Wang Yinchen's mind was in complete chaos, and her answer was utterly nonsensical...

"I...I want to marry you, but..."

"Then there's no 'buts,' it's settled..."

Then, to Wang Yinchen's astonishment, they arranged a helicopter, and then secured the banquet delivery from the largest hotel in their hometown county...

Dawang Village!

Wang Wei's father, Wang Qiang, was busy preparing to slaughter chickens and sheep because his son had called to say he was coming home, which made the old couple extremely happy...

To save on transportation costs, Wang Wei rarely returned home. After all, the capital was too far from his hometown, and his family was too poor to afford the travel expenses.

But it's impossible for children to not miss home after being away for a long time...

So the two of them hoped that their son could find some time to come back and visit them...

So as soon as they received the call, the two of them started bustling about, preparing to welcome their son home…

"Hey Lao Wang, didn't you kill this chicken a bit too early? Your son only called yesterday; it'll take him at least three days to get home..."

The village chief, watching Wang Qiang busily working, couldn't help but tease him...

"Village chief, kill it as soon as possible, so we can cook it for her as soon as her son gets home..."

Wang Wei's mother, Zhou Cui, replied with a smile, her joy impossible to hide...

“Wang Wei is such a thoughtless kid. A round trip costs over a thousand yuan, and that's by train. He'll only be staying for a day or two. It's such a waste. He doesn't even understand how hard you guys work to earn money…”

The village chief couldn't help but complain on behalf of the old couple...

"Village chief, please don't say that. Xiaowei is a very sensible child. He works part-time at school, which has eased a lot of our burden. He probably saved up enough money for the trip back this time, otherwise, knowing his personality, he would never have come back so easily..."

Wang Qiang spoke highly of his son…

"Old Wang, I'm not trying to criticize you, but your son is already a college student, so why don't you see him earning more money to support you?"

Just then, a sudden voice rang out. A fat woman, while cracking sunflower seeds, rolled her eyes and said…

“Hey Auntie, what are you saying? He's still in school, so of course his studies should be his priority. It's already pretty good that he's working part-time. Finding a job is something for after graduation…”

Although Wang Qiang was unhappy, he still defended his son...

"Look at the Yin family. Although they've moved out and their education level isn't as high as your Xiaowei's, they still give a lot of gifts to the villagers during holidays. Your Xiaowei is a college student, but when he came back, he didn't even bring anything for everyone..."

The plump aunt shook her head, criticizing Wang Wei...

“Hey, Auntie Pang, stop finding fault. Once my son gets a job, he'll definitely bring gifts for the villagers…”

Wang Qiang said somewhat angrily…

"I don't dare expect a gift from him; I just hope he can pay back the money he borrowed for school..."

The plump aunt curled her lip and replied dismissively…

This was heartbreaking for Wang Qiang, because they had borrowed from almost everyone in the village who could to raise money for Wang Wei's schooling, including Aunt Pang...

They say you're beholden to someone who feeds you, and indebted to them who gives you gifts; faced with Aunt Pang's bullying, the elderly couple could only swallow their resentment and accept it...

"Old Wang, something terrible has happened! Your son's in trouble..."

Just then, a middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties ran up and down, shouting as if afraid no one would hear him…

People who heard the noise quickly gathered around, wanting to see what had happened…

"Secretary, what's wrong? You seem so flustered..."

The village secretary paused for a moment before excitedly saying...

"Old Wang, your kid's gotten into trouble. A document has been issued saying that Wang Wei doesn't meet the criteria for poverty relief, and all your family's subsidies are being cancelled..."

Hearing this, Wang Qiang swayed, but being a man, he was resilient and didn't collapse. Zhou Cui, however, was different. She didn't hear anything else, only that the village secretary had said her child had an accident, and she was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground...

"How are we supposed to survive without poverty subsidies? Are they trying to force us poor people to our deaths?"

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at Wang Qiang's deeply lined face...

"Honey, what are we going to do? Please help us save the baby..."

Zhou Cui cried out...

"What? Something happened? Old Wang, let me tell you, you have to pay me back the money you owe me today..."

"Yes, the money must be paid back today..."

Upon hearing that something had happened, the villagers all began demanding payment...

Before Wang Qiang and his wife could reply, a convoy of large trucks drove into the village. Seeing the large crowd, the lead driver immediately pulled over and asked the group.

Is this Wang Qiang's home?

Upon hearing the driver's words, the crowd didn't respond, but immediately began to murmur amongst themselves.

"Could it be that they're here to collect a debt? Knowing that Old Wang's family can't pay back the money, they're coming to take things away as payment in advance?"

"What about the five hundred yuan you owe me? Should I move some things to pay off the debt?"

"You only have five hundred, but the Wang family owes my family a thousand..."

"Could this be a court vehicle? I heard only the court has the authority to enforce judgments..."

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the driver asked loudly again.

Where does Wang Qiang live?

The village chief couldn't bear to see Wang Qiang's family suffer, so he tentatively asked...

"Master, what brings you here?"

"It's a delivery guy..."

The driver thought to himself, "Are you all blind? Can't you see this is a container truck? If I weren't delivering goods, would I be here for tourism?"

"deliver goods?"

The village chief was stunned, the villagers were stunned, and even Wang Qiang himself was stunned…

"Hey driver, you've delivered to the wrong place, haven't you? This family is so poor they can barely afford pants. They even borrowed rice from my family. How could they afford to buy so many truckloads of stuff?"

The plump aunt couldn't help but interject, saying that as a village elder, she couldn't bear to see anyone doing well, especially since she herself wasn't doing well...

"Wrong delivery?"

The driver was also somewhat uncertain; he scratched his head and asked...

"How many people named Wang Qiang are there in this village?"

"Am I the only one..."

Wang Qiang replied instinctively…

"Is your phone number 138xxx...?"

Wang Qiang couldn't remember other people's phone numbers, but he still remembered his own. Hearing the other person read out his number, he quickly nodded and said...

"This is my phone number, how did you know it?"

"That's it, this is your home. Here are 168 LCD TVs. Please sign for them..."

The driver immediately got out of the car, took the receipt, and handed it to Wang Qiang for him to sign…

"Sir, you must be mistaken. I didn't buy a TV."

Wang Qiang replied blankly, still completely confused and not understanding the situation...

"No mistake, all the information is correct, it's definitely yours, the order was placed by someone named Wang Wei..."

Hearing that his son had placed the order, Wang Qiang finally believed that the TVs had been delivered to his house. But even if he was buying TVs, did he really need to buy so many? If he changed one every day, he wouldn't be able to watch them all!