In a certain Courtyard House in the Capital, the atmosphere was montarily awkward.
Of course, the awkwardness was between Yan Fei and Xu Xiaoyan. ng Si’an, on the other hand, was completely clueless. And the person sitting across from them, that ’nostalgic person,’ got furious the mont he saw them...
"Oh, great! There’s a straight path to heaven you refuse to take, but you willingly walk into hell where there’s no door. It’s you two, daring to co to my doorstep, huh?" After a mont of silence, the nostalgic person exploded. "Xiao An, it’s these two people who almost gave a heart attack from anger just now. You..."
Yan Fei was speechless; such words, really impressive.
Do your words match the intellectual look you’re going for? Even street hooligans wouldn’t speak so crude nowadays—talking about walking into a doorless hell?
Thinking about it, Yan Fei looked at ng Si’an. Sure enough, ng Si’an’s smile vanished instantly, replaced by a blackness darker than the bottom of a pot.
Lucky for him, the person sitting at the door was soone he had unusual ties with; otherwise, he would have punched soone by now.
This house I’ve lived in for so long, a place the old man reclaid during a difficult ti, where the whole family once lived, has beco hell? The kind without a door?
Have you not lived here, or what?
"Uncle, what are you saying? This is my friend Yan Fei." ng Si’an’s words shocked Yan Fei; this strange guy is actually his uncle.
ng Si’an looked at Yan Fei, expressing helplessness while trying to smooth things over: "Co on, let introduce you. This is Yan Fei and his girlfriend Xu Xing. This is my uncle..."
"No need for introductions." ng Si’an’s uncle, the nostalgic guy, was furious. "Are these the friends you make? They think they’re invincible just because they have so petty cash..."
"Uncle, Yan Fei’s money isn’t dirty money." ng Si’an interrupted his uncle. "He’s a renowned figure in Yuzhou Province leading rural prosperity, helping the whole town raise cattle. This cooperation model has even spread to the county and the entire region. Don’t underestimate him just because he’s rich; he earned every penny himself. His parents were just ordinary factory workers in a county town and never relied on family. If you say he’s arrogant because he has money, you’re wrong!"
"Is leading the whole village to prosperity that impressive? Is it? What’s so impressive? There are plenty of pioneers in wealth creation; none of them act like that..."
"Uncle, you really misunderstood Yan Fei. Rember the last ti I was in a car accident? It was Xiao Fei who rushed on a motorcycle to save . If he had been a bit slower, I would’ve been in real danger. I’m your only nephew who’s filial to you; wouldn’t you be heartbroken if anything happened?"
ng Si’an used both reasoning and emotional appeals, racking his brain for words, speaking until he was white-foad at the mouth.
But his uncle apparently didn’t intend to drop the matter: "I don’t care who he is; judging by his character, I just feel you shouldn’t associate with people like that. Look at your friends; they have no respect for the elders or care for the young..."
Fortunately, he still had a bit of discretion left, only targeting Yan Fei and not saying anything about Xu Xiaoyan. Perhaps he believed a good man shouldn’t stoop to arguing with a woman, even though in the Forbidden City, it was Xu Xiaoyan who rebutted him while Yan Fei kept ignoring him...
"Enough!" ng Si’an finally couldn’t hold back. "Where do you think the wine you sell cos from? It’s from Yan Fei. If you keep ssing around, don’t bother coming to find anymore."
"..." His uncle, who had been prattling on, suddenly fell silent, unable to speak for a while.
His face changed unpredictably before he finally couldn’t handle it anymore, standing up fiercely: "Hmph, I won’t visit this lousy place again. I have no nephew who doesn’t know the difference between kin and strangers..."
As he reached the door, they could still hear his muttering: "Has wine but holds it back, creating rarity value, hmph..."
Once he stord out of the yard, ng Si’an quickly apologized to the clueless Yan Fei and Xu Xiaoyan: "I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s a long story; let’s go inside and talk."
After brewing a pot of tea, ng Si’an sighed: "Our family used to be a Traditional Chinese dicine family, with so modest family assets. My uncle was the most cherished treasure in the family, never having suffered any hardship growing up. There was a ti when my grandpa ran into so trouble, and the house was confiscated. Several family mbers went on to do other jobs, but my uncle, being stubborn and unable to figure it out, suffered quite a bit because of it."
"Don’t be surprised, you two. He realized his mistake earlier, that’s why he left so quickly..."
Was it realizing his mistake? No, it was because of the wine issue that he left.
But Yan Fei clearly wasn’t going to argue with soone like that. There was no need to consider one’s face or importance; it simply wasn’t worth it. He smiled and explained: "No worries, no worries. It’s really not a big deal. There was hardly anything to it. We were playing in the Forbidden City, and he said a few trivial things. Then Xiao Xing rebutted, and I just took her away. That’s all there was, in less than two minutes."
"Ha! He’s like that; as long as it’s nothing serious, it’s fine." ng Si’an also relaxed upon hearing this. "You have no idea how troubleso my uncle is. Now, even among our generation, nobody but wants to deal with him..."
Yan Fei mused, indeed, who would want to deal with an elder who’s constantly nitpicking and causing trouble? With strangers, you can at least argue back, but if it’s your own uncle, there’s really nothing you can do...
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