Introduce My Little Cousin to People

At Le Man's home.

Le Yue stared wide-eyed at the two people who had returned with her.

"Sister, and Brother Zhang Yang too?"

"Le Yue, go get Zhang Yang a glass of water." Le Man's cheeks flushed slightly as she instructed her sister to fetch water. "Zhang Yang, you... you sit down for a while."

Le Yue quickly went to pour water and then pulled Zhang Yang to sit down.

"Brother Zhang Yang, please sit down."

Zhang Yang sat for a while and could clearly feel that Le Yue's eyes kept darting between the two of them.

He didn't care, but Le Man, who was the same age as him and had been through a marriage, looked shy like a young girl.

"Um, Le Yue, why don't you keep your sister company? I have something to do, I'll be going now." Zhang Yang drank some water and stood up.

Le Yue seemed to wake from a dream, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she stood up. "Brother Zhang Yang, let me take you."

After a short while, Le Yue saw Zhang Yang out and returned to Le Man's side.

A pair of eyes kept scrutinizing her sister.

"Sister, tell me the truth, where did you and Brother Zhang Yang go last night? You couldn't have been stargazing all night, could you? Tell me the truth... or I'll tell Mom and Dad."

"Le Yue, you've got some nerve, daring to threaten me?" Le Man snorted, her pretty face immediately turning serious. "Help your sister up."

She stretched out her hand, her expression deliberately tense, but the blush on her cheeks ultimately betrayed her.

Witnessing this scene, Le Yue had an unbelievable thought.

So you just handed your sister over like that?

"Sister, you and Brother Zhang Yang... this is the first time you've met?" she stammered.

Her understanding was still limited to the gradual process between two people: meeting, getting to know each other, becoming familiar, and then step by step getting to know each other, holding hands, kissing, and so on.

Is this... such a rushed schedule?

"We're all adults, why so many formalities?" Le Man looked at her sister's stunned expression and couldn't help but pinch her rosy cheek. "Isn't your brother Zhang Yang good enough?"

Finally, having received what was essentially a tacit acknowledgment from her sister, Le Yue felt a little dizzy.

"Okay... of course it's okay," she answered instinctively.

If such a handsome man were to become her brother-in-law, she would be laughing in her dreams.

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If Zhang Yang becomes her brother-in-law, then wouldn't Le Man be Song Yumeng's sister-in-law? And since she and Song Yumeng are classmates, what kind of logic is that?

For a moment, her thoughts were racing, and she murmured something to herself.

"Zhang Yang, my brother-in-law?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Le Man spat and gave Le Yue a light shove.

Le Yue snapped out of her daze and saw her sister's unfriendly expression, which left her feeling quite confused.

"What... did I say wrong again?"

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Downstairs at the apartment building, Zhang Yang didn't see Lin Zichuan, and wondered if he had gone back feeling disheartened.

"Giving up is fine too." He smiled and got into his Cullinan.

I don't want any of those clichéd plots like "arranged marriage to fall in love" or "domineering CEO falls in love with me." Zhang Yang's appearance makes those clichéd plots impossible to hide.

What kind of domineering CEO is he? He's all about dragging things out and being indecisive.

The consequence was still that he stole her away.

He drove straight back to COFCO Seaview No. 1 to do a little tidying up.

Because he values privacy so much, he sometimes prefers to hire a part-time cleaning lady to clean his house rather than have a live-in housekeeper, as he feels uncomfortable doing so.

On the way back, he suddenly had a keen feeling that the same car was following him the whole time.

Looking in the rearview mirror, a black Maybach was following far behind, showing a rather persistent attitude.

Zhang Yang glanced at it, shook his head, and smiled.

"Go ahead and follow if you want."

He knew that some people were still unwilling to give up easily and wanted to see what he was really made of.

What's so interesting about it anyway?

He can show up in front of you driving Cullinan, so how poor can he be? He can make Le Man throw herself into his arms without hesitation. Besides various objective factors, his wealth and status are definitely a plus.

Getting stuck on a single point is just making things difficult for yourself.

Zhang Yang drove at a leisurely pace, heading straight back to COFCO Seaview No. 1, and then slowly drove inside.

Outside the residential area, by the roadside:

The Maybach slowly came to a stop.

Lin Zichuan got out of the car, looked up at the renowned riverside mansion on the Huangpu River, and his expression changed several times.

Finally, his clenched fists relaxed.

It seems that sand that cannot be held will ultimately only end up scattered.

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Back in his home at COFCO Seaview No. 1, Zhang Yang looked around inside and out.

Bed sheets, wool blankets, and a wastebasket...

Finally, Zhang Yang felt completely relaxed. He stood on the balcony, enjoying the river breeze, smoked a cigarette, and cleared his mind.

Actually, his current wealth can already be considered quite substantial.

With a daily income of 150,000 yuan, 200 million yuan in cash on him, and tens of millions of yuan in annual income from his two businesses, along with a luxury house and a luxury car, he could live a carefree and idyllic life.

It means having him answer some questions on Zhihu (a Chinese Q&A website), such as what the daily life of rich people is like.

He could effortlessly string together thousands of words, enough to captivate readers, since they were all based on his real experiences.

"Even if this is the end, it's enough," Zhang Yang muttered to himself, leaning against the balcony.

He also admitted that the reason he thought this way was because he was originally an ordinary person who had transitioned to this mindset. In his view, what he now possessed was already unattainable for ordinary people, something they could only Yangwang to.

The saying goes that contentment brings happiness. As for going further up? That belongs to the circle of the wealthy? He hadn't really thought about it much.

After all, there are different levels of the wealthy. If you really get into the circle of the rich, what he has now is actually nothing special.

Does he own a supercar? No.

He may own a luxury house, but it can't compare to other people who own properties all over the country.

Luxury goods? Putting aside everything else, he actually only owns a few haute couture suits, and his only watch is a two-million-dollar Audemars Piguet. Does he own any watches worth tens of millions? No.

To be even more arrogant, and to think a little further ahead, does he even have a private jet or a yacht?

"Ouch, I almost collapsed." Zhang Yang woke up.

If there's truly no possibility of advancing further in this life, then stopping here and remaining a big fish in a small pond is perfectly fine.

But the key point is, he clearly has the potential to go even further, so why can't he try to climb higher? Even if he can't become the head of the phoenix, becoming the body of the phoenix would still be good.

With this thought in mind, Zhang Yang's sense of arrogance immediately vanished.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yang took his little cousin out for a Magic City stroll around Shanghai. He also generously gifted her the bag she had been longing for.

In Zhang Yang's eyes, it was naturally not a particularly expensive bag.

For him, a Louis Vuitton Carryall costing over ten thousand dollars is nothing more than a gift given away without a second thought.

But it's different for my younger cousin. She's a student who lives off her family's allowance, so she doesn't have the money to buy luxury bags. She can only look at them from afar.

"Brother, I absolutely love you! I thought I'd only get my first luxury bag after I started working, I never dreamed I'd actually get one today!" Song Yumeng hugged the bag, extremely excited.

"I'm glad you like it. Don't tell your parents it was a gift from me when you get back. As for where it came from, you can make it up yourself," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"I understand, but I won't tell my parents." Song Yumeng raised her fair chin and made a gesture.

The brother and sister strolled around, with Song Yumeng linking arms with her brother, in high spirits.

"Brother, to be honest, what do you think of Le Yue's sister?" Song Yumeng asked Zhang Yang as they walked.

"You really are my good sister, introducing your brother to a divorced woman." Zhang Yang said half-jokingly, without any other meaning.

"Brother, you know all this?" Song Yumeng was a little embarrassed. "But I heard that Sister Le Yue and her ex-husband were in a contract marriage, they were actually separated, and yet they got tens of millions in their divorce settlement. Aren't you tempted?"

"Hmm, it's alright," Zhang Yang said casually, chuckling it off.

Of course he knew all this, he was just pretending not to know in front of his little cousin.

"If you're interested, hurry up and make your move. I think Sister Le Yue has a good impression of you," Song Yumeng said persistently.

"Don't worry about it," Zhang Yang smiled, occasionally picking up his phone to chat with Bei Wei.

"Brother, who are you chatting with?" Song Yumeng asked curiously as she approached.

"Hey..." Zhang Yang moved his phone away.

Chat messages are such private information; how can I just show them to others? Not even my little cousin.

"You're such a cheapskate." Song Yumeng wrinkled her nose.

"You were just calling me the best brother in the world? And now you're acting like a stingy little thing?" Zhang Yang chuckled as he ruffled his little cousin's hair.

Just as the brother and sister were laughing and joking, another message from Bei Wei arrived.

Zhang Yang picked up his phone and looked at it.

"I'm at home today. I don't think you've come over yet since I moved in. Shall I cook for you tonight?" Bei Wei sent a string of expectant emojis.

Zhang Yang put down his phone and glanced at his younger cousin, who kept stealing glances at him.

"I'll take you somewhere tonight."

"Huh?" Song Yumeng was taken aback, her eyes full of curiosity. "Where?"

Zhang Yang smiled without saying a word, and lowered his head to reply to Bei Wei's message.

"Sure, but I'll be bringing a little assistant with me."

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Evening, inside Lakeville Regency.

Song Yumeng carried the carefully prepared small gift, her expression slightly uneasy.

"I wonder if my sister-in-law will like the gift I prepared. By the way, does she live here? I looked it up, and the houses here are very expensive, costing tens of millions!"

"Right?" Zhang Yang smiled.

He bought the house, how could he not know? But seeing his little cousin's startled reaction, he decided not to tell her, lest she go back and tell everyone.

Of course, what if I accidentally find out later?

That depends on how deep the sibling bond is between him and his younger cousin.

"What kind of person is your sister-in-law?" Song Yumeng couldn't contain her curiosity and pressed on with the question.

"Just call her Sister Bei Wei, calling her sister-in-law... that's a bit premature," Zhang Yang said after thinking for a moment. "Or just call her 'sister,' it'll save you trouble."

"That won't do!" Song Yumeng muttered.

A moment later, at the door of Bei Wei's house.

Zhang Yang knocked on the door, glancing at his younger cousin beside him.

Song Yumeng, carrying her things, took a slightly deeper breath. What was she so nervous about?

"Relax, just treat this like your own home," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"Trying it like home? Aren't you being so informal?" My little cousin's eyes widened.

Just then, the door opened.

"Welcome, welcome." Bei Wei, wearing an apron, had a bright smile on her pretty face. "Please come in."

Inside the house, the lights were on, and the kitchen range hood was running.

Song Yumeng stood there dumbfounded as Bei Wei enthusiastically pulled her inside.

She stared blankly at the girl in front of her, whose skin was incredibly fair, who had a very sweet face, and who looked remarkably young. The words "sister-in-law" that she had prepared just wouldn't come out.

"Hello, sister..."

"Hey, hello, please sit down, please sit down. By the way, why did you bring things? That's such an expense." Bei Wei smiled and pulled Song Yumeng to sit down, then offered her fruit and snacks.

That enthusiasm was practically scorching hot.

Faced with Bei Wei's enthusiasm, Song Yumeng felt a little embarrassed.

She sat upright, sipping her tea slowly while discreetly observing the room.

The house is large and tastefully decorated. On the sofa not far away, various luxury brands are piled up, and on the coffee table in front of it, a Porsche car key is quite conspicuous.

"Please have a seat, little sister. I'll go to the kitchen." Bei Wei warmly pulled Song Yumeng along, exchanging pleasantries before getting up to say hello.

She had barely left when my little cousin couldn't hold back any longer.

"Brother, the sister-in-law you found for me is so beautiful and youthful. She doesn't seem to be much older than me. Oh, and she's so rich too."

She was incredibly excited and grabbed Zhang Yang's arm, shaking it vigorously.

"You're making it sound like I'm the one who got the better deal," Zhang Yang said, amused.

Admittedly, Bei Wei was very beautiful at first, but now Bei Wei's temperament has reached an even higher level, which is all thanks to her good upbringing.

It may sound a bit cliché, but that's the truth.

Time flies and ages us all, but money is always good.

Truly beautiful women are either born that way or they are made that way.

With money to spare, one can be particular about everything from food and clothing to daily necessities. Without the need to work or have any worries, one even has plenty of time to improve oneself and cultivate hobbies. Over time, one naturally develops a composed demeanor, and the years leave no trace of their former glory.

Conversely, if a beautiful woman doesn't eat or dress well, and has to struggle to make a living, she has no time for skincare or to pay attention to her appearance. Her days are filled with mundane chores, and her youthful bloom will end in just a few years.

There are no ageless goddesses, only those who enjoy a carefree life with financial freedom.

Now, he has arranged almost everything in Bei Wei's life, inside and out. It is almost conceivable that, not to mention ten years later, even twenty or thirty years later, she will remain beautiful forever.

"Hehe, I didn't mean that at all. Brother, you're so handsome, Sister Bei Wei is a perfect match for you." The little cousin came over with a grin and hugged Zhang Yang's arm.