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

Early the next morning.

Everyone got up quite early.

But no matter how long they waited, from eight in the morning, to nine, and then to ten, there was still no sign of Wang De or his Mercedes.

Yang Ya's patience had completely run out. She paced back and forth in the yard, muttering to herself.

"He said he'd return it this afternoon, but I'd be lucky if he even came today!"

"He broke his promise! So unreliable!"

It was almost eleven o'clock, and just as the family was preparing to make lunch, the sound of a car engine finally came from outside the gate.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Fan's familiar black Mercedes slowly drove into the yard.

As soon as the car came to a stop, four middle-aged men jumped out; they were Yang Fan's uncles.

This scene surprised Yang Ya, who was about to lash out.

However, when Yang Fan and Yang Ya's gaze fell on their own Mercedes-Benz, their expressions instantly changed.

The black luxury car that they had brought back, which was brand new and shiny, without a speck of dust, now looked as if it had just rolled out of a mud pit.

The vehicle was splattered with large patches of mud, some of which had dried and turned into yellow blotches.

The wheels and mudguards were the worst affected areas, covered in a thick layer of mud.

The entire car body was so dirty that even the original paint shine was no longer visible, let alone checking if the car body had been scratched or damaged.

Yang Ya's face fell instantly... This is too careless.

Wang De, however, seemed oblivious to the siblings' unpleasant expressions, and got out of the driver's seat with a beaming smile, carrying two bottles of wine and a pack of cigarettes.

He strode over and warmly put his arm around Yang Fan's shoulder.

"Oh dear, cousin! I'm so sorry, so sorry!"

"I was going to drive it back for you yesterday, but this delay has put it on hold for two days. Please don't hold it against your cousin!"

As he spoke, he stuffed the gift into Yang Fan's arms, his tone familiar and matter-of-fact.

"You've really made something of yourself now, you're a big boss!"

"My cousin needs to save face sometimes, you have to understand that, right?"

"Here, these are your car keys." He slapped the keys into Yang Fan's hand and then pointed to the dirty car.

"I was in a bit of a rush this morning and didn't have time to wash you."

"Why don't you take it to get washed this afternoon? It won't cost much anyway."

"You won't hold such a small matter against your cousin, will you?"

Wang De had said everything he wanted to say, leaving himself with no way out.

Yang Fan gripped the cold car keys, looking at his smiling face, and felt genuinely angry.

Actually, Wang De felt fine after playing with the car for two days and then returning it, but he was really uncomfortable with the way the car was damaged, feeling that he was not respected at all.

He took a deep breath and told himself: his uncles are here, and his mother is watching. It's the New Year, so he can't say too much.

But he made up his mind that he should keep a distance from this cousin in the future, because one's character is revealed in the details.

Yang Fan forced a smile that looked more like a grimace:

"It's alright, cousin. Please come in and sit down. Uncles, please come in and sit down!"

Wang Xiuying and Yang Jianguo had already come out to greet them, warmly inviting the brothers into the house.

Yang Fan turned to Yang Ya, whose face was ashen, and Lin Xiaoyu, who stood to the side looking somewhat bewildered, and said:

"Xiaoya, your uncle and his family are here. You and Xiaoyu can sit with them for a while and chat."

"I'm going to wash the car first. I'll be right back."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ya immediately objected.

She has a million complaints she wants to vent and a million grievances she wants to unleash.

If she were to face Wang De's hypocritical smile, she feared she would burst out on the spot.

"Brother, I'll go with you!" She quickly walked to Yang Fan's side.

"I don't want to stay indoors, it's so stuffy!"

She felt that if she kept certain things inside, she would suffocate.

Yang Fan glanced at her, understood her thoughts, and nodded without saying anything more.

He said to Lin Xiaoyu, "Xiaoyu, come along too. Let's go and come back quickly."

"Oh... okay."

Just as the three were about to get into the car, Yang Jianguo came out of the house and asked:

"Xiao Fan, where are you going?"

Yang Fan replied, "Dad, I'm going to town to wash the car."

"We're going to take Xiaoyu home later and visit her family for the New Year, right? It's unacceptable for the car to be so dirty."

"I'll come back first after I finish showering, and then go in the afternoon."

Yang Jianguo listened and thought it made sense, so he nodded:

"Alright, then hurry back, your uncle and the others are still here!"

Just then, an uncle came out and, hearing their conversation, chimed in with a chuckle.

"Oh dear, Xiao Fan, what difference does it make whether you wash the car or not? In the countryside, who doesn't get muddy? Isn't that how it is?"

He then changed the subject, saying pointedly:

"You're not upset that your brother De got your car dirty, are you? We're family, there's no need to be so fussy."

Yang Fan was speechless when he heard this!

What kind of talk is that?

So, treasuring your own things is considered stingy and disrespectful?

But he glanced at his mother, who was smiling obsequiously inside the room, and suppressed his anger.

"Uncle, you're joking." Yang Fan said with a polite smile.

"How could I blame Brother De? The main thing is that we're going to Xiaoyu's house to pay a New Year's visit later. It's our first time visiting, so we have to make sure the car is clean. It's a matter of courtesy. We can't let them think we're disrespectful."

He used Lin Xiaoyu as a shield, and his uncle was speechless. He could only say "Oh, oh" twice before turning and going inside.

The three got into the car, and Yang Fan inserted the key and started the engine.

The engine roared to life, and the instrument panel lit up instantly.

However, the moment it was turned on, a piercing "beep beep" alarm sounded, and a yellow gas pump icon in the center of the dial was flashing incessantly.

The fuel gauge needle has completely flattened out.

Yang Fan stared at the flashing alarm light, at a loss for words...

Yang Ya, who was standing next to him, noticed the change in his expression and the piercing alarm, and hurriedly asked:

"Brother, what's wrong? Is there a problem with the car?"

Yang Fan turned his head and uttered three words expressionlessly.

"The car is out of gas."

"I don't know if this little bit of gas will be enough to get me to a gas station."

The air froze in that instant.

Two seconds later, Yang Ya's anger erupted like a volcano.

"What?"

"Can't even reach a gas station?"

"Is Wang De even human?"

"Borrowed the car and didn't return it, left it looking like it'd been pulled out of a cesspool, and now they're returning it without even filling up the gas tank?!"

"Brother! I remember it perfectly! When we lent him the car, the gas tank was full! A whole tank of gas! That must have cost several hundred dollars!"

"What does he take us for?"

"Free drivers, free gas stations, free car washers?"

"He went too far! He really went too far!"

"Cousin...why is he doing this? Isn't this bullying?"

Yang Ya was trembling with anger, tears welling up in her eyes, not from sadness, but purely from rage.