I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

Inside the Jiang family's old house, laughter and cheerful conversation filled the air.

"Come on, everyone, stop looking and start eating! Try your dad's cooking!"

After recovering from her shock, Wang Xiuying beamed with joy and kept serving food to Jiang Chen and Jiang Ling.

The 1.8 million yuan system rebate put Jiang Chen in a great mood. He opened a bottle of Moutai and poured a full glass for his father, Jiang Jianjun.

"Dad, try this, it's 53 degrees, it's awesome!"

Jiang Jianjun looked at the clear, transparent liquor in the glass and smelled its unique soy sauce aroma; his hands trembled slightly.

"This...this is Moutai..."

He picked up his glass, took just a small sip, and felt a warm sensation travel from his throat all the way to his stomach, instantly making him feel refreshed.

"Excellent wine! Truly excellent wine!"

Jiang Chen was helping his father study the anti-counterfeiting labels on the two bottles of Feitian Moutai, teaching him how to verify their authenticity using a mobile app.

Sudden.

From the spotless new cement ground in the courtyard came a series of rapid and shrill high heel sounds.

"Da, da, da, da..."

Followed by.

"Wow! They've struck it rich! They've even paved the yard with cement?"

Before you see him, you hear his voice.

That sharp, sarcastic voice, tinged with a hint of jealousy and a touch of probing, instantly extinguished the warm atmosphere in the room.

She is Jiang Chen's aunt, Liu Cuifen.

Jiang Jianjun's smile froze instantly, and his hand holding the wine glass stopped in mid-air.

Wang Xiuying subconsciously hid her new iPhone behind her back, and the smile that had just appeared on her face disappeared, replaced by a wary and annoyed expression.

The couple still vividly remembers Liu Cuifen's sharp and mean face when she came to collect the debt last time. They've been holding onto that resentment ever since.

Only Jiang Chen remained calm.

He didn't even turn his head, but a playful smile lingered on his lips.

He knew that this "fly" that had flown in attracted by the smell of meat couldn't be driven away.

The curtain was roughly yanked open.

Liu Cuifen swaggered in, wearing a tacky bright red down jacket, sporting a cheap perm, and carrying a bag of wrinkled, not-so-fresh oranges.

Her triangular eyes, like radar, scanned the entire room the moment she entered.

From the huge 98-inch TV on the wall to the soft leather sofa under Wang Xiuying's bottom, and finally, it all came down to the open bottle of Moutai on the table.

When she saw the familiar flying symbol, a hint of undisguised greed and jealousy flashed in her eyes.

"Tsk tsk tsk, second brother, sister-in-law, you two are living a good life."

Liu Cuifen plopped down on the expensive leather sofa and deliberately bounced it around, as if she wanted to test whether the sofa, which was said to cost tens of thousands of yuan, would collapse under her weight.

Her feet, clad in black high-heeled leather shoes, rubbed themselves unabashedly against the smooth wooden floor.

"I heard that Er Gouzi... oh no, look at my memory, he's a big boss now, and his name should be Jiang Chen."

She said sarcastically, turning her gaze to Jiang Chen.

"I heard Jiang Chen is back? Driving an Audi?"

Wang Xiuying had long disliked her, and in a huff, she poured a glass of water and slammed it onto the coffee table in front of her.

"Is something wrong, sister-in-law? It's so late."

Liu Cuifen gave a forced smile, picked up her water glass, took a sip, and immediately put it down as if it were too hot.

"Look at what my sister-in-law is saying. Can't we come visit if there's nothing wrong? We're family, blood is thicker than water."

She glanced at Jiang Chen, who stood calmly to the side, her eyes filled with feigned concern.

"Jiang Chen, your aunt just heard someone at the village entrance saying that your car... is it a company-provided car? With all that renovations and buying Moutai, is that also a company bonus?"

She asked "casually," but every word was full of probing.

Jiang Chen leaned back on the sofa, slowly peeled a sunflower seed from the table, put the kernel in his mouth, and then gave a faint reply.

"Yes, Auntie is really well-informed."

Upon hearing the words "company-provided," Liu Cuifen's tense shoulders visibly relaxed.

The slight awe she felt for "Audi" and "Moutai" vanished instantly, replaced by that familiar, condescending contempt.

Liu Cuifen sneered inwardly: I knew it! How could this poor kid get rich in just six months! Turns out he was just putting on a show, bringing company stuff back to pretend he didn't know anything!

To put it bluntly, he's just a slightly higher-level employee! The car belongs to the company, the money spent is also from the company, it has nothing to do with him.

Having confirmed Jiang Chen's background, Liu Cuicuifen immediately straightened her back.

She threw the meager bag of oranges on the table with a "thud," adopting a lecturing tone as if she were an elder, pointing and gesturing at Jiang Chen.

"Since it belongs to the company, you have to be careful when opening it. If you scratch or damage it, you'll have to pay for it yourself."

"Ergou, it's not that your aunt is criticizing you, but you should be down-to-earth and stop doing all that fancy stuff."

"It's not easy to earn money working for a company. Don't let a little money make you forget who you are and squander it."

Her attitude made it seem as if Jiang Chen was spending her money, not his.