly, but his eyes were cold.

"However, I know my own situation. You don't need to worry about it."

These words were rather impolite, even somewhat forceful.

The surrounding villagers also realized that something was wrong. The lively feast seemed to have quieted down, and clearly, everyone's attention had been drawn to this side.

With so many people staring at her, Zhou Guifang's smile faltered.

"You silly child, we're doing this for your own good, why can't you listen?"

"No matter what, we are your elders. How can you talk to us like that?"

Yang Jianye's face also darkened: "Xiao Fan, your aunt is right. Young people should be down-to-earth and not suffer for the sake of saving face."

"We're only saying this to you because we're your family. Who would care about anyone else?"

Everyone else at the table was eating with their heads down, not daring to interrupt.

Even an upright official finds it difficult to settle family disputes, let alone matters between relatives.

Just as Yang Fan was about to speak, Yang Ya couldn't hold back any longer.

"Who said my brother bought it with a loan?" Her voice wasn't loud, but it was clear:

"My brother bought it outright. The car registration certificate is at home. Do you want to see it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Guifang was taken aback at first, then scoffed:

"Xiaoya, you silly child, how could you say something like that just to save face for your brother?"

"Five hundred thousand in full?"

Do you know how much 500,000 is?

Yang Lei also laughed, a laugh filled with undisguised contempt:

"Xiaoya, stop fooling around."

"We're all from the same village, we know each other inside and out, what's the point of putting on airs?"

"I didn't fake it!" Yang Ya exclaimed anxiously. "I'm telling the truth! The vehicle registration certificate is at home; I can go back and get it right now!"

"Alright, Xiaoya." Yang Fan patted his sister's shoulder. "Let's eat."

He turned to look at his uncle's family, his tone indifferent:

"I bought the car, and I earned the money. How I bought it and how much I spent is my own business."

"If you're genuinely concerned, thank you. But if you mean something else..."

He paused, not saying the second half of his sentence.

But everyone understands what it means.

Zhou Guifang's face turned completely dark:

"Yang Fan, what do you mean by that? Would we possibly harm you?"

"Look at your attitude! You've made a little money and now you think you're all that, huh?"

Yang Jianye also stood up, pointing at Yang Jianguo: "Jianguo, look at your son!"

"We, as elders, said a few words to him, and this is his attitude? How did you raise him?"

Yang Jianguo opened his mouth, his face turning bright red.

This scene embarrassed him and made him feel even more sorry for his son.

"Brother," he finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse, "about the children... let them handle it themselves."

"Handle it yourself?" Zhou Guifang asked shrilly.

"It's because you spoil them like this that the child is so irresponsible! Buying a car worth 500,000 yuan so easily, how are they going to manage in the future?"

"We're doing this for his own good!"

"For my own good?" Yang Fan smiled, but his smile was cold.

"I appreciate your kindness. But I know how I'm managing my life. You don't need to worry about it."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his chopsticks, put a piece of meat into his bowl, and said, "Xiaoya, eat."

Yang Ya sat down angrily, but didn't say anything more.

The atmosphere at the table was extremely awkward.

People at other tables were secretly glancing in their direction and whispering among themselves.

"The eldest branch of the Yang family is just jealous..."

"That's right. They used to look down on the second wife, but now that her child is successful, they feel resentful."

"That's a really harsh thing to say. What business is it of yours what you call a loan?"

Even close brothers keep clear accounts; this isn't concern, it's putting someone down...

These discussions weren't loud, but they were enough to reach Zhou Guifang's ears.

Her face turned pale and then red, and finally she snorted coldly, sat down and continued eating, but her chopsticks slammed down with a loud "clatter".

Yang Jianye also sat down with a dark face, picked up his wine glass and took a big gulp.

Yang Lei continued playing on his phone with his head down, but the pressure he applied when swiping the screen was noticeably greater.

The second half of the meal was eaten in unusual silence.

The only sounds were the clatter of bowls and chopsticks, and the occasional cough.

Yang Fan didn't eat much, but he ate very slowly.

He didn't want people to think he left in anger.

Yang Ya angrily shoveled rice into her mouth, her eyes glaring at the table next to her every now and then.

Finally, the meal was finished.

Yang Fan put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and then stood up.

He pulled a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket—he bought them yesterday to give out as gifts during the Chinese New Year.

He walked to the next table and offered cigarettes to everyone: "Third Uncle, have a smoke. Uncle Li, have one. Grandpa Wang, you have one too..."

He sent the food to all the seven or eight people at the table.

When offering a cigarette, be polite and respectful in your tone.

But they deliberately avoided their uncle's table.

Zhou Guifang watched helplessly as Yang Fan walked past their table without even glancing at them, her chest heaving with anger.

Yang Jianye's face turned ashen.

Yang Lei stared intently at his phone screen, as if he wanted to burn a hole through it.

After offering cigarettes, Yang Fan returned to his table and said to his father, "Dad, let's go home."

Yang Jianguo nodded and stood up.

The father and son walked out side by side, with Yang Ya following behind.

When Yang Fan reached the entrance of the greenhouse, he stopped and turned to the table where the hosts were sitting, saying:

"Grandpa, Grandma, thank you for your hospitality today. I'll come to visit you again another day."

Grandpa is over eighty years old and his hearing isn't very good, but he smiled kindly and said, "Good, good, Xiao Fan is so thoughtful."

Stepping out of the greenhouse, the cold winter wind blew in, and Yang Fan took a deep breath.

The tightness in my chest finally dissipated a little.

Yang Jianguo walked beside him, and after a while, he finally spoke: "Fanfan..."

"Dad, it's okay." Yang Fan knew what his father wanted to say. "Let them say what they want, we just need to live our own lives."

Yang Jianguo was silent for a few seconds, then nodded: "Okay. As long as you know what I mean."

The three walked home along the village road.

The chatter continued inside the greenhouse behind us.

But this time, the subject of the discussion has changed.

"It seems the eldest and second branches of the Yang family will become estranged from now on..."

"So what if we're distant? We weren't that close before anyway."

"But Jian Guo's son is really promising; he bought a car worth 500,000 yuan without hesitation."

"Bought it with cash? Really?"

"Xiaoya wouldn't talk nonsense..."

"If it's really a full payment, then this child is extraordinary..."

Yang Fan could no longer hear these words.

He doesn't care either.

All he wants now is to go home and spend the New Year with his parents.

As for those relatives who can't stand to see others doing well...

Whatever.