Chapter Forty-Four: That’s a Ferrari

When it came to Yang Xiaoqing, Mother Yang was far less polite than she was with Yang Xiaofan. She glared at her, her tone impatient.
“You’re acting up too? Have you done your homework properly at home?”
Yang Xiaoqing couldn’t help but feel frustrated, scratching her head hard.
“Mom! Why won’t you believe me? My brother really made a lot of money—he bought a Ferrari. You know what a Ferrari is, right? A car, six million.”
Mother Yang frowned slightly. She reached out to touch Yang Xiaoqing’s forehead, then her own, her face full of doubt.
“That’s strange, you don’t have a fever.”
Yang Xiaoqing was utterly speechless.
At that moment, she finally understood just how close Yang Xiaofan had come to losing his mind under her relentless questioning earlier.
Taking a deep breath, she turned to her mother.
“Mom! The car’s at the village committee office. If you don’t believe me, come and see for yourself.”
Mother Yang looked at Yang Xiaofan, half-convinced. Yang Xiaofan simply smiled and nodded.
“It’s true.”
Both Mother Yang and Xiaoyun felt their hearts skip a beat.
Could it really be this unbelievable?
A Ferrari?
Six million?
For people like them, living in a rural village, such things were as fantastical as a fairy tale.
It was almost impossible to imagine that one of their own—Yang Xiaofan—could afford something so extravagant.
Yet when they arrived at the village committee’s courtyard and saw the bright red Ferrari with their own eyes, they felt light-headed.
Mother Yang and Yang Xiaoqing reacted exactly the same way. The first thing they did was grab Yang Xiaofan’s hand anxiously.
“Xiaofan, did you rob someone? That’s a crime, you know! You’ll go to jail!”
Yang Xiaofan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Mom, don’t worry. My money isn’t stolen or robbed. I earned it all legally. I’ll explain everything once we get home.”
“All right.”
Just as the family was about to head home, a white Buick Excelle drove into the courtyard.
Xiaoqing’s eyes were sharp—she pointed immediately.
“Brother, that’s Second Aunt’s car.”
Second Aunt and her family had clearly noticed them as well. They stopped the car and stepped out.
Second Aunt, whose figure was as plump as a pig’s, made a show of swaying her hips as she walked, as if imitating a model from television.

“Isn’t this Xiaofan? Home for the Mid-Autumn Festival?”
Yang Xiaofan’s smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“Yes, home for the festival.”
“That’s good. Your family’s about to start planting, you should help your parents in the fields and lighten their burden.”
On the surface, she sounded concerned for Yang Xiaofan’s parents, using her status as an elder to offer advice.
But in reality, her words implied that Yang Xiaofan was just a poor farmhand.
After all, Second Aunt never made her own son do any farm work.
Yang Xiaofan slipped one hand into his pocket and smiled coolly.
“No need to trouble yourself with our family’s affairs, Second Aunt. But as for you, at your age, shouldn’t you let Jiachen help you out in the fields?”
“How could that be? Jiachen has to focus on his studies—he’s going to take the entrance exam for Peking University. He can’t be doing hard labor.”
Yang Xiaoqing snapped, irritation clear in her voice.
“Your son hasn’t even gotten into college yet, so why can’t he do any work? My brother is already a university student—a double first-class 211 and 985 university, way better than your son, yet he still has to work?”
“Hey! Mind your manners, child!”
Mother Yang quickly gave Yang Xiaoqing a pat and forced a smile at Second Aunt.
“Don’t mind her, she’s still young and doesn’t know how to talk properly. She means no harm.”
Second Aunt raised her chin arrogantly and scoffed.
“Sister-in-law, you really spoil these kids too much. Just look at Xiaoqing, what a handful she’s become—never showing proper respect.”
“And besides, what’s your family’s situation compared to ours? Even if Jiachen never works a day in his life, he’ll never lack for anything. Can your family say the same? I was only thinking of you, but she doesn’t appreciate it.”
Behind Second Aunt, Jiachen looked embarrassed. Having received a good education, he was nothing like his mother—sharp-tongued and snobbish.
He tugged at his mother’s sleeve.
“Mom, let’s drop it. We’re all relatives—no need for this.”
He turned to Yang Xiaofan and apologized.
“Cousin, don’t mind her. She didn’t mean anything by it.”
Yang Xiaofan shrugged.
“It’s fine. I’m used to it. You go on—we’re heading home.”
He pulled out his keys and unlocked the Ferrari.
Jiachen’s pupils constricted instantly.
He’d noticed the Ferrari as soon as he entered the courtyard, but he’d assumed it belonged to some rich outsider. He never imagined it was Yang Xiaofan’s.
“Cou…Cousin, this car…is it yours?”

Yang Xiaofan nodded.
“Just bought it.”
“You bought a car!”
Second Aunt, seeing this, perked up and walked over to pat the Ferrari’s hood.
“Why is this car so small? Only two seats—looks like a motorcycle. What brand is it? How much did it cost?”
Yang Xiaoqing immediately stepped forward and knocked her hand away.
“Don’t touch it. If you scratch the paint, can you afford to pay for it?”
“Hey! You brat, I drive a Buick—are you saying I can’t afford your car? I’ll touch it if I want.”
She slapped the car again twice. Jiachen’s heart nearly skipped a beat.
Before Yang Xiaoqing could get angry, he’d already rushed over to pull his mother away.
“Mom, don’t touch it! Are you crazy?”
He quickly offered a polite smile to Yang Xiaofan.
“Cousin, you go on ahead. My mom doesn’t know anything about cars—please don’t take it to heart.”
Yang Xiaofan nodded. He had a good impression of Jiachen, who was always kind and modest.
Sometimes, he even wondered if Jiachen had been switched at birth in the hospital.
Second Aunt was still chattering incessantly, but out of respect for Jiachen, Yang Xiaofan ignored her.
Frankly, he couldn’t be bothered to argue—what was the point?
He got into the car, letting Xiaoyun and Xiaoqing squeeze into the passenger seat.
His mother rode her tricycle home, since the 488 only had two seats.
The family left, talking and laughing together.
Second Aunt kept complaining.
“What’s there to be so proud of? It’s just a lousy car. Doesn’t even have a brand—what’s so great about it?”
“Mom! Haven’t you said enough?”
Jiachen couldn’t stand it anymore and snapped.
“Do you even know what kind of car that is? That’s a Ferrari! A Ferrari!”