A Luxurious Family

"This is... Patek Philippe?" Meng Baihan's mouth dropped open as she stared at Zhang Yang in astonishment. "This watch must be very expensive, right?"

In her mind, Patek Philippe was like the ceiling of a watch.

Starting with a few hundred thousand is like playing a game.

This was just a gift Zhang Yang casually gave her?

"It's alright," Zhang Yang smiled, unconcerned.

"Oh no, that won't do." Teacher Meng laughed, standing on tiptoe behind Zhang Yang and hugging his neck. "You say it's okay, then it must be very expensive... Tell me quickly..."

"That's about 1.9 million," Zhang Yang finally gave the figure after being pestered by Teacher Meng's persistent questions.

It's actually more than just the 1.9 million in front of us!

It's worth noting that this watch also comes with a super buff: as long as Meng Baihan wears it, it generates 0.1 yuan every second. Over a year, this brings Teacher Meng over two million yuan in exclusive spending money.

If this money isn't used on her, who else could it be used on?

"One million nine hundred thousand?!" Teacher Meng exclaimed in surprise.

The next second, she opened her arms and hugged Zhang Yang's waist tightly, her heart instantly filled with a sweet feeling, as if it were soaked in honey.

"Zhang Yang, why are you so good to me?"

Zhang Yang smiled and stroked Teacher Meng's long hair in his arms. "Still something on your mind?"

"How annoying..." Teacher Meng said softly, leaning against her chest.

Her eyes welled up with shyness, but a wave of guilt washed over her.

Just now, she actually asked Zhang Yang that kind of question, even if she said it indirectly.

Does it seem important now?

She just gave me a watch worth nearly two million yuan like that. Doesn't that prove something? What else could she be but her girlfriend?

Even assuming the worst, how could a guy like that only have one girl in his life? And even if he has other girls around him, why can't you strive to be the most important and special one?

"Zhang Yang, it was my fault just now. I shouldn't have asked such a difficult question," Meng Baihan said, looking up at him.

"So I've given you the answer," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

The next second, a sweet aroma wafted over.

Teacher Meng stood on tiptoe and gave him the most fervent and passionate response.

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As evening fell, Meng Baihan returned home, his heart filled with joy all day.

Throughout the journey, she would subtly and intentionally hold her wrist.

She is not materialistic, but values sincerity.

And without a doubt, the sentiment on her wrist at this moment weighs a ton.

"This must be love."

Meng Baihan hummed a song as he returned home.

As soon as she opened the door, she was slightly taken aback.

She noticed that her parents and older brother were all home, and the family was sitting together chatting about something.

"You're back." As soon as Meng Mingfeng saw Meng Baihan, he quickly patted the sofa next to him with a smile. "Come, come, sit here. You can give me some advice."

"What are you doing, the whole family acting so mysteriously?"

Meng Baihan muttered something to himself and sat down.

"Little sister, I have something I wanted to ask you about," Meng Mingfeng said with a smile, looking down. "It's about giving my sister a gift. Can you give me some advice?"

"Giving gifts, bro, aren't you good at this kind of thing?" Meng Baihan asked curiously, "Are you planning to give a gift to that designer you mentioned last time? I think his name is..."

She fell into deep thought, a name seemingly about to slip out.

"You can't say that!" Meng Mingfeng exclaimed, startled. He quickly stopped him, "Remember this, this is just a friend your brother knew from work. There's absolutely nothing else between us. Don't misunderstand."

Meng Baihan looked at his older brother, whose face was a little pale, and found it really strange.

Is it really necessary?

Even if it's a misunderstanding, there's no need to be this scared, is there?

"It's like this," Meng Baoliang finally couldn't help but speak up. "I introduced your brother to a girlfriend. She comes from a scholarly family, a very good family. Your brother somehow found out her birthday and is struggling to decide what gift to give her."

"Just cater to her interests," Meng Baihan said with a smile, perking up. "Find out her preferences and personality. If all else fails, show me her social media posts, and I'll help you analyze them."

"Okay, then you help me take a look. If it's really that easy to give, I won't hesitate anymore," Meng Mingfeng said with a smile. "I just want to leave a good impression, but I don't want to seem too vulgar. You know, they come from a scholarly family and aren't materialistic."

Meng Baihan blinked, took Meng Mingfeng's phone, and started looking at it.

"Yeah, I like pets, love sharing my daily life, and have a slightly artsy and artsy vibe..."

"I love traveling, I love listening to music, and I attend every concert and music festival..."

As she read, she analyzed in a low voice. Meng Mingfeng, who was listening nearby, listened with his eyes growing brighter and brighter, nodding repeatedly.

"As expected, girls understand girls best! Great! That's wonderful!"

He already had an idea.

"Now you know what to do, right?" Meng Baihan smiled and handed the phone to Meng Mingfeng. "In short, no matter what, you have to make the girl feel your sincerity and care. Really... sometimes that might just be the key, hitting her right in the heart."

Meng Mingfeng sighed and nodded, then seemed to have thought of something.

"Oh, by the way, what gifts has Mr. Zhang ever given you?"

Meng Baoliang and his wife also subconsciously looked over.

It wasn't about the value of the gift, but rather about assessing Meng Baihan's importance in the other person's heart.

This is evident from the gifts they received.

"Huh?" Meng Baihan casually raised his wrist and gently rolled up his sleeve. "Does this... count?"

Beneath the sleeve, the gleam of Patek Philippe flashed by.

The other three immediately crowded around.

"Patek Philippe!" Meng Mingfeng exclaimed.

What boy doesn't know Patek Philippe? It's a top-tier luxury watch brand, the pinnacle of watches, the ultimate graduation edition of high-end timepieces, something he can only dream of but never reach.

"As expected of Mr. Zhang, this is quite a generous gesture... By the way, which model is this?"

"I don't really know either." Meng Baihan generously showed everyone his wrist.

It wasn't about showing off.

Just by looking at the expressions on her parents' and even her brother's faces, she could sense Zhang Yang's feelings for her.

It would be a lie to say I'm not happy.

"Let me see, let me see." Meng Mingfeng leaned over and looked at the phone, fiddled with it for a bit, and easily found the corresponding style.

Then, he slumped weakly onto the sofa.

"Good sister, I'm begging you!"

"What watch? How much?" Meng Baoliang immediately asked about money, drawing a fierce glare from his mother.

"How could Mr. Zhang's spending be small?" Meng Mingfeng's voice trembled as he pointed at the watch on the young woman's wrist. "A watch with a list price of around 1.9 million yuan, this young woman is literally wearing an ordinary family's house on her wrist... Truly, great skill appears clumsy, great skill appears clumsy!"

He suddenly had a flash of insight.

When it comes to giving gifts, all the worries and anxieties are trivial compared to the power of money.

Is a million-dollar watch a token of affection?

After all this agonizing, the truth is, I simply don't have the means to make such a lavish gesture.

If you really throw out a gift worth a million, who cares what kind of family background or social standing the girl comes from? What girl can't you win over? Who dares to say that their gift lacks sincerity?

"It still has to be General Manager Zhang!"

As a fellow man, his admiration for Zhang Yang at this moment was boundless and as vast as the ocean.

To put it bluntly, even if he hadn't thought about the past, he wouldn't have dared to chase after the girl he was with if she were stolen away again in the future.

Such a man is destined to possess the rare resource of beautiful women.

"What, almost two million? For a house?"

Meng Baoliang stood up and muttered to himself, seemingly lost in some kind of trance.

How much does his laundry factory earn after a year of backbreaking work?

For the sake of business, this boss had to beg and plead with people countless times, trying to please them. But in the end, the profits of one or two years couldn't even compare to the gifts that General Manager Zhang casually gave him.

Why!

In the past, he would have been more than happy to send his daughter to be a concubine.

Seeing the family's continuous exclamations of amazement, Meng Baihan was naturally extremely proud.

Who doesn't enjoy being envied?

Even if it comes from family.

"I'm going back to my room first, you two can continue chatting." With a sweet smile, Meng Baihan got up to go back to her room.

Only Meng Mingfeng and his parents remained in the living room.

Looking at the gift he had prepared for the girl, Meng Mingfeng felt somewhat awkward and embarrassed.

Compared to this, his own gift seemed like a joke.

Um.

All that's left is the so-called sentiment.

"Why are you so discouraged?" Meng Baoliang laughed and patted his son on the shoulder. "That's President Zhang, after all. Comparing yourself to him is just making things difficult for yourself. Alright, cheer up and go after your girlfriend."

Meng Mingfeng glanced at his father and muttered to himself.

Of course you're pleased.

On one side are your daughter, and on the other is your son. You're trying to win from both sides, aren't you?

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For the next two days, Zhang Yang was busy with something.

Helping my parents move.

Ever since the completion of their villa at Purple Garden No. 1, Zhang Zhaohai and his wife have been discussing moving.

However, since the house had just been renovated, and with safety as the top priority, the couple still hired a third-party agency to test the formaldehyde levels.

The final result was naturally a happy one for everyone.

This detached villa has completely met the requirements for moving in; all that's left is for everything to be in place.

So, the couple has been busy preparing things for their home these past two days.

Zhang Yang, the son, naturally didn't sit idly by and stepped in to help his family solve their problems.

The hard furnishings in the house are all done, but the soft furnishings are still lacking.

The home appliances are also somewhat lacking.

With a single phone call from Zhang Yang, all sorts of things were arranged to be sent over.

Hästens, a Swedish handcrafted bedding brand, offers pieces worth millions.

The entire set of Fendi furniture, including a women's jewelry display case, is worth five or six hundred thousand yuan.

A 110-inch Samsung giant screen costs over a million.

Such lavish displays naturally attracted the attention of the surrounding neighbors, especially with the Cullinan BB, Bentley, and Maybach frequently appearing at the villa...

What an incredible family they must be!

Finally, the neighbors couldn't hold back any longer and came up enthusiastically to introduce themselves, trying to build a good relationship.

These past two days, the doorstep of my house has been practically worn down by people coming and going.

"We'll be neighbors from now on, so we'll definitely keep in touch."

"Yes, yes, I promise."

Zhang Zhaohai, feeling quite pleased with himself, once again saw a neighbor off at the door.

On the living room table are small gifts from neighbors who came to visit and congratulate me on moving to my new home... I've received quite a few of these kinds of small gifts in the past two days.

"Our new home... is truly complete."

After dropping off his neighbor, Zhang Zhaohai looked at the furnishings of the house and sighed deeply.

Of course, he also had a general idea of how much these things cost.

All that's left is astonishment.

Without his son's support, he would never dare to be so extravagant. It's not that he wouldn't dare, but he simply didn't have the financial means.

The son's wealth seemed inexhaustible.

Every time I guess, I'm wrong.

Eventually, even he, as the father, stopped trying to guess.

Who cares? Just enjoy it.

Zhang Yang listened from the side with a smile on his face, but said nothing.

He knew how shocked his father was.

But compared to his mansion, the Magic City, Beijing, and Hangzhou are nothing but dwarfs.

There's no way around it; the area is limited, and there's not much room for maneuver.

If you were to have a huge space like those in Beijing or Hangzhou, you could get the desired effect for any price; that's what you call a renovation costing hundreds of millions.

"Dad, what should we say at the housewarming party?"

He asked it casually.

"No problem, just use our Haiqin Restaurant. We'll invite everyone over for a get-together." Zhang Zhaohai waved his hand and said.

Zhang Yang originally planned to suggest going directly to the Four Seasons Hotel.

After all, it was our home turf, but since Dad had already made his decision, we let it go.

"Please invite my uncle's family as well."

"Of course we should invite them." Zhang Zhaohai's expression was somewhat strange. "But even if we invite their family, given their temperament, they'll probably throw up a sour grapes."

The father and son exchanged a glance and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

My uncle's family, who were once so arrogant, have now fallen into such a state.

Zhang Zhaohai, who used to work as a cook at their family's restaurant, now owns luxury cars and mansions, and his life is booming.

This kind of comparison is too much for anyone to handle!

"Oh dear, your mom's back. Never mind, never mind." Zhang Zhaohai seemed to hear the noise and quickly shut up, giving Zhang Yang a wink.

A moment later, the villa gate opened, and sure enough, Song Wenqin had returned.

"I went to my mom's again today. Seriously... I really don't know how Song Wenbo and his wife manage to play the victim in front of my mom. It seems like every time I visit her, she nags me, both openly and subtly."

Song Wenqin put down the dishes in her hand and shook her head helplessly.

"Wife, if it's really too much, why don't you help your brother and his family? It's just a matter of borrowing money, you can lend them some," Zhang Zhaohai said.

"A small favor is appreciated, but a large one breeds resentment. I'm afraid lending them money won't bring them any good, so it's better not to lend at all." Song Wenqin shook her head, sticking to her original idea.

No, I won't lend it.

"Then the relationship between our two families is..." Zhang Zhaohai clicked his tongue.

"If they don't want to associate with us, then they don't have to. I'm just worried that they might turn around and keep an eye on us." Song Wenqin said inexplicably, looking at the luxurious room.