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

Liu Cuifen's outstretched hand remained frozen awkwardly in mid-air.

Taking it back is problematic, but not taking it back is also problematic.

Her face flushed bright red, turning a deep, burning red.

This was the first time in her life she had ever been so subtly and tactlessly rebuked in public by a junior!

But looking at the table full of shiny, delicious food, and smelling the tempting aromas of fruit and wine, she was really unwilling to leave so dejectedly.

"Cough cough."

Liu Cuifen coughed twice, forcibly withdrew her hand, and wiped it on her bright red down jacket.

She pouted, her eyes filled with sour jealousy, and glanced sideways at the things on the table, saying sarcastically:

"Ergouzi, it's not that your aunt is criticizing you."

"No matter how expensive a cherry is, it's still just a cherry, isn't it? Can it be so expensive it's out of this world?"

"Even if you have money, you can't spend it like this; it's too wasteful!"

She paused, then turned her attention to the two bottles of Moutai, looking quite experienced.

"You just said this wine is for the old man? Is this wine... really for him?"

"I've heard there's a lot of fake alcohol out there these days, it can kill you! Don't try to be helpful but end up making the old man sick!"

Jiang Chen picked up a shiny black cherry and twirled it lightly between his fingers, his nonchalant manner making it seem as if he were playing with an ordinary glass marble.

He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and said indifferently:

"That's true. My aunt is very knowledgeable and has seen a lot more than us young people."

He popped a cherry into his mouth, savored it carefully, and then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"These cherries are really not expensive."

He spat out the pit, speaking in a flat tone as if he were talking about a cabbage that cost a dime a pound.

"In other words, an ordinary worker in our county could probably buy a case of this if he worked for half a month without eating or drinking."

"As for the wine..."

Jiang Chen put down his hand, finally raised his head, looked directly at Liu Cuifen, picked up a bottle of Moutai, and pointed to the complicated anti-counterfeiting mark on the bottle.

"I got it from the store, and the invoice is still in my car."

"It's not expensive, only about three thousand yuan a bottle."

He looked at Liu Cuifen's mouth, which was slightly open in shock, and added another sentence.

"If Grandpa likes it, I'll go to the county tomorrow and get another case."

"If Auntie thinks this is fake and is worried, how about... you pay for two real bottles yourself and give them to Grandpa to try?"

"Three...three thousand?!"

Liu Cuifen's voice suddenly rose, becoming sharp like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, almost biting its own tongue!

Three thousand for a bottle of wine?!

Two bottles cost six thousand?!

That box of rotten fruit costs two or three thousand?!

This... this thing I just casually took out of the car, it's almost ten thousand yuan?!

fake!

It's definitely fake!

This kid is bragging!

but……

Looking at Jiang Chen's calm and composed expression, and at his confident demeanor as he pointed at the anti-counterfeiting label, Liu Cuifen's pitiful confidence began to waver again.

It's one thing for the company to provide a car, but does the company also provide gifts for people to give away?

Or……

Has this kid really struck it rich outside?

Seeing Liu Cuifen's bewildered and unprepared look after being bombarded with a series of numbers, Jiang Chen felt that the time was right.

He patted the juice off his hands, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

His gaze suddenly sharpened, like two razor blades piercing straight into Liu Cuifen's eyes.

Aunt.

Jiang Chen's voice was no longer playful, but carried an undeniable solemnity.

"The Wang Erya you mentioned in the main room just now, I thought about it carefully when I came over."

He took a step forward, getting closer to Liu Cuifen, his tone as sincere as if he were discussing something of great importance.

"I think you're right, she really is a good girl."

Liu Cuifen was taken aback by his sudden change.

What do you mean?

Is this kid out of his mind after being beaten?

Or did he come to a realization and think that what I said made sense?

She was secretly pleased, thinking that Jiang Chen had changed his mind and been persuaded by her "foresight." She was about to say, "Of course! Would your aunt harm you?"

"However..."

Jiang Chen's tone suddenly shifted, a turn more abrupt than a winding mountain road.

"This kind of 'buy one get two free' deal, a perfect blessing of having both a son and a daughter, is too good for me to handle, given my meager life and shallow fortune."

He looked at Liu Cuifen with a "kind" smile on his face.

"But my cousin Jiang Wei, I think he's two years older than me, still hasn't found anyone. You two must be worried, right?"

He pointed outside the yard.

"Besides, my cousin is now successful, driving a BMW, and has a thriving career. He's at the prime of his life, and all he needs is a caring and understanding wife!"

The curve of Jiang Chen's lips widened, his smile carrying an undisguised mockery.

He clapped his hands and delivered his final concluding remarks!

"In my opinion, Wang Erya and her cousin Jiang Wei are a match made in heaven, a perfect couple, a perfect match indeed!"

"Auntie, this is truly a double blessing! It's a perfect example of keeping the good stuff in the family!"

"You'd better seize this opportunity and get your cousin's marriage arranged! When the wedding banquet comes, I, as his younger brother, will definitely give him a big red envelope!"

He pointed to the box of cherries on the table.

"I don't have a red envelope, but sending a box of these cherries as New Year's gifts will definitely impress you!"

In her view, pushing a divorced rural woman with two children to Jiang Chen was an insult and a handout to Jiang Chen, a "poor man".

But if she were to push this person onto her precious son, Jiang Wei, who drives a BMW and is considered extremely valuable in her eyes…

That would have been the death of her!

Liu Cuifen's face was contorted with rage. She pointed her finger, her whole body trembling with anger. Her lips quivered for a long time before she finally managed to squeeze out a complete sentence.

"You...you...you heartless ingrate!"

"I was trying to be helpful by introducing you to someone, and you...you actually dared to curse your brother!"