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

Seeing his younger sister crying in anger, Yang Fan was very annoyed, but he still reached out and gently patted Yang Ya's back.

"Alright, Xiaoya, don't cry."

It's not worth getting angry over someone like that.

"What's there to be angry about? This is the only time."

He stared ahead, his eyes cold.

"From now on, we just won't associate with people like that, right?"

"Don't even mention it, I feel like cursing right now."

"What Wang De did was extremely unethical and disgusting."

"I was thinking that since we're all cousins, I should help each other out if I can."

"But his behavior and conduct were absolutely despicable."

After a pause, Yang Fan continued with a hint of helplessness:

"Sigh! Like Dad said, sometimes during the Lunar New Year, and out of respect for Mom, people come to visit, and you can't just turn them away, can you?"

"But don't cry, it'll be a death sentence if we never see each other again."

Hearing her brother say this, Yang Ya's crying gradually subsided.

She sobbed, her voice thick with nasal congestion:

"Brother, I know... I just... I just feel like they're bullying us! They only do this because they think our family is easy to talk to!"

"If it weren't for Mom's sake, I would have yelled at him right there in the yard!"

Lin Xiaoyu, who was standing to the side, kept silently handing over tissues.

Looking at the brother and sister, she felt indignant for them.

She gently tugged at Yang Ya's sleeve and whispered words of comfort:

"Xiaoya, don't get angry. Don't ruin your health by getting angry over this kind of person."

Yang Fan took a deep breath and restarted the car.

Fortunately, the gas station in town wasn't far away, and the car slid into the station safely amidst the frantic flashing of the fuel gauge light.

"Fill it up, 95 octane," Yang Fan said to the gas station attendant.

The gas pump was inserted into the fuel tank, and the numbers on the meter jumped rapidly.

"Brother, look, it's jumping so fast..." Yang Ya looked at the number and felt another pang of pain in her heart.

Finally, the number stopped at "485.60" yuan.

Wang De used up nearly 500 yuan worth of oil without a second thought or a word of politeness.

After filling up the gas tank, Yang Fan drove to the largest car detailing shop in town.

"Boss, wash it thoroughly, make sure it's spotless inside and out."

The high-pressure water gun repeatedly washed away the grime on the car body, but the marks mixed with mud and unidentified stains were extremely stubborn.

Both car wash workers frowned, and one of the younger men couldn't help but say to his partner:

"Was this car driven to plow the fields? Such a new car, ruined like this."

Yang Fan heard this but didn't say anything; his eyes only grew colder.

The interior of the vehicle was like a mobile garbage dump.

The footpads were covered not only with thick muddy footprints, but also with dried candy wrappers and an unidentified liquid.

The gaps between the seats were filled with sunflower seed shells, peanut skins, and cigarette ash. There was even a half-finished, spoiled cup of milk tea in one of the cup holders.

What Yang Ya found most unbearable was that in a corner of the back seat, she found a small burn mark from a cigarette butt. Although it was not obvious, it was nothing short of an ugly scar on a new car.

"Brother...look here..." Yang Ya pointed to the burn, her voice trembling.

Lin Xiaoyu silently took out tissues from her bag and tried to wipe away the stains, but quickly gave up because it was a problem that tissues couldn't solve.

Looking at Yang Fan's tense profile and Yang Ya's red eyes, she felt a pang of sadness and could only whisper:

"Stop looking, Xiaoya, it'll only make you angrier. Just wash it clean."

Yang Fan remained silent throughout.

He just stood there, quietly watching the car wash workers use vacuum cleaners and cleaning agents to slowly remove the trash that shouldn't have been in his car.

A thought kept echoing in his mind:

Some people really don't deserve to be considered relatives.

It took more than an hour and a hundred yuan to wash the car before the black Mercedes finally regained its original pristine shine.

Driving his spotless car home, Yang Fan felt increasingly frustrated.

As the car drove into the village, looking at the familiar country road, he didn't even want to go into that house.

He now truly understands the advice Der gave him when he bought the car before the new year.

Sometimes, in rural areas where personal relationships are so important, it's really best not to flaunt your wealth.

Those distant relatives you have no connection to, all sorts of bizarre people you can't even imagine, will swarm around you like flies to the smell of blood.

If the relatives are sensible and know proper etiquette, it's fine; everyone respects each other and exchanges gifts.

But people like Wang De, who take advantage of their family ties to the extreme with shamelessness and opportunism, have truly shattered my worldview.

Yang Fan did not turn off the car immediately after parking it at the gate of the courtyard.

He turned his head, lowered his voice, and instructed Yang Ya in the passenger seat and Lin Xiaoyu in the back seat:

"Xiaoya, Xiaoyu, listen to me."

"Once you go inside, don't say anything and don't give me a hard time."

"My uncles and aunts are guests after all, and they came to pay their respects on the second day of the Lunar New Year. It's already a bit unreasonable for us not to be home."

"For the sake of our parents' feelings, let's go inside and sit for a while, quietly, and avoid any conflict."

"Anyway, I've made up my mind not to have any contact with them anymore."

Yang Ya knew her brother was considering the bigger picture, and although she was extremely unwilling, she still nodded emphatically.

"I understand, brother."

The three people got out of the car, composed themselves, and pushed open the door to enter the main room.

Inside, the sounds of mahjong tiles and laughter mingled together, creating a lively atmosphere.

As soon as they entered, all the sounds stopped for a moment, and several pairs of eyes turned to look at them.

Wang De's father, Wang Jianjun, who is also Yang Fan's second uncle, was leaning back on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth.

He saw Yang Fan place the brand-new Mercedes car keys on the table and spoke in a sarcastic tone:

"Oh, you're back? The car's all washed?"

"Oh dear, it's the Lunar New Year, if we drive it out for a spin it will get dirty again."

"It's okay if it's a little dirty, why be so fussy?"

Yang Fan felt a wave of nausea upon hearing this.

He's completely immune to it, and he doesn't even bother to say a word to him.

When we left, Wang Jianjun had already said a lot of sarcastic things, and now he's doing it again?

Like father, like son!

Yang Fan ignored him, walked straight to an empty sofa and sat down, not even smoking a cigarette, just sitting there expressionless.

Yang Ya and Lin Xiaoyu also sat down quietly beside him.

The atmosphere in the room became somewhat awkward due to their silence.