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

Yang Fan ate his meal in silence, not saying much, but his attention would always unconsciously fall on Lin Xiaoyu.

He noticed that the girl ate very politely, taking small bites without making a sound.

Even when eating fried rice cakes, one first uses chopsticks to break them into small pieces, then takes small bites and puts them into the mouth.

When Yang Ya talks about something funny, she first purses her lips and tries hard to hold it in, but eventually she can't help it, so she covers her mouth with her hand, her eyes curve into beautiful crescents, and her shoulders shrug slightly.

Clean, comfortable, and authentic.

These words came to Yang Fan's mind. Compared to Su Wanrou's ever-refined "fakeness" and Lingling's undisguised "vulgarity," Lin Xiaoyu was like a clear spring.

"Brother, what are you looking at? Are you stupid?" Yang Ya nudged Yang Fan with her elbow.

Yang Fan snapped out of his daze and realized that he was staring blankly at Lin Xiaoyu, while everyone at the table was looking at him.

Lin Xiaoyu's face flushed red to her ears, and she quickly lowered her head to eat her rice.

"N-nothing...it's nothing." Yang Fan was a little embarrassed. To cover it up, he picked up the biggest fried egg and put it into Lin Xiaoyu's bowl. "You're too thin. Eat more."

"Ah... thank you, brother." Lin Xiaoyu's voice was barely audible.

Wang Xiuying and Yang Jianguo exchanged a satisfied look as they watched this scene.

After dinner, Wang Xiuying and Yang Jianguo went to the kitchen to clean up, while Yang Ya pulled Lin Xiaoyu back to her room to whisper to her, leaving her older brother alone.

"Brother, come in with us!" Yang Ya poked her head out of the doorway and winked at Yang Fan.

"What would I do if you girls were chatting?" Yang Fan said, refusing.

"Hey, I told you to come, so come!" Yang Ya ran over and dragged Yang Fan into her room as well.

The room wasn't big, but Yang Ya had made it very cozy.

She had Lin Xiaoyu sit on the edge of the bed, while she moved a chair and had Yang Fan sit opposite her.

"Xiaoyu, let me tell you, my brother is really amazing now!" Yang Ya started her usual boasting about her brother.

"Xiaoya, don't talk nonsense." Yang Fan glared at her.

Lin Xiaoyu looked at Yang Fan with admiration: "Brother, I'm serious. You've always been amazing."

"He's just too nice, sometimes people take advantage of him." Yang Ya glanced at Yang Fan meaningfully. "Xiao Yu, if you have the chance in the future, you have to keep an eye on him for me, so he doesn't get bullied."

"I... I can't do that." Lin Xiaoyu's face turned red again, but her eyes were very serious. "However, if anyone bullies my brother, I... I will definitely help him."

Seeing her earnest little face, Yang Fan felt a warmth in his heart and couldn't help but smile.

Time flew by in this relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, and before we knew it, it was afternoon.

The sound of firecrackers outside gradually subsided, but the festive atmosphere of the New Year remained strong.

Yang Ya glanced at the sky outside the window and said to Yang Fan, "Brother, it's almost five o'clock. Shouldn't we take Xiaoyu home? Otherwise, the roads will be difficult to navigate at night."

As she spoke, she suddenly frowned, looking displeased: "But what's wrong with Cousin Wang De? He said he'd return the car yesterday, but he hasn't even called! Where's our new car?!"

Yang Fan also thought of this problem.

They promised to return it yesterday, or at the latest today, but now there's not even a word. This way of doing things makes him very uncomfortable.

"It's time to send Xiaoyu back." Yang Fan stood up, nodded, and said, "I'll give him a call to ask how things are going."

He took out his phone and, in front of his sister and Lin Xiaoyu, dialed Wang De's number.

The phone rang several times before being answered, and immediately came a cacophony of mahjong tiles, finger-guessing games, and Wang De's unusually loud voice.

"Hey! Cousin! Happy New Year! May you make a fortune!"

Yang Fan suppressed his displeasure and tried his best to make his voice sound calm:

"Brother De, Happy New Year. Is it convenient for you there? I wanted to ask if you've run out of cars? I need to take a friend home."

"Hey! The car! I was just about to tell you!" Wang De's voice sounded incredibly excited, with a hint of boasting.

"Cousin, when you drive that car around, guys are totally making a name for themselves!"

"I drove to my mother-in-law's house the day before yesterday, and the whole village came out to see me! Relatives surrounded me, saying I'd made something of myself and become a big boss!"

He seemed completely oblivious to the urging in Yang Fan's words, lost in his own moment of glory.

Yang Fan's brows furrowed instantly.

"Brother De, I..."

"Let me finish!" Wang De interrupted him, his tone becoming matter-of-fact. "How about this? I just picked my wife up yesterday, and tomorrow I have to drive this car to visit my aunt and brother-in-law. We've already made the trip, so we have to go through the motions, right?"

"Don't worry, I'll drive it for one more day! Just one more day! Tomorrow afternoon, I promise! I'll personally drive this car to your house to pay a New Year's visit, and return the car to you in style! What do you say?"

Hearing the self-righteous voice on the other end of the phone, Yang Fan felt a surge of anger rising from the bottom of his heart to his head.

He uses other people's new cars as a way to show off and maintain his pitiful vanity, and he can say it so easily and naturally, as if he is giving Yang Fan a huge favor.

He took a deep breath and squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth, his voice as cold as ice.

"understood."

After saying that, he didn't even bother to listen to another word from Wang De and hung up the phone directly.

"How's it going, bro? What did he say? Is it coming back soon?"

Yang Ya and Lin Xiaoyu both stood up and looked at him with concern.

They could all see that Yang Fan looked extremely unwell.

Yang Fan turned to look at his expectant sister and repeated, word by word, "He said he drove our car to visit relatives today."

"He wants to spend another day showing off at his aunt's and brother-in-law's houses."

"I'll return the car tomorrow afternoon."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Ya exploded.

"What?!" Her voice suddenly rose, her face flushed with anger, and she paced back and forth in the room.

"How could he do this! What does he take us for? He said he'd pay us back yesterday, then he dragged it out until today, and now he says tomorrow! Does he have no integrity whatsoever?!"

"That's a brand new car! A brand new car we just bought! It's not a tool for him to show off everywhere! How could he even say something like that! I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"

Yang Ya became increasingly angry as she spoke, and her eyes even turned red.

She wasn't upset about the car; she was upset about her brother and her family being taken advantage of so casually.

Lin Xiaoyu stood to the side, wanting to offer comfort but unsure how to begin. She could only anxiously look at Yang Fan and whisper:

"Brother, Xiaoya, don't be angry... Or, I can walk back by myself, it's still early..."

"No way!" Yang Fan and Yang Ya refused almost in unison.