Who is this?

Zhang Yang, observing coldly from the sidelines, finally understood what it meant for human nature to be unable to withstand the test.

Under the influence of the Truth Card, the inner thoughts of the younger uncle and aunt were laid bare, ugly yet real, and entirely unsurprising.

"You... you dare say that again?" Zhou Xiaona's face turned deathly pale, incredulous.

"I said divorce, and now, right now, let's go register... After the one-month cooling-off period, we'll go straight to get the divorce certificate!" Song Wenbo roared.

Zhou Xiaona froze for a moment, then went on a rampage, scratching and clawing at him like a madwoman.

"You bastard, you heartless wretch! Everything I've done has been for the family's sake, you ungrateful thing!"

"Stop talking nonsense, let's get a divorce..."

In the blink of an eye, the scene was in chaos.

Zhang Yang glanced around calmly, turned and left the living room. Standing in the courtyard, listening to the commotion behind him, he suddenly felt a bit bored.

He suddenly understood why those wealthy people, after becoming successful, always treated their relatives with a respectful distance, seemingly cold and distant.

Human nature is unpredictable; a small favor can breed resentment, while a large one can breed hatred.

"Perhaps in the future..." Zhang Yang glanced back at his father, who was trying his best to be a peacemaker, and a thought inexplicably flashed through his mind.

Perhaps in the future, my parents should also move to Magic City with me.

They need a new circle of friends.

A moment later, Zhang Yang walked to his Cullinan, got into the car, and drove away without looking back.

Later that evening, at his own villa, Zhang Yang finally waited for Zhang Zhaohai and his wife to return home.

Zhang Zhaohai, on the other hand, appeared to be in normal condition.

Only her mother, Song Wenqin, looked extremely unpleasant.

"Neither of them is any good." Song Wenqin sat down angrily on her sofa. "If they were good-looking, they'd be a match made in heaven. Why are they getting a divorce? They shouldn't go out and cause trouble for others."

"Calm down, calm down," Zhang Zhaohai said, patting Song Wenqin's back.

"Mom, what did they say over there?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile as he sat down beside her, quite curious about what would happen next.

"They're arguing a lot, but this marriage is definitely not going to end in divorce," Song Wenqin shook her head. "But what does it matter if they divorce or not? Anyway, our family and their family will have no further contact... Oh, right, Zhang Yang, this is for you."

As she spoke, Song Wenqin took out a piece of paper.

"What's this?" Zhang Yang picked up the paper and looked at it.

"Your grandmother was furious today and gave you a firm order to have your uncle write this IOU, with this repayment date..." Song Wenqin said after a moment's hesitation.

"Whatever, it's fine if you don't pay me back," Zhang Yang said casually. "Harmony in the family brings prosperity in all things."

"Harmony in the family brings prosperity in all things?" Song Wenqin paused, shook her head, and sighed, "Yes, harmony in the family brings prosperity in all things. I hope they can pray for their own good fortune."

That evening, Zhang Yang took some time out of his busy schedule to chat with Song Yumeng.

"Brother, I apologize to you on behalf of my parents..." Song Yumeng's eyes were red in the video. "They are selfish people at heart, I never thought they would do something like this."

"It's alright, it's all in the past now," Zhang Yang said casually.

Before using the Truth Card, he knew that given his aunt's personality, she might say something unexpected, but after using it, he was still a little surprised.

A person's completely open heart is truly realistic and ugly.

However, no one in the world is perfect. In the end, she was just an ordinary person from the streets.

"I've thought about it. After I graduate from university, I'll start working as soon as possible and stay away from them," my little cousin sobbed. "I'd prefer to find a job in another city."

"Starting to make plans now?" Zhang Yang asked, amused. "Have your parents still argued?"

"They're in a cold war, supposedly going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register for divorce." Song Yumeng wiped her face with a tissue. "But do they think they'll be more desirable after getting divorced? I reckon they'll forget about it before the one-month cooling-off period is over. Humph! Birds of a feather flock together."

"That's how you describe your parents?" Zhang Yang blinked and said, "It's better if they don't get divorced; a family can't just fall apart like that."

"Brother, you're the best," Song Yumeng said, biting her lip. "Even with them in such a state, you still took out 500,000 yuan to pay off their debts. Brother, I'll definitely pay you back once I start working, it'll just be a bit slow, I'll pay you back a portion each month."

"I want you to pay me back?" Zhang Yang shook his head. "Don't worry about the money. Just take care of yourself."

Mingming had an extremely bad impression of her uncle and his wife.

However, Song Yumeng, as their daughter, has a completely different personality from her parents.

Putting everything else aside, his values have always been very sound.

He always cherished his little cousin and didn't want the couple's quarrels to affect Song Yumeng.

"That won't do either. Your money didn't just fall from the sky," the little cousin muttered.

Zhang Yang chuckled to himself.

Actually... it's pretty much the same...

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After that day, the matter was finally put to rest.

At home, Song Wenqin never mentioned Song Wenbo and his wife again, as if the two of them had suddenly disappeared from her life.

Zhang Yang, on the other hand, learned quite a lot from his little cousin from time to time.

During this period, there were definitely arguments, and there was also a cold war.

But it seems that no one has mentioned the divorce again, as if it never happened.

"My dad couldn't hold it in last night and sneaked into my mom's room." That day, Song Yumeng quietly told Zhang Yang this.

Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled, knowing that this divorce was definitely not going to happen.

That's fine.

These two should just make do.

"Hey bro, are you free tomorrow? How about we go to a concert?" Song Yumeng suddenly suggested.

"A concert? You have tickets?" Zhang Yang asked in surprise.

"Hehe... yes." Song Yumeng said mysteriously, "Brother, you just need to go and you'll get it."

Zhang Yang looked into it.

It turns out that the concert Song Yumeng mentioned was a concert held in Tongzhou, a neighboring city, by a popular celebrity. It was quite popular, and it is said that a large number of guest performers were invited.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang suddenly asked in surprise.

He recognized a familiar name on the list of guest performers.

Tian Chuxi?

She's in Tongzhou too?

"Brother, are you coming or not? Please, come with me!" Song Yumeng kept pestering Zhang Yang.

"Alright, I'll go with you." Zhang Yang nodded as if possessed.

It's been quite a while since I last saw Tian Chuxi after Beijing, and I miss her quite a bit. I thought I'd take this opportunity to see her and have a deeper conversation with her.

Tian Chuxi had no idea that his hometown was actually nearby.

"Great!" my little cousin exclaimed, overjoyed.

The two chatted for a few minutes and agreed to go to the concert together the next day.

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The next morning, Zhang Yang drove straight to his uncle's neighborhood.

After waiting for a while, I didn't see my little cousin, but I did see my uncle from a distance.

Because his uncle seemed to have noticed him and was avoiding him.

"That's really..."

Zhang Yang was both amused and exasperated. He suddenly realized there was a good way to distance himself from someone: make them owe him some money.

Well, I've become the creditor.

Now things are really messed up; my uncle is avoiding me like the plague.

Okay, okay.

After quite a while, my younger cousin, dressed in a fresh and pretty way, finally came downstairs.

Then, after a search, they headed straight for Zhang Yang's car.

"Good morning, handsome cousin." Song Yumeng got into the car with a smile, and handed him bread and milk. "Have you had breakfast yet? Here you go, bro."

I couldn't refuse your kind offer.

Zhang Yang smiled as he accepted the bread and milk and began to eat.

Meanwhile, her younger cousin began to immerse herself in the Cullinan's luxury, constantly uttering exclamations of admiration.

She knew that her cousin was no longer the same as before, after all, based on the clues from their last meeting in Magic City and the information she heard from her parents. But this was the first time she had faced such wealth, which far exceeded her social class, so directly.

"Brother, how much money do you have right now?" Song Yumeng made no attempt to hide her shock.

"Guess?" Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Song Yumeng was stunned for a moment. At this moment, she was sitting in the nearly ten million Cullinan, looking at her handsome cousin and feeling the overwhelming aura of wealth. She was speechless for a moment.

My cousin's wealth is beyond description, exceeding many Ws and zeros.

"Alright, let's go." Zhang Yang finished the breakfast his little cousin had brought and gripped the steering wheel.

My little cousin suddenly realized what I meant and quickly nodded gently.

The journey from Yinghai to Tongzhou takes only a little over two hours by car, which is quite fast.

Zhang Yang drove the car at breakneck speed all the way.

When we were almost at Tongzhou, my younger cousin received a phone call.

In the quiet carriage, the phone call from the other end could be heard clearly; it was a male voice.

"Yu Meng, have you arrived in Tongzhou yet? I'll pick you up when you get there, I'll drive my dad's Big G to get you." A boy's laughing voice came from outside. "Oh, right, I bought the extra ticket you asked me to buy too. Um, wait, wasn't that a boy? Who is it?"

"Why are you so curious? You don't need to pick us up, we drove here." Song Yumeng blinked and said.

"Since you're already here, let me do my part as a host. I'll treat you to lunch at my family's restaurant, okay?!" the boy said kindly, practically begging.

Zhang Yang listened for a while and then understood.

Is this probably one of my little cousin's suitors? So, he bought this ticket for her?

After a while, the call ended.

Zhang Yang glanced at his little cousin. "What's going on?"

"Brother, here's what happened." Song Yumeng lightly hugged Zhang Yang's arm, feeling guilty, and said, "A college classmate of mine is from Tongzhou, and he's asked me to go to his concert several times, but I didn't want to go alone with him, so..."

"So you want me to come with you? And even have someone buy the tickets for me?" Zhang Yang was speechless.

"Brother... it's not like I'm not going to give him the money. I'll just give it to him later." Song Yumeng muttered softly, "Actually, I'm quite interested in the concert, but I'm not so interested in him as a person. He's arrogant, likes to show off, and is always bothering me. I was planning to make him give up, but who knew he would take advantage of it."

"Fine, I don't care about you anymore," Zhang Yang said, shaking his head.

Later that evening, the car arrived in Tongzhou.

The phone kept ringing.

"Ugh, I know, stop rushing me, didn't you send me your location? We'll be there in a bit." Song Yumeng said impatiently, then hung up the phone. "Brother, he's so annoying."

"He finally managed to snag my dad's Big G, and he's all set to show it off," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "You should play along a little, don't dampen his enthusiasm."

"Hilarious, he's probably going to be really upset later," Song Yumeng said.

Following the location, Zhang Yang drove to a restaurant in Tongzhou. It was said that the boy's family owned several very popular restaurants in Tongzhou, the kind where it was hard to get a seat.

Hmm, it does have some similarities to the Haiqin Restaurant that his parents run.

"That one over there." Song Yumeng pointed through the car window to a slightly plump, fair-skinned figure on the roadside.

He came from a wealthy family, but Song Yumeng wasn't interested in him; naturally, he wasn't particularly handsome.

At that moment, the young man, dressed in trendy clothes, was leaning against a black Big G, looking dashing and confident, and smiling as he watched the cars go by.

"That's the one over there, right?" Zhang Yang nodded and drove over.

Immediately, the young man looked over with a surprised and shocked expression.

"Don't look at Liao Kai, it's me." Song Yumeng opened the door and stepped out of the Cullinan.

"Huh?" The boy named Liao Kai's eyes widened instantly, staring at the person in front of him in disbelief. "Song Yumeng, you, you, you..."

"What do you mean, 'I'? Did I stutter?" Song Yumeng smiled smugly, then gently hugged Zhang Yang, who had just gotten out of the car, and looked at Liao Kai with interest.

Seeing the handsome figure stepping out of the driver's seat, Liao Kai's face turned deathly pale, and he felt completely terrified.

This is... this is Cullinan Black Badge worth tens of millions, and the owner is this handsome.

For a moment, he felt like a clown.

"Yu Meng, who is this... who is this?" he stammered.

"Let me introduce you, this is my cousin Zhang Yang." Song Yumeng finally revealed a triumphant smile. "Brother, this is Liao Kai."

"Hello." Zhang Yang extended his hand and nodded slightly.

In an instant, Liao Kai felt as if he had returned from hell to heaven, his face turning bright red.

"Hello, cousin."

He hurriedly bent down and grasped Zhang Yang's hands with both of his, trembling slightly. "Welcome, cousin, to Tongzhou!"

His palms were trembling slightly from excitement.

"Cousin... cousin, this way please."

We arrived in Tongzhou around noon, so naturally we went straight to lunch.

Zhang Yang exchanged a few polite words and, without any formality, walked straight into the bustling restaurant.

The young man led the way respectfully, guiding Zhang Yang into a private room and bringing him a menu.

"Cousin, these are all local specialties, please order whatever you like. By the way, cousin, do you drink? Should I have someone bring over a bottle of Moutai?" he asked with particular solicitity.

"I won't drink any alcohol." Zhang Yang flipped through a couple of pages, handed the menu to Song Yumeng, and said, "You order."

Song Yumeng blinked, and without being polite, she flipped through the menu and ordered a bunch of things.

After ordering, the food was returned to Liao Kai, who then called over the waiter and gave him a long explanation.

"I never expected that the ticket Yu Meng asked me to buy was for my cousin. I'm so honored," Liao Kai said, rubbing his hands together.

"Did I disturb you?" Zhang Yang asked.

"No, no, I'm overjoyed!" Liao Kai quickly replied. "This is truly... truly an honor to have you here."