In the courtyard house.
The two women and three children in the house were looking at each other.
A large table of dishes was laid out on the table, but no one had touched their chopsticks.
Lou Xiao'e leaned back in her chair and said lazily, "Aren't you going to eat?"
"Mom! We're waiting for Dad!" Little Wang Siren was still very energetic and also very filial.
However, he was unaware that his two mothers had received news that Wang Shouren had taken Qin Huairu out.
Therefore, this filial piety became irrefutable proof of Lou Xiao'e's betrayal of her family. For this reason, Lou Xiao'e decided that after returning to Hong Kong, she would give this unfortunate child a couple more lessons.
Wang Ruiming and Wang Xirou were much smarter; they were often the targets of these petty marital tantrums. Over the years, they had learned to be as discreet as possible, minimizing their presence. Therefore, they both looked at Wang Siren with the eyes of someone looking at a fool.
This guy is too naive.
If it were their mother, even a passing dog would be pulled over and scolded.
The moment Wang Shouren and Qin Huairu stepped into the house, the children suddenly felt that the world had become brighter.
During the Chinese New Year, most families are playful and noisy.
Song Qiao and Feng Xian's family, however, were somewhat frightened.
The Feng family originally lived in Beijing, but their ancestors had fled the city around the time of Empress Dowager Cixi. His father had always longed to return. Moreover, his father was no ordinary man; he had done a remarkable job educating Feng Xian. As a result, Feng Xian passed all the exams and gained admission to a prestigious university in Beijing.
Furthermore, during his university years, he skipped a grade and went directly to become a master's student.
Later, Professor Zhuge pulled him to the motorcycle factory.
Initially, Feng Xian's family was against it. After all, according to Feng's father, a master's degree meant that the whole family could go wherever he wanted, and all the related benefits would be arranged.
But after hearing his son say that he might be sent abroad, he hesitated.
In the end, I decided to stay in Beijing, since the wages at the motorcycle factory were indeed quite high.
Song Qiao's family, on the other hand, didn't have many demands on her. They both worked within the government system, and Song Qiao's family was well-off. After getting her master's degree, she pursued her interests; otherwise, she wouldn't have ended up in the same college and major as Feng Xian. And so, the two hit it off. Later, Song Qiao's family didn't object much to their relationship.
They felt that these were two master's degree holders, so they couldn't be that bad.
Furthermore, with Song Qiao joining the Dayun Motorcycle Factory, and both of them getting in together, their families were even less worried. In Beijing, in any department related to industry, everyone knew of Secretary Wang's competence. When Secretary Wang went out and established a public-private partnership, no one doubted that anything would go wrong. And sure enough, in just two short years, the motorcycle factory was practically soaring to new heights.
You asked them how they knew?
That's because those two kids just bought a two-courtyard house.
This almost scared Song Qiao's elderly parents, brother, and sister-in-law to death; they thought something had happened to Song Qiao.
After hearing that Song Qiao had bought it from Feng Xian, the old couple finally felt relieved after asking her questions carefully.
Coincidentally, the place she bought was right next to the Song family's house. Song Qiao hadn't told them yet; she wanted to give her parents a surprise.
But this year, the surprise has changed again.
Inside the lobby.
Mr. Feng, Mrs. Feng, Mr. Song, Mrs. Song, Song Qiao's brother Song Zhi and sister-in-law, were looking at Song Qiao and Mr. Feng with serious expressions.
"Speak," Song's father said first. "Why did you send us here so mysteriously? What kind of benefits is the factory giving you? You should change your ways. It's fine at home, but if you show off like this outside, people will be watching you."
These words were spoken to Song Qiao, and also to Feng Xian.
This is the wisdom of the older generation: "Don't flaunt your wealth." This saying has been passed down for countless years.
Mr. Feng nodded in agreement: "Young man, you can't be arrogant just because you've achieved some success. You still need to cultivate your character. 'Virtue not matching position' doesn't just refer to the position you've reached, but also the wealth you control. If you don't cultivate your character, the money in your hands will eventually flow out."
Song's mother and Feng's mother exchanged a glance, and Song's mother nodded gently.
Mother Feng said, "Alright, alright, all of you, say less. Isn't the child happy?"
Song Qiao and Feng Xian exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.
The reason Song Qiao and Feng Xian's relationship progressed so quickly was because of their constant complaining—complaining about how their parents controlled them. This control wasn't low-level; it was a classic case of giving a carrot and stick, one playing the bad cop and the other the good cop, their coordination flawless. And Feng Xian would chime in, "Yes, yes, my family is like that too."
Song Qiao initially thought Feng Xian was just trying to please her, but after the marriage, she even wondered if she had married herself. How could there be two sets of parents in this world who are so alike?
To be fair, these two elderly couples really have a lot in common, and they've even started working together.
Song Qiao rolled her eyes and said to her older brother, "Brother, I'll buy you a motorcycle later."
"Huh? Me?" Song Zhi was stunned. He pointed to himself, somewhat bewildered.
What? This incredible wealth has fallen on my head?
"No, you child, why are you so arrogant just because you have money!" Song's mother glared at Song Qiao with displeasure, then turned to look at Song Zhi.
Before Song Zhi could even speak, his wife pinched him.
There's only one meaning—how dare you take your sister's motorcycle?
"Mom, I said I'd buy it, so I did. This year's year-end bonus was too much, I don't know how to spend it."
"Pfft..." Both Mr. Feng and Mr. Song, who were drinking tea, couldn't help but spit it out, their faces turning red as they coughed violently. Mr. Song, who was slightly stronger, pointed at Song Qiao with a red face and said, "All the humility I taught you has gone to waste. Come on, tell me, how much did you get as a year-end bonus? How dare you spout such nonsense?"
The two elderly couples were furious.
Song Zhi and his sister-in-law watched the commotion from the sidelines, curious as they were. Song Qiao's sister-in-law knew her younger sister-in-law was a good earner and often provided her nephew and niece with good food and drinks, but she didn't know how much she earned. She didn't expect anything special. She just wanted the family to be harmonious, which was always a good thing.
For example, it's great to have melons to eat today.
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