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Fang Yu was making plans in his mind.

Anyway, the money is already in hand.

If I deny everything, what can you do but try to take it from me?

Just when he thought he was invincible and was ready to triumph,

The heavy cotton curtain was suddenly lifted.

Fang Daqiang walked in from outside with a cheerful smile, still clutching a half-stack of familiar hundred-yuan bills in his hand.

Fang Yu's smug smile instantly froze on his face.

As Fang Daqiang walked, he shook the banknotes in his hand and said earnestly.

"Son, why do you never learn your lesson?"

"You still like hiding money under your pillow."

After saying that, Fang Daqiang jogged over to Zhao Guifang's side in an extremely obsequious manner.

He held the half-stack of money in both hands and handed it over respectfully.

Zhao Guifang took the money, nodded in satisfaction, and casually put it into her pocket.

He watched as his secret stash of money was confiscated.

"Mom! This is outrageous!"

"That's the money I earned through blood and sweat, by begging and kowtowing!"

Fang Yu's defenses completely crumbled, and he bared his teeth and claws, ready to snatch it.

Zhao Guifang's eyes widened, exuding an aura of dominance.

"What? You want to have a go at your mom on the first day of the Lunar New Year?"

Fang Yu's hand froze in mid-air, and he abruptly changed the gesture of robbing money into scratching the back of his head.

Bloodline suppression—it's terrifying!

He turned to look at Fang Daqiang, trying to find a last bit of paternal support.

"Dad! You just stand by and watch Mom rob us in broad daylight!"

Fang Daqiang raised his head, looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, and whistled.

"The weather is really nice today. I'll go to the backyard and see if the pigs have been fed."

After saying that, he slipped away.

Fang Yu was completely dumbfounded. When did our family start raising pigs?!

Liu Yifei was laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

She clutched her stomach, her shoulders shaking, tears welling up in her eyes as she laughed.

Evil people will be punished by other evil people!

She finally discovered it in this house.

No matter how arrogant or deceptive Fang Yu is, he can't escape the palm of the Buddha.

Aunt Zhao is the true law of this family!

Zhao Guifang, with the money in her pocket, deliberately raised her voice and said loudly:

"Son, don't worry."

"Mom won't take this money from you for nothing."

"Mom will go to town later and open a separate bank account for you."

"When you get married in the future, Mom will give this money, with interest, as a bride price to your wife!"

When she mentioned the word "daughter-in-law," Zhao Guifang's eyes glanced at Liu Yifei almost imperceptibly.

Liu Yifei's laughter stopped abruptly.

Her face immediately turned red.

How did we end up back on this topic again?!

The elderly couple clearly still remembers the blunder of "bowing to each other" last night!

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

[Hahaha! Fang Ma's killer move!]

This is like throwing a meat bun to a dog—it's gone forever!

[Fang's Mom: I've taken the money, and I've reserved the daughter-in-law. The family's won so much!]

[Fairy Sister's expression: Did I get caught up in the drama myself?]

This mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship is already rock solid even before the marriage!

Fang Yu, devastated by the loss of his fortune, collapsed onto the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), utterly despondent.

"Destroy it, hurry up, this life is unbearable."

……

the other side.

In Hua Yu's live stream room.

The location is a top-tier villa district in Wuhan.

The morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year.

A nearly two-meter-tall North American holly plant sits in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window.

Several bunches of imported amaryllis were neatly arranged next to the bright red fruit.

The restaurant's decor was impeccable.

A five-meter-long minimalist marble dining table sits horizontally in the center.

Hua Yu was wearing a dark red haute couture modern Chinese Tang suit.

My hair was sprayed with hairspray and styled so that not a single stray hair was out of place.

Ju Jingyi, dressed in an exquisitely crafted red embroidered casual dress, sat gracefully beside him.

Hua Yu's elders and several relatives were seated around the dining table.

They were all dressed in haute couture and acted all high-class.

Steam rose from the purple clay stew pot on the table.

The dumplings are filled with black truffles and top-grade Wagyu beef.

In addition to the gold leaf shrimp dumplings, each person also had a bowl of bird's nest soup, which was equivalent to an average person's monthly salary.

Hua Yu's uncle picked up a hand-painted pastel teacup and parted the premium Da Hong Pao tea leaves floating on the surface of the water.

"Xiaoyu, the Monet water lilies painting that I bought at Sotheby's last month has already been shipped to my private winery in Bordeaux."

"For the stage design of your global tour this year, why not borrow from the Impressionist concept of light and shadow? Don't try to cater to the masses too much; pay attention to the artistic use of negative space."

Hua Yu adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and smiled with impeccable manners:

"Uncle is right."

"I've always believed that music and classical art are interconnected. I've already had my team contact the Louvre's independent curator for the visual concept of the new album."

The third uncle, sitting opposite, put down his silver spoon and picked up a pure white napkin to dab his mouth.

"Yes, that's right."

"As a top star, style is the most important thing."

"Recently, several high-end European luxury brands have been considering global brand ambassadors in Greater China. You need to be careful about your social circle and lifestyle."

"Never try to attract attention by associating yourself with those vulgar, low-class habits; that's beneath you."

Hua Yu nodded repeatedly, glancing meaningfully at the camera.

"My third uncle's lesson is that art has barriers, and I will always maintain this moat."

Then, Uncle San turned his gaze to Ju Jingyi, who was sitting on pins and needles to the side.

"Ms. Ju, I heard you've been looking into a few art-house films lately?"

"Actually, as an actor, you should go to independent film festivals like Cannes and Venice to experience the pure artistic atmosphere and purify your soul. Don't always act in those fast-food dramas that consume your inspiration and only cater to the lower-end market."

Ju Jingyi's hand holding the spoon stiffened slightly.

The porcelain spoon struck the rim of the bowl, making a crisp sound.

She gave a dry laugh, trying her best to maintain a proper expression.

"I...I will try to experience more art."

Uncle San nodded slightly, saying nothing more, but a hint of condescending indifference flashed in his eyes.

He turned his head and continued discussing vintage tasting of Burgundy red wines with Hua Yu's uncle.

Ju Jingyi lowered her head, gently holding the silk napkin in her hands.

She couldn't get a word in edgewise and could only maintain an extremely stiff, fake smile, serving as a soulless background figure.

At this moment, the chat room in Huayu's live stream was filled with complaints.

[Is this Chinese New Year? This looks more like a European Renaissance symposium!]

[This was suffocating! I watched the live stream from under the covers on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and it felt like I was taking a Western art appreciation class!]

[Eating black truffles and bird's nest soup early in the morning, and chatting about Monet and the Louvre—this high-society New Year is more tiring than my workday.]

[My heart aches for Ju Jingyi for a second; she was sitting there during the Lunar New Year, barely daring to breathe.]

[I'm outta here, I'm outta here. Staying in this lousy livestream for even a second longer would give me a heart attack.]

[I need to go see Fang Yu! I want to see Fang Yu and cleanse my eyes!]