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After hanging up the phone, Jiang Nansun didn't wait for Zhang Anren to ask about the situation before pulling him straight to the four-story villa in front of them.

"Auntie, Auntie, are you there?" Jiang Nansun gently lifted her skirt and went upstairs, with Zhang Anren carrying a bag of drawings, following closely behind.

However, when they entered the house that Aunt Daisy had bought, they found that Daisy was not there; only Jiang Nansun's father, Jiang Pengfei, was inside.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" Jiang Nansun frowned and asked, somewhat surprised.

Jiang Pengfei looked up at his daughter, Jiang Nansun, a smile playing on his lips. "I've been waiting for you. I told you to make an appointment this morning..."

"Hello, Uncle." Upon hearing that he was Jiang Nansun's father, Zhang Anren became a little nervous and greeted him politely before the other party could finish speaking.

Interrupted, Jiang Pengfei frowned slightly. He looked him up and down and said with a faint smile, "You are... classmate Xiao Zhang, right?"

"Yes," Zhang Anren nodded quickly and replied politely, "I really didn't expect to see you here."

Jiang Nansun stepped forward, took Zhang Anren's arm, and introduced him generously: "Let me introduce you, Zhang Anren, this is my boyfriend. This is my dad!"

Zhang Anren, being quite perceptive, bowed deeply and greeted him again, "Hello, Uncle!"

"Okay, okay," Jiang Pengfei nodded with a smile, pointing to the stool beside him, "Come on, have a seat!"

Jiang Nansun reluctantly pulled Zhang Anren to sit down, then turned to her father and asked, "Dad, where's my aunt?"

"I went shopping with your mom," Jiang Pengfei said, walking towards a cardboard box, still smiling. "What brings you here with Nansun today?"

Zhang Anren quickly explained, "Nan Sun said that my aunt's house is going to be converted into a bed and breakfast, so I drew a design plan, which is also part of my profession."

"Oh, great, great." Jiang Pengfei handed a bottle of sparkling water to Zhang Anren, then opened one for himself and took a sip.

"The most important thing when decorating a house is having a good designer. As a top student from a university in Shanghai, you'll definitely be able to achieve twice the results with half the effort!"

"Uncle, you flatter me. I'm glad I could help!"

  

Zhang Anren said modestly, then muttered to Jiang Nansun beside him, "I don't think your dad is as scary as you say."

Jiang Nansun just scoffed at this, thinking to himself: You only see the surface; you'll be crying later.

Sure enough, after Jiang Pengfei sat down, he got straight to the point: "Speaking of this house, do you own a house yourself?"

"Yes," Zhang Anren answered with pride, even though part of the down payment was sponsored by his parents.

Jiang Pengfei raised an eyebrow. "You own a house at such a young age? That's impressive. Did you design it yourself?"

"Yes, I designed them all myself."

"Good. So, are you planning to rent this house out or live in it yourself? By the way, where is it located?"

"I live here by myself, Uncle. The house is in Sanlin, Pudong."

"The outer ring road?" Jiang Pengfei was immediately disappointed, his tone full of disdain.

"Although your apartment is within the jurisdiction of Shanghai, it's just too far for me. Do you understand what I mean?"

For the old Shanghainese, especially the Jiang family who lived in a Western-style house on Fuxing Road, the outer ring road was the suburbs, the countryside, and they naturally looked down on it.

Zhang Anren didn't react immediately: "It is indeed a bit far, but taking the subway is convenient, and it's better than renting a house."

Jiang Pengfei was not satisfied with his answer, and even looked down on it:

"You're wrong to think that way. Commuting to get off work in the suburbs wastes too much energy and time."

I have a suggestion for you: sell your current apartment and buy a smaller one in the city center, closer to your workplace. It would be better than your current one.

He paused, burped, and continued, "Like my house, it's an old house, but we've lived here for decades, and it's wonderful."

Jiang Nansun couldn't stand it any longer and chimed in, "A house isn't like shoes; you can't just replace it whenever you want!"

Seeing this, Zhang Anren was afraid that she and Jiang Pengfei would quarrel, so he quickly said, "Uncle, I understand what you mean."

This is our first time meeting, and you may not know me yet.

I consider myself to be one of the more hardworking and ambitious people my age.

I know that Nan Sun is better than me in every way, and I will work hard towards that goal.

I assure you, I will definitely treat Nan Sun well, and our future will be happier than anyone else's...

"Alright, stop with the slogans, they're all empty words. I want real results!" Jiang Pengfei raised his hand to interrupt him, his eyes full of disdain.

Jiang Nansun quickly went over and grabbed Zhang Anren: "Narrow-minded! I live on Fuxing Road and I don't feel much happiness there!"

"Living on Fuxing Road doesn't necessarily make you happy, but living so far away definitely makes you unhappy."

This isn't about whether the house is expensive or not, or simply about how much money you have; it's about the difference in your life experiences!

"Uncle, I know that Nansun is a pampered girl. I will definitely take good care of her in the future and never let her suffer any grievances."

"Stop with the empty slogans, I want something concrete, something real, tangible, you understand?"

Hearing her father say this, Jiang Nansun pulled Zhang Anren and tried to leave:

"Zhang Anren, let's go, ignore him. What's the point of all this talk about real or fake money? It all boils down to whether he has money or not."

"Isn't that right!"

Jiang Pengfei asked a question in return, but seeing that his daughter ignored him and continued walking towards the stairs, he changed the subject and said:

"Alright, that's enough. But Nan Sun, Xiao Zhang can leave, but you have to stay!"

"No, I want to take Zhang Anren back to school first, then I'll go home myself!"

"Nonsense! Your aunt is leaving in a few days. She specially invited our whole family to dinner tonight. What kind of atmosphere would it be if you weren't there!"

Hearing this, Zhang Anren was unhappy, but he didn't show it on his face. He immediately pulled Jiang Nansun aside and whispered, "Nansun, don't make your uncle angry."

Since your aunt won't be staying for more than a few days, why don't you stay and have a meal with her?

I'll go first; you can give these drawings to her for me.

After saying that, he handed the bag of blueprints to Jiang Nansun, then turned to go downstairs.

Seeing her boyfriend being wronged, Jiang Nansun angrily looked at her father:

"Whether I eat or not is not important. I'll say goodbye to my aunt separately another day."

"How can that be? Your aunt hasn't come back for several years, and she has a lot of things to take care of. If we have this meal, it may be a long time before we see her again."

"Nan Sun, your uncle is right. You can stay. If there are any problems with the drawings, just call me and I'll revise them."

As Zhang Anren spoke, he turned and bowed again, "Goodbye, Uncle. I'll visit you again when I have time."

Jiang Pengfei nodded: "Okay, the subway is 200 meters to the left after you go out, so I won't see you off."

Hearing this made Jiang Nansun even more furious. Her father's words were so hurtful, it was as if he had his contempt written all over his face.

Jiang Pengfei, however, didn't see anything wrong with it. He watched Zhang Anren come downstairs, then pulled Jiang Nansun aside and asked:

"How's it going with the appointment I asked you to make with Teacher Han? What did he say? Do you want to come over for dinner?"

Jiang Nansun shook off her father's hand, her tone clearly impatient:

"You said your aunt invited our whole family to dinner, so why did Teacher Han come?"

Besides, he's not even close to his aunt. Don't you find it strange that you insist on bringing him home?

"You're overthinking things. What's so strange about it?" Jiang Pengfei waved his hand dismissively and smiled.

Your aunt has also made quite a few investments abroad, and Teacher Han is an expert in the field, so he can give you some advice.

Besides, people strive for higher positions, just as water flows downhill. Interacting with people more accomplished than yourself helps you become better. He's young and promising; he's far superior to that Zhang Anren.

"Dad!" Jiang Nansun raised his voice, "Did you do this on purpose? You knew Zhang Anren was coming all along, and you deliberately waited here to humiliate him?"

Jiang Pengfei's smile gradually faded, and his eyes sharpened: "I humiliated him? I'm just letting you see reality!"

You grew up on Fuxing Road, living a life of luxury. What kind of future can he offer you?

"He can give me love, respect, and an equal relationship!"

Jiang Nansun's eyes reddened. "Unlike some people, whose minds are only filled with money and face!"

Jiang Pengfei stood up in anger, about to lash out, when Jiang Nansun interrupted him again:

"I've made up my mind about Zhang Anren, and I'm going to be with him!"

Jiang Pengfei's face darkened, and his voice turned cold: "Jiang Nansun, I spent so much money to support your studies, is this all you've ever seen?"

I give you the best of everything, and I've worked so hard to raise you to be so outstanding. What is it all for?

I'm not asking you to go and live a miserable life with someone who even bought a house in the suburbs!

"So what if it's in the suburbs? He's hardworking, ambitious, and good to me. Isn't that enough?"

Jiang Nansun stared intently at her father. "Isn't all you care about money and houses? Can feelings be measured by those things?"

Jiang Pengfei was speechless for a moment after being rebuked by his daughter. After catching his breath, he said, "I don't want to argue with you. Let your aunt come back and let her be the judge."

Your aunt has traveled all over the country for so many years, she has the best eye for people. If she also thinks that kid is good enough, I have nothing to say.

No sooner had she finished speaking than laughter and chatter came from downstairs. Then, Daisy and Jiang Nansun's mother, Dai Yin, walked in carrying large and small bags.

Daisy was slightly taken aback when she saw the father and daughter locked in a tense standoff in the living room:

"Oh, what's wrong? Nansun, you look so pale. Who upset you?"

Jiang Nansun bit her lip and didn't say anything. She even turned her head to the side, looking angry at her father, Jiang Pengfei.

Jiang Pengfei spoke first: "Who else could it be? Your good niece couldn't think straight!"

I found a boyfriend who lives in Sanlin, Pudong. I told him a few things honestly, and he got upset.

She treats her like a treasure every day. We're both teachers at the same school, but look at what our neighbor, Teacher Han, is like.

"This young man made a fortune through his investments and even bought the old house next door to us..."