It's just that they have money.

After driving for nearly three hours, we got off the highway, drove for another twenty minutes on a provincial road, and finally turned onto a country road lined with rapeseed fields on both sides.

Fang Chen slowed down the car and rolled down the window.

The air smelled of soil and grass, along with a faint fragrance of rapeseed flowers.

Vast fields of rapeseed flowers, a golden sea of ​​blossoms undulating in the breeze.

The car quickly turned onto a cement road and stopped in front of a two-story self-built house.

The front door was open, but no one was in the main room.

Fang Chen turned off the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt, and remained seated in the driver's seat without moving.

Suddenly, I felt a little nervous as I looked through the small door leading to the backyard.

The resignation, the lottery win, the car and house purchases—all of these need to be settled today.

He took a deep breath, opened the car door, and walked straight to the backyard.

"Dad, Mom, let's add an extra dish tonight."

In the courtyard, Fang Chen's parents were cleaning a fish and washing vegetables, respectively. They looked up when they heard the noise and then suddenly stood up.

Fang Yuan strode over, looked him up and down several times, and then patted him on the shoulder with a light touch.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" Fang Yuan's voice trembled slightly, but his face was full of smiles. "Your mom was just talking about you, saying you hadn't called in a long time."

"Didn't we just play?"

"You call that hitting someone?" Fang Yuan glared at him, but couldn't hide the amusement in his eyes.

"You silly boy." Xiang Pingping stepped forward, raising her hand to pat him, but in the end only straightened Fang Chen's clothes. "Have you eaten yet?"

"I told you to order another dish, I'm starving."

"Okay, Mom will go pick some more rapeseed shoots from the field."

Xiang Pingping turned and walked out, but after taking a couple of steps, she turned back and looked at Fang Chen: "Why did you come back?"

"Drive! The car's parked at the entrance."

Xiang Pingping walked to the door and looked outside, then froze.

A black Mercedes-Benz G-Class was parked on the side of the road, its body gleaming heavily in the setting sun, standing out starkly from its surroundings.

"Is this the car you bought?" Xiang Pingping's voice was clearly uncertain.

"Yes, I just bought it," Fang Chen said. "I'll tell you all about it in a bit."

Xiang Pingping looked at the car, then at her son, opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing and turned to go to the vegetable garden.

Fang Yuan didn't pay much attention to the car. He pulled Fang Chen into the main room, poured him a cup of tea, and then sat opposite him, keeping his eyes fixed on him.

"Speak," Fang Yuan said calmly, "What happened?"

Fang Chen picked up his teacup, took a sip, put it down, and then looked into his father's eyes.

"I resigned."

Fang Yuan remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"Then I won the lottery."

Only the ticking of the grandfather clock remained in the main room.

Fang Yuan's expression changed from calm to doubt, and then from doubt to something indescribable, as if he was trying to determine whether his son was joking.

"How much did you win?" he asked.

"I won more than once, totaling over 30 million."

Fang Yuan remained silent for a long time.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then put it down.

"You've never lied to your parents since you were little," Fang Yuan said solemnly. "Not this time either?"

"I'm not lying."

Fang Yuan nodded, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

"You've always been a good kid, and Dad believes in you. But you must guard this money carefully and not get carried away just because you have a little bit of money."

Fang Chen nodded and showed his father the balance on his phone.

Fang Yuan lit a cigarette, took the phone, and stared at the balance on the screen for a long time before asking, "So what are you planning to do from now on? Quit your job?"

"I'm going to do it, but not in the same way as before. I want to start my own business. I haven't completely decided on what exactly, but I have a direction. Don't worry, Dad, I'm not the kind of person who would squander money."

Fang Yuan glanced at him, his lips twitching slightly as if he was trying to suppress a laugh.

"You've always been sensible," he said. "I'm not worried about that."

Fang Chen grinned.

Which man doesn't want his father's approval?

Even just a small compliment.

Fang Yuan stood up, walked to the door, and looked at the G-Class in the yard.

"How much did you pay for it?" he asked.

"More than a million."

Fang Yuan took a drag of his cigarette but didn't say anything.

"Dad, if you're feeling positive, take Mom for a drive and visit some relatives tomorrow."

Fang Yuan glanced back at him and snorted, "Why would I drive that thing? It's just burning oil."

But the curve of his lips widened a little more.

"How about I get you a tram sometime?"

"Can."

Fang Yuan couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

The family of three had a simple dinner: braised fish, stir-fried rapeseed, pork rib and lotus root soup, and a large bowl of steamed eggs.

Xiang Pingping kept piling food into Fang Chen's bowl, until the bowl was overflowing with food.

"Mom, that's enough, that's enough. I'm not a guest."

"Since I started college, you've been more precious than a guest," Xiang Pingping said, placing another piece of fish into his bowl.

Halfway through the meal, the sound of a motorcycle came from outside the gate, and then someone called out from the gate, "Uncle, whose car is parked in front of your house?"

Fang Yuan put down the bowl and went outside.

Fang Chen recognized the voice and frowned slightly.

Wu Zhichao, a neighbor he grew up with, is two months younger than him.

This guy didn't go to school after graduating from junior high school. He spent a few years working outside, doing factory work, sales, and intermediary jobs, but he didn't stay in any of them for long.

In the last two years, I simply stopped working and stayed in my hometown, spending my days playing cards and wasting time with a few idle people in town.

Fang Yuan's voice came from the courtyard: "Fang Chen, he's back."

"Brother Chen is back?" The voice suddenly rose an octave. "I have to see!"

The footsteps grew closer, and Wu Zhichao appeared at the door with a deliberately enthusiastic expression on his face.

"Brother Chen! Long time no see!" He walked in, plopped down in the chair next to Fang Chen, his eyes scanning the table before settling on Fang Chen. "I heard you made a fortune?"

Fang Chen put down his chopsticks and looked at him: "Who said that?"

"The car's already parked at the door, do I need to tell anyone?" Wu Zhichao chuckled twice, patted Fang Chen on the shoulder, and said, "Brother Chen, don't forget your brothers now that you've made it big."

Xiang Pingping's expression wasn't very pleasant, but out of politeness, she still asked, "Has Chaozi eaten? Would you like another pair of chopsticks?"

"I've eaten, I've eaten, Aunt Fang, don't bother." Wu Zhichao waved his hand, his eyes never leaving Fang Chen. "Brother Chen, your car must be worth over a million, right?"

"More or less," Fang Chen said calmly.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Wu Zhichao clicked his tongue a few times, leaned back, crossed his legs, and said, "Brother Chen, what big deal are you up to? Help your brothers out, will you?"

"We didn't do any big business."

Wu Zhichao smiled and said, then changed the subject, "Brother Chen, you're in a good position now, could you lend me some money? Not much, just 50,000 will do. I'm a little short on cash lately, just need some to tide me over, I'll pay you back in two months."

Fang Chen looked at him without saying a word.

Fifty thousand, to be repaid in two months.

Wu Zhichao has no job, how will he repay the debt?

Fang Yuan sat opposite him, holding a bowl, his face darkening, but he didn't say anything.

Xiang Pingping put down her chopsticks, looked at Wu Zhichao, and hesitated to speak.

The atmosphere in the main room suddenly became somewhat subtle.

"Chaozi," Fang Chen spoke, his tone indifferent, "I do have some money, but I don't lend it to anyone."