Chapter 36 My Daughter is My Own (Part 6): A Guide to Pampering My Wife and Daughter...
Song Ce stepped out of the car in a well-tailored suit, and the villagers who had followed the car all the way stared in disbelief.
"Am I seeing things? That's the young master from the Song family?" a middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise.
"Wow, the car he drives is exactly the same as the one we see on TV! It's so impressive!"
"Judging from his appearance, did that kid go out and make a fortune?"
"Definitely! He looks more like a boss than that kid Jay!"
The villagers said this, then quickly walked over and surrounded Song Ce's car in twos and threes. The middle-aged man asked with some curiosity, "Ce, you've been gone for a few months, have you made a fortune?"
Upon hearing this, Song Ce smiled shyly: "I've been running a business in the city for two months with someone. I caught the right time and made some money. I was thinking of going home to have a good New Year first, and then going back to continue doing business after the New Year."
The middle-aged man touched the clean car with envy. "Young man, can your uncle come up and sit for a while?"
"Don't you even look at what you're wearing? That's work clothes! Aren't you afraid of getting our young man's car dirty?" the woman behind the middle-aged man scolded.
"Auntie, what's the big deal?" Song Ce said, opening all four car doors and smiling, "Uncle, come on in and give it a try!"
The middle-aged man couldn't resist the temptation of the car. He vigorously patted the dust off his clothes and got in. Encouraged by Song Ce, the villagers who had gathered around all got in and tried it out.
An elderly man sitting in the car, stroking the comfortable seat beneath him, couldn't help but ask, "Ce, what kind of business do you run in the city? It makes so much money!"
“It’s just a business selling seasonings,” Song Ce replied.
Seeing that Song Ce, after becoming a big boss, still spoke and acted the same as before in the village, unlike Song Xiaojie who acted arrogantly, looked down on others, and didn't look down on the villagers by letting them ride in cars, the villagers' impression of him improved more and more.
"You're back at just the right time. Your cousin's family is having a feast! Your parents, wife, and daughter are all there." The middle-aged man, having finished his smugness, didn't forget to flatter Song Ce.
"No wonder the house was so quiet!" Song Ce said with a smile. "I'm just in time to come back and catch a feast."
"Young man, you'd better hurry up and go!" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, Song Ce politely bid farewell to the villagers and drove away.
"Uncle! Today, Ce's parents and his wife are really proud!" the middle-aged man joked, watching the car disappear into the distance.
"Of course! This is a car that Ce bought himself! That alone makes him so much better than that Jie kid!"
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At this moment, outside Song Xiaojie's house.
A distant uncle of Song Xiaojie, looking quite drunk, grabbed Song Xiaojie and said, "Young man! You've made something of yourself now, you'd better help out your younger brother!"
A hint of disdain flashed in Song Xiaojie's eyes as he smiled and said, "Uncle, we're all family. As your older brother, I'll definitely help you if you need anything. It's just that our big boss's company isn't doing so well this year. But I'll definitely arrange a job for you next year when things are better!"
"Good! Good! Your younger brother's future depends entirely on you, his older brother!" Uncle Yuanfang laughed.
As the two were exchanging pleasantries, a black sedan slowly drove up from not far away.
Song Xiaojie's pupils contracted; this car was actually a Huabao 988! You must know that the most luxurious car in China right now is the Huabao brand! And the model number is 988!
How could those country bumpkins afford such a nice car? Could it be... that those people have come looking for us?
Thinking of this, Song Xiaojie turned to leave, but his distant uncle, who had tried to establish a connection with him, held his hand tightly, and for a moment he couldn't break free.
As the Huabao 988 drew closer to his home, Song Xiaojie broke out in a cold sweat. But when he saw who got out of the car, he opened his mouth, and the fear in his eyes quickly turned into shock!
"Young man, what... what kind of car is this! It's so impressive!" the distant uncle exclaimed.
Song Xiaojie: "..."
It wasn't that he didn't want to answer, but rather that he was so stunned by what he saw that he couldn't speak.
Why is it Song Ce who got out of the car? Is he his younger brother who failed college?
As the saying goes, clothes make the man. Song Ce had somehow managed to elevate the original owner's barely decent appearance to a whole new level, making him look much more refined and elegant.
Song Xiaojie stared blankly at Song Ce walking over. He was still the same person in his memory, but his temperament and appearance had changed too much.
"Cousin, when did you get back?" Song Ce looked at the key figure who caused the tragedy of the original owner's family and smiled faintly.
"I... I just got back yesterday. It's almost the end of the year, and my boss was kind to me and gave me two days off early." Song Xiaojie snapped out of his daze and forced a smile.
"I see."
"Brother... Brother Ce, is this car yours?" Song Xiaojie's eyes were fixed on the Huabao 988 not far away. He asked with a smile, but anyone who wasn't stupid could hear the stiffness in his tone.
"Yes, I was thinking of going out to do some business before the New Year to make a living. I didn't expect that the business would actually take off and I could barely make some money. So I decided to go home for the New Year." Song Ce said with a smile.
Song Xiaojie: "..."
When the distant uncle saw that someone with an even more impressive boss-like demeanor had arrived, he showered Song Ce with compliments as if they were free, repeating to Song Ce what he had just said to Song Xiaojie.
Song Xiaojie: "..."
When Song's relatives received the news, they all rushed to the gate to watch the spectacle. No matter how much Song Xiaojie talked about the luxurious life in the city, nothing was more impactful than the gleaming luxury car in front of them.
"Is this Song Ce's car from that university?" This was the same question on the minds of all the Song family relatives present.
Having received the news at the banquet, Song Ce's parents, along with Song Ce's wife Liang Qiulan, were escorted out by their relatives. Upon seeing the spirited Song Ce, the whole family happily rushed over.
"Ce, you're finally back! Mom has been thinking about you for days." This was Song's mother.
"It's good that you're back!" This was Song's father.
"Brother Ce, you...you seem to have lost weight," Liang Qiulan murmured, her eyes reddening.
Seeing this, Song Ce grabbed Liang Qiulan's hand, took Song Rou from his mother's arms, and after exchanging pleasantries with the relatives, drove his parents and wife home.
It's the end of the year, and there aren't any special entertainment activities in the village. The news that Song Ce made money in the city and drove back to the village in a big car spread throughout the village very quickly, and even several nearby villages heard about it.
Late at night, at the Liang family home.
"Honey, have you heard? Our son-in-law, that college dropout, is said to have made a lot of money and is even driving a big car!" Mother Liang said with a look of surprise at the dinner table.
"What? That quiet guy drives a car? Dream on!" Mr. Liang said disdainfully, putting a piece of pickled cucumber into his mouth.
"It's true! Dad! My brother-in-law has really made it big! He drives a Huabao 988! That's a luxury car! Worth hundreds of thousands!" Liang Xiaobao's eyes sparkled as he gestured with his hands. "My buddy is from the same village as my sister. He told me this himself this afternoon when we went out to play!"
"Could it be true?" Father Liang put down the wine glass in his hand. "That's great! Now our little Bao's dowry money is secured!"
"My dear husband," Liang's mother looked at her son, who was perfect in every way. Why didn't any of her daughters have the discerning eye to marry him? "We had such a falling out with Lan'er two years ago over the marriage. Do you think they'd be willing to pay the bride price?" Liang's mother lovingly placed the last piece of fatty meat in Liang Xiaobao's bowl and spoke softly.
"Hmph! How dare she refuse! I am Lan's own father! You are her own mother! And Xiao Bao is her own brother! Don't think that just because she got married she's cut ties with the Liang family. She still has the blood of the Liang family flowing in her veins!" Father Liang said viciously, his eyes bloodshot from drinking.
“But this money was earned by that foolish son-in-law! How could he be willing to accept it?” Mother Liang asked.
“If he’s not happy, I’ll go to the police station and report them! They’ve become rich and forgotten their roots. Let the police arrest them all and put them in jail! If we scare them like this, given our son-in-law’s personality, he’ll have to give it to us whether he wants to or not,” Mr. Liang said smugly.
"Dad, does the police station care about forgetting one's roots?" Liang Xiaobao's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked hurriedly.
“How can we not care? If this were ancient times, if the couple enjoyed their good life without caring about their parents and in-laws, that would be unfilial! They would lose their heads!” Liang’s father replied.
“Okay, Dad, let’s go tomorrow! Is that alright?” Liang Xiaobao asked eagerly.
"Alright, Xiao Bao, eat more. We'll have plenty to talk about tomorrow!"
The Song family was completely unaware of the Liang family's wicked scheme. At this moment, the Song family was in the courtyard of Song's parents, following Song Ce as he unloaded the gifts he had brought back from the city from the car.
Back in the house, Song Ce took out a jewelry box, took out an extremely heavy gold auspicious cloud bracelet, and handed it to his mother.
"Mom, I see that the older folks in the city really like wearing this gold bracelet. Why don't you try it on and see if you like it?"
"Oh dear, Ce, this is so heavy! It must have cost a fortune!" Song's mother carefully took the first gold bracelet of her life, tried it on, and then took it off. "Son, I work hard all day, how can I wear such a nice bracelet? You've just started earning money, and you've already thought of this. I'm so happy for you. I don't want it, please return it to me." Song's mother said, her voice choked with emotion.
"Mom! Just wear it! Your son is making money now. He can wear ten mothers, let alone one bracelet!" Song Ce said with a smile, trying to reassure her.
“This is our son’s way of showing filial piety. Now that we can afford it, you should wear it!” Mr. Song said, taking a sip of tea.
"Dad, this is for you." Song Ce then took out a watch that looked expensive, two cans of tea, and a thick down jacket. "Dad, your health isn't what it used to be, so I didn't buy you any alcohol. Drink more good tea and less alcohol. You'll have plenty of good days ahead of you!"
Mr. Song accepted his son's gift with trembling hands. He first put on the watch and showed it off for a while before unpacking the down jacket and putting it on, exclaiming repeatedly, "Warm, so warm!"
“Mom has one too, and so does our family.” After saying this, Song Ce looked at Liang Qiulan, who had been staring at him, took her hand, and took out an exquisite platinum necklace from his pocket and put it on her. It had a fan-shaped pendant studded with diamonds hanging from it.
"Lanlan, you've had a tough two years marrying me. When I left last time, I promised you that I would make sure you lived a life of luxury with me. This necklace was custom-made for me, and it has your name on it," Song Ce said gently.
Upon hearing this, Liang Qiulan's eyes instantly reddened, and she murmured while clutching the pendant, "Brother Ce... thank you."
“Between husband and wife, there’s no need for thanks. Of course, how could Daddy forget our precious Rou Rou this time!” Song Ce squeezed Liang Qiulan’s hand tightly to comfort her, and then took out a beautiful gold-inlaid jade necklace and a pair of matching small bracelets from the box behind him.
"How is it? I drew the design myself and had the jewelry store make it. Does it look good?" Song Ce asked his family with a smug look on his face.
"Ce, it looks nice, but our Rou is still so young. Can she wear such a heavy collar?" Father Song asked the burning question.
“That’s right, it’s not too late to put it on Rou’er when she’s older,” Song’s mother agreed.
"Well... I hadn't considered that," Song Ce said somewhat awkwardly.
Looking at the warm family inside, Liang Qiulan finally shed tears, but this time they were tears of joy, tears of happiness, tears of bliss.
At that moment, she had no idea what kind of awkward and embarrassing situation her own flesh and blood relatives would put her in the next morning.
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Author's Note: The next chapter will feature Lanlan's amazing parents! This modern story won't be as long as the previous one, "The Top Scholar," it'll be over in about ten chapters. For the next story, here's a question: Do you want a purely ancient setting, a fantasy setting, a modern setting, or something else? Please vote! The story order will be adjusted according to your votes. Thank you again for your support, my little angels! Thank you again for the nutrient solution, favorites, and comments! *2 hearts*
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