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

After listening, Lingling leaned back. In her opinion, given Yang Fan's situation, even if he had a car, it would probably only be worth tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan.

She crossed her arms, her face displaying an expression that was a mixture of disappointment and superiority.

Li Guixiang also spoke up, her tone somewhat critical:

"The young man is decent-looking, but he doesn't own a house and his income is just average... Although my Lingling is only a substitute teacher, it's a legitimate and stable job. She does have her share of suitors."

Yang Fan simply hummed in response without replying.

Lingling cleared her throat, sat up straight, and said in a tone as if announcing a major decision:

"Yang Fan, I don't think we're a good match."

Yang Fan looked up at her and asked, "Oh?"

"Look," Lingling started counting on her fingers:

"First, I have requirements regarding my future partner's income."

"I make about four thousand a month now, he must earn at least twenty thousand a month, right? Otherwise, how will he support the family?"

"How can you give your child a good education? You're only offering five or six thousand, that's far from enough."

Yang Ya, who was listening nearby, stared wide-eyed. What was all this?

Lingling didn't notice and continued, "Second, height. How tall are you? Are you 1.8 meters?" She looked at Yang Fan critically.

"1.78 meters tall," Yang Fan replied calmly.

"See? He's under 1.8 meters tall. I want someone over 1.8 meters; it makes me feel safe." Lingling shook her head.

"Third, a house is a must; you can't do without one in the city. As for a car..." She paused, "Domestic cars are just too bad; it has to be a joint venture brand, right?"

She concluded, "So, we're really not a good match. Your circumstances... well, they're a bit far from my standards. I'm sorry."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Yang Fan with a hint of sympathy, as if rejecting him was a great loss for Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was completely stunned after hearing this.

It wasn't anger, it was a kind of utterly absurd speechlessness.

He sized up the girl in front of him, who was less than 1.6 meters tall and obviously overweight. Listening to her comments about earning 4,000 yuan a month but demanding 20,000 yuan from the other party, and asking for a high price herself but complaining about the inferior quality of other people's domestic cars, he felt that his worldview had been completely refreshed.

He was still figuring out how to politely refuse without hurting his aunt's feelings, but she gave him a complete and overwhelming rejection first.

Yang Fan was silent for a few seconds, then finally nodded, his tone flat and emotionless:

"Hmm, it's not really suitable. It's okay."

"Lingling! How dare you talk like that!" Yang Xiujuan was embarrassed and a little annoyed.

"What's wrong with Fanfan? She's reliable, hardworking, and good-looking! What's wrong with them being together?"

"Auntie, you can't compromise when it comes to relationships." Lingling raised her chin. "My requirements aren't high at all; I'd rather have nothing than something bad."

Li Guixiang chimed in, "Xiujuan, it's up to the children themselves to decide what's best for them. Lingling's circumstances are what they are; it's normal for her to want someone better."

Wang Xiuying's face was already very pale. How could a mother feel good when her own son was being so nitpicked and belittled?

She held back her anger and didn't say anything.

Yang Ya couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "She doesn't even look at her own qualifications..."

Although the voice was soft, the room was quiet, and Lingling had clearly heard it. She immediately glared at Yang Ya: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Yang Fan stood up, too lazy to argue any further. "Mom, Aunt, it's getting late, let's go back."

"Oh, Fanfan..." Yang Xiujuan said apologetically.

"It's nothing, Auntie, thank you for your trouble." Yang Fan's tone remained calm. "We'll be going now."

Seeing that they were really about to leave, Lingling and Li Guixiang also stood up, ready to leave as well.

The group walked into the courtyard.

The countryside was dark at night, but Yang Fan's black Mercedes-Benz E300, illuminated by the light streaming through the windows, had sleek lines and a large three-pointed star logo that subtly reflected light, exuding an understated elegance.

Lingling's gaze was unconsciously drawn to the car.

She doesn't know much about cars, but this car looks much more upscale than her cousin's sedan, which costs over 100,000 yuan.

"Whose car is this? Why is it parked here?" Lingling asked curiously.

Yang Fan didn't say anything, but walked straight to the driver's seat, took out the key and pressed it.

"drop!"

The car lights flashed, and the sound of the door lock being unlocked was clearly heard.

Lingling and her mother, Li Guixiang, froze on the spot, their eyes wide open, staring intently as Yang Fan opened the car door and got into the expensive-looking "domestic car".

Yang Fan started the car, and the engine emitted a deep and powerful roar.

Wang Xiuying and Yang Ya also got on the bus.

The car slowly drove out of the yard, leaving Lingling and her daughter bewildered in the cold night wind.

After a long while, Lingling suddenly grabbed her mother's arm, her voice trembling:

"Mom...that car is a Mercedes! I recognize the logo! My colleague's boyfriend drives a similar one, and he said it costs over 500,000 yuan!"

"How...how much?!" Li Guixiang's tongue was tied in knots.

"Five hundred thousand! At least five hundred thousand!" Lingling's face flushed red and then paled, her face burning with embarrassment as she recalled saying "domestic cars are too bad." Would someone who can afford a five hundred thousand car only earn five or six thousand a month?

Will I be unable to afford a house?

What I just said made me look like a clown!

"Then...then what are you standing there for!" Li Guixiang exclaimed anxiously, giving her daughter a shove.

"Go back now! Find your Aunt Yang! Tell her to ask again! Just say... just say you were a bit harsh with your words earlier, and ask her to look into it further! Such a good offer, how could you refuse it! You brat!"

Lingling panicked too, it was a car worth 500,000!

These conditions are top-notch even in the surrounding area!

She quickly turned around and ran back to Yang Xiujuan's door, banging on it loudly.

Yang Xiujuan had just seen Wang Xiuying and the others off and was feeling down when she heard a knock on the door. When she opened it, she saw Lingling, who had returned.

"Aunt Yang!" Lingling forced a smile.

"Um... I might not have expressed myself clearly just now. I think... I think Yang Fan is actually a really good person!"

"How about... you ask around again, and see if we can find out more? I... I can take the initiative!"

Yang Xiujuan looked at the face in front of her, which had been arrogant at first but obsequious at second, and knew exactly what was going on.

Her smile faded, and her tone became distant: "Lingling, I shouldn't ask you that anymore."

"You said it yourself, it's not a good fit, and Fanfan has accepted it. Let's just let it go. You can't force things, can you?"

"No, Aunt Yang, I..."

"Alright, it's getting late, go back now." Yang Xiujuan interrupted her and closed the door.

Lingling, standing outside the closed door, thought of the Mercedes that had driven away, and felt a mix of emotions swirling in her heart. She was filled with regret.

Inside the car, Yang Ya was laughing so hard she was doubled over.

"Bro! Did you see that girl's expression afterwards? Hahahaha! It cracked me up! A monthly salary of 20,000 and 1.8 meters tall! Where does she get her confidence from?!"

Wang Xiuying sighed, both amused and exasperated: "What kind of people are these... And Xiujuan, why did she introduce such a person..."

Yang Fan drove, looking at the road ahead illuminated by the headlights, without much expression, as if he was used to it.

This farcical blind date at least dispelled some of the gloom at home and allowed him to gain a clearer understanding of certain people and things.

"Mom, please don't worry about my affairs anymore," he said softly. "When the time is right, things will fall into place naturally."

Looking at her son's well-defined profile, Wang Xiuying recalled his calm demeanor when he was belittled, and then the family's change of expression upon seeing the car. She finally understood.

Her son was no longer the naive boy she needed to arrange blind dates for.