I'm Also Worthy?

Zhou Wencheng was taken aback, thinking he had misheard. After a while, he gave a faint laugh.

"It's alright, it's not surprising that young people are a little proud."

He seemed quite magnanimous, like an elder who wouldn't hold a grudge against a young person.

He immediately looked away, deciding to stop looking at Zhang Yang altogether.

Zhou Xiaona watched Zhang Yang from afar, her expression changing several times, but she ultimately held back.

"Zhang Yang, you're amazing. You didn't give them any face at all." Li Kaiguang leaned closer to Zhang Yang and whispered with admiration. "Actually, I thought the same thing as you. My aunt's family is such a big shot, so particular about everything. They just sit there waiting for people to toast them, and everyone fawns over them, especially my dad."

"Aren't you the same?" Zhang Yang looked at Li Kaiguang with amusement.

"I... I was just being polite, I wasn't flattering him at all," Li Kaiguang explained. "Anyway, offering a toast won't hurt me, there's no need to give others something to gossip about."

"Me too. I'll toast those I'm willing to toast, and as for those I don't want to toast, what do other people think of me or what they say about me behind my back matter?" Zhang Yang smiled, picked up his wine glass, and got up to walk to another table.

At that table, the elders and aunts were all present. As a junior, I was offering a toast to my elders.

Of course.

Inside the private room, Zhang Yang's figure, illuminated by the lights, appeared even more elegant and graceful, with an unparalleled charm and an aura that made him seem like a dragon among men.

The aunts at the table all looked at Zhang Yang with admiration in their eyes, praising him unanimously.

"Our Zhang Yang, with his looks and physique, is truly more outstanding than... what those celebrities... idols, that's what they say, right?"

"Third sister, you are truly blessed to have given birth to such a son."

At this table, Zhang Yang made sure to toast everyone, from the elderly to the seniors, without missing a single one.

Back at the table, we toasted everyone, from my uncle to my brother.

Of course, some people were overlooked.

Everyone could see that Zhang Yang was doing it on purpose.

Zhou Wencheng stared at Zhang Yang, then smiled, glanced at the child beside him, and teased him for a while.

Zhou Xiaona grabbed Song Wenbo and tried to leave.

In the corridor outside the private room.

"Those two, father and son, are they doing this on purpose? Today is my birthday! My birthday!" Zhou Xiaona finally couldn't hold back her anger any longer. "And what's wrong with your good nephew? Are you deliberately offending people?"

She vented her pent-up anger on Song Wenbo.

"He...he's your nephew too!" Song Wenbo stammered.

"Don't say that. We're not related by blood at all." Zhou Xiaona sneered. "Give me back my nephew. Is this how my nephew tries to sow discord between me?"

She launched into a tirade of angry words.

Song Wenbo was actually quite angry and frustrated.

Putting everything else aside, when Zhou Xiaona was introducing her third brother-in-law, why did she have to add that he had run her family's restaurant? Wasn't that intentional?

And then there's her relative's family—oh my, they're so difficult to please! They won't even accept a symbolic glass of beverage; they're so particular about everything.

Furthermore, it's one thing to not allow smoking indoors, but it's another to not allow people to smoke outside.

If Zhang Yang is putting on airs, then Zhou Wencheng and his entire family are putting on airs on a whole different level.

"Huh? Brother Wen Cheng, why are you all out here?" Zhou Xiaona, who was scolding him, suddenly changed her expression and looked to the side.

Inside the door, Zhou Wencheng walked straight out.

"I came out for some fresh air; it's too stuffy in there, it's giving me a headache," he said. "And it's so noisy."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiaona looked even more embarrassed.

"By the way, Brother Wen Cheng, please don't take what happened just now to heart. He's just a kid, he doesn't know any better."

"A child?" Upon hearing this, Zhou Wencheng couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Xiaona, how old is your nephew this year?"

"It seems so..." Zhou Xiaona looked at Song Wenbo.

"Twenty-five, my nephew is twenty-five," Song Wenbo quickly said.

"You're twenty-five? Still acting like a kid?" Zhou Wencheng said with a half-smile. "Back when I was twenty-five, I was already quite the expert at dinner parties, drinking parties, and business meetings."

He said a couple of things, then changed the subject.

"But since he's achieved some success, he must be quite arrogant and is deliberately targeting me, right?"

"No, no, it was just his oversight, please don't take it to heart." Zhou Xiaona apologized repeatedly, then nudged Song Wenbo hard, "Apologize to Brother Wen Cheng!"

"I..." Song Wenbo was speechless. "Apologize?"

"No need, I was just saying it offhand, just joking." Zhou Wencheng glanced at Song Wenbo. "Anyway, he's your relative, whether he respects me or not is none of my business, we don't have any dealings anyway."

He said this, waved casually, and prepared to leave.

Zhou Xiaona glared at Song Wenbo, then jogged a few steps to catch up with Zhou Wencheng, calling out, "Brother Wen Cheng, Brother Wen Cheng!"

"Hmm? Xiaona, is there anything else?" Zhou Wencheng stopped again and turned around to ask, puzzled.

"Um..." Zhou Xiaona stammered, "I told you a while ago, about what you promised me?"

Zhou Wencheng's eyes went blank for a moment, then he seemed to finally remember.

"Oh... I remember now, you said you wanted to borrow money to tide you over, right?"

"Yes, yes," Zhou Xiaona said hastily.

"I just noticed that your restaurant is doing quite well. Are you short of money?" Zhou Wencheng said with a smile.

"I'd like to expand the business, but I'm a little short on cash right now," Zhou Xiaona said hesitantly. "But I promise I'll pay you back soon."

"Hmm..." Zhou Wencheng hesitated for a moment, just about to speak.

As luck would have it, Zhou Wencheng's wife, Ding Qi, came out of the private room carrying their child and coughed lightly.

"Husband."

"Excuse me, Xiaona, I'm going out for a walk with my wife." Zhou Wencheng nodded, making no mention of what he was about to say, and turned to leave.

Standing there, Zhou Xiaona watched the departing figure, her expression shifting uncertainly.

"Look at the way his wife looks, she had no intention of lending him the money at all," Song Wenbo said indignantly from the side.

"You still dare to talk back!" Zhou Xiaona suddenly turned to Song Wenbo, "If this doesn't work out, it'll all be the fault of your relatives, one by one..."

She left after saying that.

Standing there, Song Wenbo gritted his teeth, "You keep saying 'we're family,' what does that mean? Are you treating us like two separate families?"

At the corner of the corridor in the distance.

Ding Qi, radiating youthful energy, nestled close to Zhou Wencheng and asked, "Honey, are you really planning to lend money to your cousin?"

"It's not much money," Zhou Wencheng said casually, teasing the child.

"Your cousin's relatives are quite unreasonable. If you ask me, it's fine to lend money, but to be treated badly after lending money is unacceptable," Ding Qi said seemingly casually.

"Her relatives haven't given any response, so why should she lend them the money?"

As she spoke, the image of that incredibly handsome boy from earlier inexplicably flashed through her mind, along with his unintentionally arrogant demeanor.

"Then let's not lend it for now," Zhou Wencheng said casually. "We don't have much contact anyway."

In the evening, Zhou Xiaona's birthday party was drawing to a close.

Everyone took the cake, ready to make a wish and cut it.

The lights are off.

For some reason, Zhou Xiaona's face looked as if she had something on her mind in the candlelight.

Finally, the banquet came to an end.

Everyone who needs to leave has left, and everyone who needs to disperse has dispersed.

Zhang Zhaohai and Zhang Yang walked together, and the two of them looked at the group of people ahead.

"Your aunt's relatives are really quite wealthy," he joked. "They're so particular... it's driving me crazy."

He took out a cigarette and lit one casually.

"That evening, I saw Zhou Wencheng's wife looking extremely uncomfortable. She kept glancing at the dishes on the table, looking at this one and that one, but none of them were palatable to her."

"She's a rich woman, how can you compare her to me?" Zhang Yang smiled.

They followed the crowd out of the corridor, down the stairs of the restaurant, and outside.

Outside the restaurant, relatives exchanged pleasantries, said goodbye, and bid each other farewell.

Zhou Wencheng's family was still surrounded by a bunch of relatives, and they were showered with compliments.

"Brother Wen Cheng, come visit often when you have time." Zhou Xiaona stood to the side, hesitant to speak, her expression quite complicated. "Give my regards to your uncle."

"Definitely, definitely." Zhou Wencheng nodded with a smile, and handed the car keys to the driver. "Go and bring the car over."

Zhou Xiaona's mother also came over and chatted with her, making small talk.

"Okay, okay, I understand, Fourth Aunt." Zhou Wencheng nodded somewhat perfunctorily, just going through the motions.

A moment later, a black Lorinser Gulfstream slowly approached.

The Lorinser Gulfstream, modified by one of Mercedes-Benz's top three tuning companies (alongside Brabus), naturally made a grand entrance.

"Wow, what kind of van is this? It's so high-end, but I can't even name it."

"Lorinser, a modified Mercedes-Benz, the epitome of luxury. This one probably costs around two million."

There were bursts of discussion all around.

"Mr. Zhou." The driver of the Lorinser Gulfstream lowered the car window and nodded slightly.

"Honey, the baby and I will get in the car first." Ding Qi opened the car door.

Suddenly, the luxurious interior was revealed to everyone.

Ding Qi, holding the baby, got into the car with her aunt, exuding the air of a wealthy woman.

Zhou Wencheng turned around and smiled, taking in everyone's expressions.

His gaze naturally fell upon Zhang Yang, Zhou Xiaona's nephew, a young man who had become arrogant after achieving some minor success.

This is just the beginning; he possesses far more than what's right now.

"Xiaona, we have some things to do later, so it's inconvenient for us to give people a ride. Look at your relatives, it's not convenient for them to go back. Could you make arrangements?" He casually pointed to the people next to him and said.

"It's alright, it's alright, we'll arrange it ourselves."

"Yes, yes, you guys go ahead, we need to go back to the restroom."

Several aunts and uncles chimed in.

"Brother Wen Cheng, um... I know." Zhou Xiaona looked back, pondering how to send the elderly people back later.

At this moment, Zhang Yang put away his phone and looked at his relatives.

"No need for that, our car is more than enough."

"Yes, Mom, you'll come with us then." Song Wenqin also came out and took her grandmother's arm, saying, "It's not convenient for some of the elderly to come with us."

It seems that the three cars that came today did have some practical effect.

"Zhang Yang, shall I go with your Porsche later? I took a taxi here today," Li Kaiguang said with a smile.

"No Porsche today," Zhang Yang said with a smile, casually pressing his car key and walking towards his Cullinan.

In the darkness not far away, the horizontal headlights of the black Cullinan flashed twice.

All eyes were drawn to it.

The Rolls-Royce family's signature Parthenon grille, the Spirit of Ecstasy of solemnity, majesty, and boundless luxury all contribute to the car's appeal.

"This... this..." Li Kaiguang's eyes widened, his lips trembling.

"Cullinan?!"

A moment later, the Cullinan slowly drove up and stopped at the bottom of the restaurant steps.

Everyone was able to experience firsthand the elegance of this Rolls -Rolls-Royce, a luxury car worth over nine million yuan.

The Lorinser was luxurious, but compared to the Cullinan, it was instantly overshadowed.

"Who's riding in my car?" Zhang Yang asked, rolling down the window.

Li Kaiguang seemed to wake from a dream, his face flushed with excitement, "Zhang Yang, let me sit down, let me sit down."

He excitedly ran to the passenger seat and got into the car, trembling with excitement.

"Mom, ride in my car." Song Wenqin waved the Bentley car keys in her hand and drove the glacier-white Bentley Flying Spur over.

In the distance, in the darkness of the night, the Maybach's meteor lights suddenly illuminated.

On both sides of the car doors, the illuminated Maybach logo and the unfolded angel wing welcome lights shine like dazzling stars in the night.

A family of three, three cars.

Cullinan, Bentley, and Maybach approached one after another and stopped in front of the restaurant.

Three top-of-the-line luxury cars, worth over nine million, four million, and four million respectively... Instantly, one is overwhelmed by worldly wealth.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhou Wencheng stood frozen in place, his expression frozen, his heart clenching as if it had been squeezed into a ball.

Cullinan, Maybach, Bentley.

Was he dreaming? Was he still in Yinghai, still at his cousin's ordinary birthday party?

"Honey, why aren't you getting in the car yet?"

On the Lorinser, Ding Qi saw her husband standing outside, and curiously leaned out to ask him a question.

Then, following her husband's gaze.

She was stunned.

"What kind of family is this?"

Cullinan, Maybach, Bentley?

Such immense wealth was completely concealed from view just now.

She considers herself a wealthy lady now and thinks she's something special, but look at that third aunt, that's what true elegance and grace are all about.

The crowd that had been surrounding them just moments before suddenly dispersed and swarmed over. The same compliments were now used tenfold or even more lavishly on that family.

At this moment, their surroundings suddenly became deserted and desolate.

"I just... I actually wanted someone to toast me?" Zhou Wencheng muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

What kind of family can own three luxury cars at the same time? And yet, I was just sitting there, putting on airs, waiting to be toasted, even acting like some kind of know-it-all, hoping someone would toast me?

"Me... do I even deserve it?"