I have few friends, but many childhood sweethearts.

Chapter 194. Your son is a billionaire!
The Yao family was very busy all afternoon.

Besides their family, Aunt Song Zhujun and her family will also be having their New Year's Eve dinner tonight.

To show their respect for their in-laws, the whole family started getting busy from 1 p.m. Even Xu Qingfan, who was setting off firecrackers to blow up the dog bowl at the door, was called back to wash and prepare vegetables.

Looking at the group of people inside the house who were happily preparing the dishes, Xu Qingfan suddenly understood where the festive atmosphere of the New Year came from.

A rich and vibrant New Year's atmosphere requires, first and foremost, a group of people like my grandparents who give selflessly and without complaint; secondly, and most importantly, a group of people who are worthy of their sacrifices.

As for why the festive atmosphere of the New Year has faded over time, it's probably because there are fewer and fewer people worth selflessly giving to.

Around 4 p.m., my uncle and father-in-law drove to Shahe Village and picked up my aunt's whole family to come home for New Year's Eve dinner.

Xu Qingfan missed picking up the bride on his wedding day and had never been to Shahe Village before, so he also came along in the passenger seat.

When a BMW and a Crown drove into the village at the same time, it certainly attracted a lot of lively gossip from the villagers.

After parking the car, the eldest uncle personally went to the passenger side to open the car door for Song Zhujun, and then put his arm around his aunt's waist as they walked on the cement road back to the village, which really attracted the attention of countless people.

The villagers had long heard of this well-known entrepreneur. Many of the gossipy women used to make sarcastic remarks about the old man and the young woman, but after Yao Jianjun got married, he seemed to age in reverse. The two looked perfectly matched, and it was no longer up to these gossipy women to object.

"Big bosses are different, smoking such good cigarettes!"

"Huazi is awesome!"

"I don't usually smoke much, I only took it out when I got back to Zhu Zi's house." Yao Jianjun waved his hand with a smile, and after offering cigarettes to everyone, he and Xu's father took turns leaving with a smile.

Xu Qingfan followed behind and saw his aunt secretly twist Yao Jianjun's waist. He couldn't help but get goosebumps again.

[Hiss~ Bamboo, how could Uncle call me that!] He couldn't help but reflect on himself. If he had learned more from Yao Jianjun in his previous life, perhaps he wouldn't have remained a novice until his death.

My aunt's living conditions are not bad for the village; she lives in a three-story self-built house.

Xu Qingfan followed behind and entered the door. The whole family was already seated in the living room, ready to welcome the new son-in-law.

As soon as he entered the house, he was stumped by a century-old question: [What are my aunt's parents' names? What are my aunt's brother's names? What are my aunt's younger brother's names? They didn't even teach me that on the rocking horse!]
"Uh... Hello everyone." Xu Qingfan nodded slightly, smiling awkwardly but politely.

However, it was clear that the adults in the room were not focused on him. They casually said, "This is Xiao Fan. As expected, the nephew resembles the uncle," and then ignored him.

Xu Qingfan enjoyed the leisurely time, his gaze drawn to the certificates of merit plastered on the wall, as well as his aunt's undergraduate graduation photo from her youth.

[Zhongkai University of Agriculture and Technology, I think it's a second-tier university, how come he was able to get a PhD there? My aunt is really amazing!] Xu Qingfan was involved in the scientific research circle in his previous life, so he knows this very well.

When many top universities recruit graduate students, if the applicant's undergraduate degree is not from a traditional prestigious university, then nine times out of ten the professors will deliberately lower their scores during the interview process.

Even some second-tier universities will deliberately lower the scores on the written test in order to squeeze in more transfer slots for students from prestigious universities.

Of course, this is understandable. As a senior professor in my college once said, he recruited two graduate students with the same written test scores. One was from an ordinary second-tier university, and the other was from a 985 university. When he assigned them a project, the former was able to complete it step by step according to the professor's requirements, while the latter would add his own ideas on top of that.

Having digressed a bit, Xu Qingfan withdrew his gaze, finally fixing it on the group of people conversing inside the room.

"Hey, do you know who the scoundrel's cousin is?" A little kid of seven or eight years old suddenly struck up a conversation with him.

"I don't know, who is it?" Xu Qingfan was bored anyway, so he just gave him a perfunctory answer.

The Adventures of Little Carp is an animated series from several years ago; he probably doesn't remember the plot at all.

“It’s a giant ray!” the child answered proudly.

"Oh." Xu Qingfan nodded.

"Do you know why the scoundrel ate his cousin?" the kid asked again.

Xu Qingfan ignored him and listened to the adults' conversation inside the room. As a result, the child persisted, grabbing his clothes and shouting, "Tell me, tell me! Do you know why that scoundrel snake ate his cousin?"

"Song Bingxiong, do you have any manners!" The next second, a feather duster landed on his bottom, and the child named Song Bingxiong was scolded on the spot by his mother.

"I'm sorry, this brat has never been able to sit still since he was little." The woman smiled apologetically at Xu Qingfan while spanking her son's bottom with a feather duster.

Xu Qingfan dared not put on airs and immediately stood up, waving his hand and saying, "Auntie, it's alright. It's good for children to be active and smart. My mom always says I can't sit still."

"Auntie, my mom hit me, waaaaah~"

"Serves you right! Who told you to get zero on every final exam? Your brother Fan always gets first place in the grade!" Song Zhujun lectured sternly.

The child suddenly felt unloved; even his aunt, who usually doted on him, wouldn't speak up for him. He turned and glared at Xu Qingfan, thinking to himself: [He doesn't even know who his rascal cousin is, and he's been reading shit!]
After being the "child of someone else's family" once again, the large group finally finished their lively conversation and headed over for their New Year's Eve dinner.

"No need for gifts, I have everything I need."

"We may not lack anything, but our heartfelt sentiments are essential!"

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It was past five o'clock when the two cars returned to Chuxi Village. Before they even stepped inside, they could smell the aroma of food. When they got home, they were surprised to find that there were guests in the house.

"Aunt and Uncle, what brings you here?" Yao Jianjun asked.

"What are you saying? Can't my aunt come to have the reunion dinner on New Year's Eve?"

The visitors were his maternal grandfather's sister, her husband, and two sons. To be honest, Xu Qingfan's blood relationship with them went beyond three generations, and he didn't really know what to call them.

"Happy Lunar New Year's Eve, everyone." Xu Qingfan replied casually before going into the kitchen to watch his mother cook.

"You're back!" Yao Jinping said, getting up to greet the guests as her son returned. "You cook, I'll go outside and greet the guests!"

Xu Qingfan:
"Okay." He glanced at the squid and cabbage being stir-fried in the pot. After the cabbage softened, he added the half-cooked squid back in, added salt, stir-fried it evenly, and then took it out of the pot.

"Grandma, I have a question for you." Xu Qingfan said as his grandmother was frying meatballs at the stove next door.

"Huh?" Lai Manyao looked up at her grandson.

What should I call my aunt's brother?

"Um," Grandma said, clearly this age-old problem had also stumped her. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Just call him Uncle or Grandpa directly."

"What's your mother-in-law's name? And what's your uncle's aunt's name?" Xu Qingfan asked again.

"What uncle's aunt? That's your cousin's mother-in-law!" Grandma glared at Xu Qingfan in annoyance.

"Oh, I get it. So, the husband of my aunt's mother-in-law is called my aunt's father-in-law, and the son of my aunt's mother-in-law is called my aunt's son!" he said, drawing inferences from one instance to another.

Lai Manyao's hand trembled as she kneaded the meatballs, and she said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "You can only say such things when you're not around. What aunt? That's your uncle!"

Xu Qingfan:
[Looks like I'll just give up and just say "may everyone be well" to get by.]
Not long after, a large group of women who had been chatting in the living room entered the kitchen and took over Xu Qingfan's cooking duties.

The New Year's Eve dinner started promptly at 7 p.m. Because my uncle's aunt's family was also present, two tables were set up for dinner. One table was for the men who were drinking, while Xu Qingfan and Song Bingxiong sat at the other table with a large group of women.

Perhaps it was something the woman outside was talking about while Xu Qingfan was cooking in the kitchen, but the atmosphere at their table was a bit strange during the meal. Everyone ate in silence, and even the lively and active little boy didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements.

“This villa is so grand. Brother and sister-in-law, you can enjoy your retirement. Unlike me, my second son is so old and I still have to worry about his marriage.” My aunt suddenly said this while eating.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings." As the saying goes, one cannot hit a smiling face, Grandma replied with a smile.

"That's true, but it's only because Ah Jun is successful that he became a factory manager and built such a beautiful villa especially for his wife. You'd better take good care of your in-laws in the future, otherwise you'll waste such a nice house."

Xu Qingfan was speechless. Seeing the somewhat unnatural expressions on the faces of the Song family members, he immediately tried to smooth things over, saying, "Auntie, don't listen to her nonsense. The house was going to be built anyway. It just so happens that Uncle and Auntie met, got to know each other, fell in love, and stayed together while the house was being built. What do you call that? You call it good things coming in pairs!" "Hahaha!"

"Xiao Fan is right!"

"Yes, yes, yes, good things come in pairs, haha!"

Yao Jinping felt very proud. She didn't show it on her face, but she was overjoyed inside. She didn't say anything, but put a big chicken leg in Xu Qingfan's bowl, indicating that he should talk more since he was so talkative.

"As the saying goes, 'Let's raise a glass and chat to bid farewell to the old year, and the greatest joy in life is reunion.' Let me start by offering my humble opinion: I wish everyone a healthy, peaceful, and joyful new year!"

"it is good!"

“I’m coming too.”

After Xu Qingfan's interruption, the atmosphere in the room finally became lively, with some people drinking and others chatting.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, my aunt and uncle's family chatted for a bit before quickly leaving my grandfather's house on their motorcycle.

Xu Qingfan had a gut feeling that there was some gossip to hear, so he suppressed his interest in setting off fireworks and building earthen kilns and sat down next to his mother to watch her play mahjong.

"Keep the three of bamboo! You can make two eyes with 2, 3, 4, and 5 to win!" Seeing Yao Jinping about to throw away the three of bamboo he had just drawn, he quickly stopped him.

No wonder my mom always loses more than she wins at mahjong. After watching for a while, Xu Qingfan realized that she was both bad at the game and loved to play.

"You have no manners!" Yao Jinping raised her hand and tapped her son on the head, but after thinking about it, she realized he had a point and kept the three of bamboo, playing the east wind that was originally a single wait.

"Bang!" As a result, Song Zhujun at the opposite table had three East Winds.

"Get away from me, don't bother me!"

"Hahaha!"

Xu Qingfan curled his lip: "Maybe you'll win in the next round. You could save up an East Wind and never win in your entire life!"

When it was Yao Jinping's turn to draw cards again, he reached out and picked up two circles. He knew he had won this hand.

"I won!" He flipped the two of bamboo onto the table and triumphantly reached for the six horses.

"Two sixes, south, get rich too! Four horses, give me the money!" Xu Qingfan reached out for money. They were playing ten-yuan mahjong. For each horse, they would receive an extra ten yuan. Four horses meant each player would win fifty yuan.

"Haha, Xiao Fan is amazing! He won it all back in one go!"

"Ah Ping, I think you should let Xiao Fan beat you up. You can stay on the sidelines and learn some techniques!"

The adults were laughing and joking. Yao Jinping glared at her own brat. Although she didn't give up her seat, the rest of the mahjong game had already turned into an automated mode.

"I don't know what that aunt was thinking. She actually had the nerve to ask my brother to give the factory manager position to his son so he could get a wife. I think she should just give him the house and the car. That would be even easier!"

After lingering at the mahjong table for a long time, Xu Qingfan finally heard the gossip he wanted to hear.

[That's how relationships are; no wonder the atmosphere was a bit strange during dinner.]
He originally thought that such awful relatives only existed in online jokes, but he never expected to have one in his own life!

"Ugh~" Song Zhujun was about to speak up to smooth things over when she suddenly felt unwell and started gagging.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Did you catch a cold? The temperature has dropped sharply recently."

The mahjong game was immediately put on hold, and the adults in the room gathered around Song Zhujun with concern.

"Could she be pregnant?" Xu Qingfan blinked and suddenly interjected.

His words were like a bomb dropped on a calm lake, instantly creating a huge uproar in the room.

The men who were outside warming themselves by the fire and chatting came in, and after hearing the news, they joined in the chaos.

"Honey, have you had your period this month?"

When questioned by her own mother in front of a large room of people, Song Zhujun immediately became shy. After thinking for a moment, she shook her head awkwardly.

Then the living room erupted in even greater commotion, with my maternal grandparents shedding tears of joy, and my eldest uncle talking excitedly to himself, just like Fan Jin after passing the imperial examination.

Finally, after going through great lengths to drive to a renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctor to take her pulse, the doctor said, "Congratulations! Her pulse is perfectly round and smooth, it's a pregnancy pulse!"

After receiving an affirmative answer, everyone beamed and surrounded Song Zhujun. Her eldest uncle even shamelessly pressed his head against his aunt's belly, saying, "Can the baby hear me? It's Daddy!"

After sending off the old Chinese medicine doctor with a generous red envelope, everyone in the house lost their enthusiasm for fun and sat in the living room, enjoying the bright future ahead.

Xu Qingfan stood in a corner of the room, watching the happy and warm scene inside. He was still very happy because he had changed everything after his rebirth, even though no one knew it.

"Honey, can you take time off from your job at school? Chemicals are bad for the fetus!" When it comes to Song Zhujun's important career, it's best for her mother to speak up herself.

"Is the first few months okay?" Song Zhujun hesitated. She had signed a three-year contract with the school, and if her pregnancy delayed her research, she might not be able to meet the school's requirements after returning to work.

Unlike primary and secondary school teachers, university teachers in the past few years have mostly signed contract jobs. Only by rising through the ranks to become a professor can one have the opportunity to obtain a permanent employment contract.

"How can it not matter? The first few months are the most crucial. You don't know unless you've had a baby!"

"Yes, brother and sister-in-law."

Seeing Song Zhujun's dilemma, Xu Qingfan thought for a moment and then said, "Aunt, why don't you quit your job at the school? Uncle's factory also needs to increase investment in the laboratory, otherwise it's not sustainable to always buy foreign technology."

"Do you think you own the factory?" Yao Jinping glared at him, annoyed.

"That's right, Xiao Fan. Although I am the factory manager, I am only responsible for managing the daily operation of the farm. All decision-making power must be approved by Manager Zhong."

"Hehe~" Xu Qingfan chuckled, "Mom, you're right. Haowei Duck Neck is owned by your son, and I'm actually a billionaire!" Since everyone in the room was his closest relatives, Xu Qingfan didn't have to worry about flaunting his wealth and spoke the truth.

"boring."

"There are fireworks outside, Xiao Fan, why don't you take Xiong Zai and go play with them?"

However, no one in the house paid any attention to him.

Xu Qingfan:
"Hey! I really own Haowei Duck Neck, I own over 30% of the shares!"

"Hmm."

"Yes Yes Yes."

"Yeah."

[So tired!] Xu Qingfan felt helpless looking at the adults who treated him like a child.

He hates this era without Tianyancha (a Chinese surveillance website), to the point that he can't even properly put on a show anymore!

Xu Qingfan originally wanted to call Zhong Wenqing to confirm, but after thinking about it, he realized it was unnecessary. He could just mention it to her when the time came. Once the offer was in Song Zhujun's hands, she could decide for herself whether to choose family or career.

I thought I could finally put on a good show, but I ended up being even more stiff than my roommate who had been dead for three days.

Xu Qingfan embraced the yellow dog Bai Mian, who was tied up at the door, raised his cup to invite the bright moon, and the three of them became a shadow.

(End of this chapter)