As the end of another year approached, the Jiang family drove back to their hometown in the countryside.
Father Jiang and Jiang Linyuan each drove a car.
"When did you buy a car? Where'd you get the money?"
Father Jiang looked at Jiang Linyuan and asked curiously.
"I made a bit of money trading stocks and bought it yesterday. Jiang Zhiyao knows, too."
Jiang Linyuan used Jiang Zhiyao as a cover.
Father Jiang gave him a few words of advice, then let the matter drop.
His son had grown up and made something of himself.
"All right, you and your sister can ride together. Your mother and I have some things to put in our car."
As Father Jiang spoke, he headed for the car.
"Yaoyao, why don't you ride with him? I'd like to see how Linyuan drives..." Mother Jiang said.
"Mom, what's there to see? Once we get home, you'll be busy again. Get some rest in the car. Dad drives more steadily than I do, so you can even take a nap."
Jiang Linyuan grinned and pulled the car door open. Jiang Zhiyao climbed inside.
"I like to play music when I drive. I don't want it to bother you."
Mother Jiang frowned, sensing something was off, but she couldn't very well say anything, so she went along with Jiang Linyuan's suggestion.
The four of them set off in two cars.
Jiang Linyuan's hometown was a village of middling size, neither especially poor nor especially prosperous.
It was almost evening when they arrived.
As they parked, the neighbors next door looked over curiously.
"Well, Old Jiang, got yourself a new car?"
"Ah, it's the kid's."
Father Jiang waved modestly, but couldn't hide his smile.
"Yuan's made something of himself! I knew he'd amount to something when he