When I went home for Chinese New Year, I spent a million times more money on my foreign wife.

Chen Qiang's slap was so solid that the bone china cup on the coffee table jumped, spilling a large amount of brown coffee that dripped down the edge of the table onto the Italian imported wool carpet.

"Stop giving me that nonsense! Chen Yang, you're paying today whether you like it or not!"

Chen Qiang's face turned red and his neck thickened, spittle flying everywhere. His self-righteous demeanor made it seem as if Chen Yang owed him a debt from eight generations of his ancestors.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense. Chen Yue was about to stand up to protect her brother when she saw Chen Yang frown, his attention not on Chen Qiang at all, but staring at the corner of the table.

"Hey, it seems the floor leveling wasn't done properly after the underfloor heating was installed." Chen Yang reached out and pushed the coffee table, and the heavy solid wood table actually wobbled a bit. "No wonder I felt unsteady while drinking coffee earlier, turns out it was because my legs weren't level."

Chen Qiang felt like he'd punched cotton, and his forehead veins throbbed with anger: "Chen Yang! Don't play dumb with me! Will changing the subject work? Let me tell you, today..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yang had already stood up, not even glancing at the family of three, and went straight to the newly bought mahogany chest of drawers, opening the drawers and rummaging through them.

"Yangzi, what are you doing?" Second Aunt spat out the sunflower seed shells on the ground, pouting. "Don't think you can get away with this by dawdling. Your second uncle has already spoken; this money is for family unity, it's an act of good deeds!"

"Found it."

Chen Yang walked back carrying something in his hand. It was a round, golden little cake, about the size of a billiard ball, reflecting light under the crystal chandelier in the living room, making people's eyes dazzled.

"We still need to put a mat on this table, otherwise we'll have to wash the carpet if the coffee gets spilled, which is a hassle."

Chen Yang muttered to himself, bent down, and casually stuffed the golden object in his hand under the dangling table leg.

"Click".

Perfectly fitted.

Chen Yang straightened up, pushed the table again, and nodded in satisfaction: "That's stable now. It has to be made of solid metal. Ordinary pieces of wood can't support such a heavy table."

The living room suddenly fell silent.

Uncle Chen Jianguo's small eyes, which had been squinting and calculating, were now wide open, bigger than a bull's eyes.

He stared intently at the object pressed under the corner of the table, his breathing becoming rapid, as if someone were choking him.

Although the object was pressed down, the exposed half of its side still shimmered with a captivating luster that could make your heart stop.

That thickness, that color...

"Yang...Yangzi..." Auntie's voice trembled, and her finger pointing at the table leg sounded like she had Parkinson's disease. "What...what's that thing under there?"

"Oh, that." Chen Yang sat back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and spoke in a casual tone, as if he were talking about using a brick as a cushion. "It's a commemorative coin that came with the New Year's gifts I bought a couple of days ago. I think it weighed 100 or 200 grams? I forgot. Anyway, the size is just right, so I used it as a cushion. It's quite stable."

"Gulp."

In the quiet room, three distinct sounds of swallowing saliva could be heard.

Chen Qiang stopped yelling and his eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

Is that gold? Such a big 100g gold nugget must be worth at least 10 yuan, right? And you just casually used it to prop up a table leg?

At that moment, all talk of 300,000 yuan and dowry was washed away by the gold used to prop up the corner of the table.

The greed of this family of three was practically overflowing.

Just as the second uncle's family was practically crawling on the ground trying to pry the gold out, a slender, fair hand suddenly reached out.

Katyusha stared intently at the golden object, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity.

When no one was looking, she bent down, lifted the table leg, and pried out the gold coin.

"Chen, you've hidden some delicious food again!"

Katyusha held the heavy gold coin, her face beaming with a "I've got you" expression.

In her mind, these round cakes with a golden outer shell are usually the kind of chocolate coin.

Before Chen Yang could even speak to stop her, the girl from the fighting nation didn't hesitate at all. She opened her rosy lips and took a big bite out of the gold coin.

"Click!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding crack echoed through the living room.

"Ugh—!"

Katyusha suddenly covered her cheek, her delicate face instantly contorting into a mask of pain, her beautiful features squeezed together.

"Ouch... Chen... This chocolate is expired! It's so hard! Harder than a frozen pear!"

Katyusha, with tears in her eyes, handed the things in her hands to Chen Yang, looking extremely aggrieved.

Chen Yang took it, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Two rows of clear, neat teeth marks were clearly visible on the edge of the pure gold commemorative coin, deeply indented.

True gold fears no fire, but it is clearly afraid of the teeth of the fighting nation.

This time, my second uncle's family was completely stunned.

If the previous suspicion was merely that Chen Yang was putting on an act and trying to fool people with a fake product, then the teeth marks left by this bite are the most irrefutable evidence.

It can be bitten and leaves a mark, this is definitely pure gold!

My aunt felt like she was about to faint.

That's gold! This spendthrift woman actually gnawed on it? And after she finished, that spendthrift man was planning to take it back and use it as a table leg?

Is this the life of the rich?

Chen Yang didn't wipe the drool off it, nor did he even glance at the valuable gold coin. Instead, he reached out and pinched Katyusha's chin, forcing her to open her mouth.

"Let me see, are your teeth broken? Are you crazy to bite like that?"

After checking and confirming that the two rows of pearly white teeth were intact, Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief and casually stuffed the gold coins under the table again.

"No...don't use that!" Uncle Chen Jianguo couldn't hold back any longer. This was like tearing his heart out. "Yangzi, this is gold! Are you really going to waste it like this?"

Chen Yang didn't stop moving; he pushed it back in and even pressed it down a bit.

After doing all this, he dusted off his hands, looked up, and his eyes, which had been smiling, were now devoid of warmth as he stared straight at Chen Qiang, who was still in a daze.

"Second Uncle, you're mistaken."

Chen Yang leaned back on the sofa, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, his tone languid yet every word piercing.

"It's my stuff, I can use it however I want. Whether I use it to prop up a table corner or to skip stones on water, that's my prerogative."

He pointed to the gold coin that was pressed tightly down, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"You see, I have money, lots of money. I'd rather use gold to prop up a table leg than give a fully grown, healthy baby a single penny."

"Want to get married? Want to buy a house? Go earn it yourself. With me, you can't take even thirty yuan, let alone three hundred thousand."

Chen Yang picked up the half-splashed cup of coffee and raised it to the pale-faced family of three.

"I've said my piece. The door's over there. Goodbye."