Chapter Ninety-Two: Returning to the Old Home Again (2)

After a moment’s thought, though, another idea suddenly lit up in Qin Nuanxin’s mind. Once her brother-in-law left, wouldn’t his Ferrari end up in her hands? Heh heh heh. Anyway, her brother-in-law was so rich. If she took it for a spin, he probably wouldn’t say anything.

The Ferrari key was still at the hotel, heh heh heh.

But just as this thought rose in her heart, her parents were already discussing it on the other side.

“Now that Xiao Fan has left, those fans of his probably won’t come bother our family anymore. We can go back and check out of the hotel.”

“Right, and Xiao Fan’s Ferrari—we have to keep it safe for him. Next time he brings Nuanyu back, he’ll definitely want to drive it again.”

Qin Nuanxin’s eyes rolled, and she immediately raised her hand.

“Dad, Mom, how about this: I’ll handle the checkout, and I’ll take Brother-in-law’s car home on the way. You two have been tired these past two days too, so just go straight home and rest. Leave the hard work to me.”

Qin’s mother glanced at her and said, annoyed, “You think we don’t know what little scheme you’re up to? Don’t even think about it. That Ferrari belongs to your brother-in-law. No one can touch it except him. Especially you, you little spendthrift—once you got your hands on it, your tail would be up in the sky.”

Qin Nuanxin pouted.

“I’ve never driven a Ferrari in my life. Dad, Mom, just let me drive it once.”

“Enough. If you want to drive a Ferrari, buy one yourself. Aren’t you going to be a streamer? Then make your own money by streaming.”

“Exactly. For a disobedient little girl like you, we can’t keep spoiling you.”

“…”

Qin Nuanxin now increasingly felt that she must not be their biological daughter.

…

Naturally, Yang Xiaofan knew nothing of this. He drove Qin Nuanyu all the way at full speed.

In these past two days, the holiday travel rush had already passed its peak, and the highway was clear and unobstructed. Yang Xiaofan reached home in just half a day, arriving before noon.

And as the car drew nearer and nearer to Yang Xiaofan’s hometown, Qin Nuanyu grew more and more nervous.

When the car left the highway, Qin Nuanyu gripped the hem of her dress tightly with both hands, even her breathing turning somewhat quick and shallow.

Noticing the change in her, Yang Xiaofan reached over and laid his hand on her small one, offering a reassuring smile.

“Don’t be nervous. My parents both have very good temperaments, and I’m sure they’ll like you.”

Qin Nuanyu nodded, feeling a little better, but there was still a deep lack of confidence in her eyes.

After all, this was her first time meeting Yang Xiaofan’s parents.

Her heart was truly tense to the extreme.

Once they entered the county, the road became much shorter. Yang Xiaofan’s village was only a little more than ten li from the highway, and in the car, that was nothing at all.

The car soon entered the village. This time, when passing the village entrance, Yang Xiaofan did not drive as fast. Instead, he rolled down the window and greeted the villagers sitting in the small store at the entrance, playing mahjong.

“All gathered here?”

The people immediately stood up and greeted him with smiling faces.

“Xiao Fan’s back.”

Yang Xiaofan waved his hand repeatedly and said, “Go on with your game. No need to get up. I still have to head home first. Come sit at my place when you have time.”

“Alright, alright.”

The crowd smiled and returned his greeting, their attitude respectful to the utmost, with not the slightest hint of falseness.

Toward those whose wealth was only slightly greater than theirs, they might deliberately flatter them a little.

But toward Yang Xiaofan, whose wealth far surpassed theirs, they no longer felt the least trace of envy, because in this lifetime they would never come close to reaching his height.

At times like this, what remained for them toward Yang Xiaofan was only admiration.

Watching the car disappear in a flash, the villagers could not help but sigh with envy.

“Xiao Fan brought back another new car. What brand is it? It looks so big; it must be worth quite a bit, right?”

An old man with a grizzled beard rolled his eyes.

“What do you know? When it comes to cars, size does not determine the price. A truck is big enough, isn’t it? Yet it only costs a few hundred thousand, maybe a million at most. Xiao Fan’s Ferrari alone cost five or six million. This car definitely isn’t cheaper than a Ferrari.”

The little supermarket owner shook his head helplessly.

“Uncle Three, you’re wrong. Ordinary cars really may not be as expensive as a Ferrari. But this one definitely is no less impressive. It’s the only SUV made by Rolls-Royce, called a Cullinan. This model is much more expensive than Xiao Fan’s previous Ferrari. The bare car alone costs more than six million, and that’s not counting the options, taxes, and everything else needed to get it on the road. Without at least ten million, you can’t take this car home.”

“My heavens, a ten-million car! Has Xiao Fan gone mad? He bought a Ferrari 488 for six million, then a Rolls-Royce Cullinan for ten million, and on top of that the Mercedes he bought for Old Yang. Good heavens, their family has spent nearly twenty million just on cars! With that money, wouldn’t it be better to buy houses and rent them out? Cars only lose value. What a waste.”

The supermarket owner shook his head again.

“What are you all talking about? Think about it: if Xiao Fan can casually spend ten or twenty million on cars, how low could his assets possibly be? Several hundred million? Or even billions? For him, that amount of money is nothing more than a drop in the bucket. To put it bluntly, there might be gold hidden in the stool he shits out. Believe it or not?”

“Really? Didn’t Xiao Fan’s mother scatter the manure from their family’s cesspit over the fields yesterday afternoon as fertilizer? Wouldn’t that mean she scattered gold along with it?”

“I was only joking. No matter how rich Xiao Fan is, he isn’t stupid. Gold may be pretty, but it isn’t food. Is he really supposed to eat it?”

After a pause, he went on.

“Still, their family must have so much gold and treasure now that it can’t even be counted. I saw with my own eyes that Aunt Yang had a gold bracelet as thick as a finger on her wrist. It must have been bought by Xiao Fan. Their family is so rich now that if they were sweeping up trash, they might even sweep up some valuable things.”

The speaker had no such intent, but the listener took it to heart.

Just after the little shop owner finished speaking, a villager coughed and said, “It’s getting late. I should head home for dinner. I’m leaving first.”

“I’m going back too. I have to pick up my grandson from school.”

…

In the blink of an eye, most of them had dispersed, and the space in front of the supermarket was emptied at once.

The little shop owner scratched the back of his head.

“I was only joking. You didn’t need to react so strongly, did you?”

…

On Yang Xiaofan’s side, he had already arrived home. Since he had called ahead, the Yang family was basically all gathered there.

Yang father, Yang mother, Yang Xiaoyun, and Yang Xiaoqing were all wearing new clothes. There was even a layer of powder on Yang mother’s face, making her look a little comical. The four of them stood in a row at the doorway, their expressions solemn, as though they were preparing to receive some extraordinarily important guest.