I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

"And your car! What are you doing parked here? Can't you see it's blocking the way?"

She stretched out her hand, still covered in engine oil, and pointed to the brand-new, gleaming Rolls-Royce Phantom behind Su Tianhao, her brows furrowed tightly.

"I need to drive this harvester to that warehouse over there to unload the goods! Tell your driver to move the truck right now!"

"..."

All the lines and emotions Su Tianhao had prepared were instantly stuck in his throat.

He felt as if his heart had been pierced by his daughter's words, with seven or eight holes being stabbed in it and cold winds blowing in.

I...I'm blocking the way?

He looked at the combine harvester, which was even more imposing than an armored vehicle, and then at his own Phantom, which represented the pinnacle of wealth and status.

For a moment, he had an absurd illusion.

It was as if his own phantom was an untimely and obstructive intruder in front of this green steel behemoth.

"Qingqing!"

Su Tianhao's heart was breaking. He grabbed Su Qing's arm, his voice filled with suppressed anger and deep heartache.

"What happened to you?! Look at your body, your face!"

"Did that kid surnamed Jiang mistreat you?! Huh?!"

"Let's go! Come home with Dad! We're not staying in this awful place for another day!"

As he spoke, he tried to pull Su Qing towards the car.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Su Qing flung his hand away as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

She wiped the sweat from her face, only to leave an even more noticeable dark mark.

"Who abused me?"

Su Qing patted the huge tire next to her, her face beaming with genuine excitement.

"Dad, let me tell you, this thing is so much fun to drive! The visibility is amazing, the horsepower is powerful, and it can handle any rough road!"

"It's way more exciting than your beat-up Rolls-Royce!"

"A...a beat-up Rolls-Royce?"

Su Tianhao felt his blood pressure rising at a dangerous rate.

Just then.

A calm and unhurried voice came from the side.

"Oh, Uncle's here?"

Jiang Chen had already walked over without anyone noticing.

He was holding two bottles of cola, with fine water droplets still clinging to them.

When he saw Su Tianhao and that imposing convoy, there was not a trace of panic or obsequiousness on his face.

The feeling was like seeing an ordinary elder visiting relatives in the village.

Jiang Chen walked up to Su Tianhao, smiled, and handed him one of the bottles of cola.

"Have some water, uncle. It's quite hot today."

Su Tianhao's gaze swept over Jiang Chen from head to toe.

The young man in front of me was dressed in ordinary casual clothes, with a tall and straight figure and clear eyes.

Facing the richest man in the provincial capital, and facing a scene that would make any young person's legs go weak.

He showed absolutely no tension or awe whatsoever.

That composure, that calmness, was absolutely not feigned.

Su Tianhao nodded inwardly, but his expression remained as cold as ice.

He pushed away the cola Jiang Chen offered him, his voice deep and authoritative.

"I don't drink this kind of junk food."

"Young man, we need to talk."

Jiang Chen seemed to have anticipated that he would say that.

Jiang Chen shrugged, not caring at all.

He naturally withdrew his hand, skillfully unscrewed the bottle cap with a "rip," and handed the cola to Su Qing, who was extremely thirsty next to him.

"Give."

Su Qing took it and gulped down several large mouthfuls, then let out a satisfied burp.

Jiang Chen then turned his head, looked at Su Tianhao, and nodded.

"Okay, Uncle."

"Let's talk in my office."

……

The steel behemoth roared and started up again, slowly driving towards the distance.

Su Tianhao and his imposing convoy were left standing there, completely ignored.

The eight top-notch bodyguards in black looked at each other, their faces filled with bewilderment.

Having served the chairman for so many years, this was the first time they had ever witnessed such an outrageous scene.

The surrounding villagers finally dared to talk loudly.

"Hey, who's that old man? He looks really rich!"

"I heard he's the biological father of the Su family's daughter! He's probably here to take her back!"

"I think so! Look at his face, it's as black as the bottom of a pot!"

Second Aunt Sun Yumei pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds from somewhere, squatted by the roadside, cracked them open, and muttered to herself with schadenfreude.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is going to be good."

"One is a little mudfish from a poor mountain village, and the other is a great dragon from the provincial capital."

"What do you call this? This is called... a feud between wealthy families!"

Listening to the faint whispers around me, and looking into the distance, I saw my daughter and that brat chatting and laughing as they busied themselves together.

His heart was filled with mixed feelings, as sour as if a whole jar of vinegar from Shanxi had been overturned.