What Kind of Family Is This?

Inside Zhang Yang's hometown, there was a lively atmosphere filled with laughter and joy.

The elderly couple, Mr. and Mrs. Zhang, were all smiles as they warmly welcomed their guests, their nephew Zhang Junwei and his family who had come from afar.

"Junwei, we're already very happy that you made a special trip to see your sixth uncle and aunt, and you even spent money to buy us these things," Old Zhang said with a smile. "Come, come, have some fruit. Your parents are in good health now, aren't they?"

The table was covered with fruits and tea, and in a corner of the living room were milk and health supplements, all brought by Zhang Junwei.

"Sixth Uncle, my parents are in good health, just a few minor ailments, nothing serious," Zhang Junwei said with a smile.

"That's good." Old Zhang nodded repeatedly. "Since you've come all this way, don't rush off. You can go to the city with Zhang Yang later. I'll have Zhao Hai arrange it so you two brothers can have a good drink."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Junwei and his daughter Zhang Yuying exchanged a glance.

"Sixth Uncle, really, there's no need." Zhang Junwei shook his head, took the old man's hand, and said, "Next time, definitely next time. I have something to take care of this time."

"Yes, Sixth Grandpa, we'll definitely have a proper get-together next time," Zhang Yuying added.

"Next time... who knows when next time will be?" Old Zhang glanced up. "Let's skip the pleasantries. You rarely come all this way, and you're just going to sit for such a short while before leaving? Not even enough time for a meal?"

With his sixth uncle speaking, Zhang Junwei had no choice but to agree, while winking at his daughter in the process.

The father and daughter quickly reached an agreement.

After a short while, the four of them sat down and chatted while drinking tea, naturally talking about everyday matters.

After all, it's been quite a few years since we last met; if we really wanted to chat, we'd have plenty to talk about.

"By the way, Sixth Uncle, what's Zhang Yang doing now?" Zhang Junwei asked with interest, shelling peanuts. "Girlfriend? He should have one by now at his age, right? He'll get married in a couple of years, then I can be there for his wedding."

"I don't understand what it's about, and I can't explain it," Old Zhang waved his hand. "Girlfriend? I haven't seen a trace of her."

"Maybe we'll agree on something but not bring her back," Zhang Junwei chuckled. "Then we'll bring your granddaughter-in-law and great-grandson along, giving you double the joy."

Old Zhang and his wife loved hearing these words, and their faces crinkled with laughter.

"I wonder if Zhang Yang has changed now." Zhang Yuying chuckled and teased, "Back when Zhang Yang first entered university, he was a little chubby. I wanted to introduce him to a girlfriend, but he was too embarrassed to even go."

Old Zhang was stunned for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"Change... this... entering society, you're bound to change to some extent."

"Sixth Grandpa, now that you mention it, Zhang Yang must have changed a lot. Hmm, he must be a handsome young man now," Zhang Yuying said with a smile. "If he needs one, I can even introduce him to a girlfriend."

As they were talking and laughing, the sound of a car suddenly came from the courtyard outside.

"Zhang Yang is here." Old Zhang stood up, supporting himself on his knees.

Zhang Junwei and Zhang Yuying exchanged a glance, both smiling, and prepared to greet him.

After several years apart, he was genuinely curious about how much the naive young man who had just entered university had changed and what he looked like now.

The four of them walked out of the yard and saw the black Cullinan just stop there.

As soon as the car door opened, a tall and handsome figure stepped out.

The figure had thin lips and a straight nose, and was handsome and elegant. Every move he made exuded a captivating aura, as if the male protagonist in a novel had stepped into reality.

Upon seeing the figure before her, Zhang Yuying froze on the spot, completely bewildered.

Who is this handsome guy?

"Hello, Uncle, and hello, Sister Yuying." Zhang Yang walked over with a smile. "Long time no see, Sister Yuying, you've become more and more beautiful."

"Zhang Yang?!" Zhang Yuying finally reconciled the figure in front of her with the one in her memory.

Then, he opened his mouth with a gasp of surprise.

How could this be?! How is this possible?! That slightly chubby, insecure boy has actually transformed into the god-like figure before our eyes?!

"Zhang Yang, is that really you?" Zhang Yuying stepped forward in disbelief, almost looking up at the tall figure before her. "What have you been through all these years?"

"That's not a long time," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "It hasn't been that many years, has it?"

Beside him, Zhang Junwei stared intently at the black car in front of him.

Rolls-Royce Cullinan.

It's still the BB version.

He's part of a circle of successful middle-aged men. While none of them own a Rolex, they're all quite knowledgeable and can discuss things like cars and watches, showing they're all somewhat knowledgeable.

This car in front of you costs eight or nine million!

The young man from back then, fresh out of college, still green and inexperienced, and now? Driving Cullinan, wearing... hiss!

His gaze froze again, and he stood there stunned.

Because he saw the Patek Philippe on Zhang Yang's wrist, which looked absolutely authentic, and given its complexity, it was definitely not an ordinary Patek Philippe model. The price was probably an unbelievable astronomical figure.

Has my cousin really made it big?

Thinking back to what we just talked about, things like what we're doing now and whether we have a girlfriend... isn't that ridiculous?

This one is my nephew...

To be completely truthful, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he could change girlfriends every single day of the year, and they would all be beautiful girls.

As for why not two a day, that would be too tiring. One a day keeps things fresh and maximizes comfort.

"Oh, my dear nephew, it's been so many years!" Zhang Junwei laughed heartily, his voice filled with eagerness. "Uncle has missed you so much! Come on, give me a hug!"

He opened his arms, wanting to give Zhang Yang a proper hug.

Zhang Yang smiled and hugged his uncle.

During the years he studied in the Harbor City, his uncle's family treated him very well. Moreover, his uncle was a very capable and impeccable person. So even though they hadn't been in contact for many years, Zhang Yang's impression of his uncle remained as strong as ever.

"Come on in, let's go inside and sit down," Grandpa Zhang said with a smile.

Everyone walked into the living room together, and Zhang Yang first reported to the old man on the progress of the matter.

"Grandpa, the house has been arranged for you. You don't need to worry about the renovations; just wait to move in." Zhang Yang handed the keys and other belongings to the old man.

Standing to the side, Zhang Junwei was somewhat curious and asked another question.

"Zhang Yang bought me a house in a nearby new rural villa area, saying it was to improve our living environment," Grandpa Zhang said happily. "I've come to terms with it; I'll listen to the young people. Whatever they say, we'll do. If they bought a house for the two of us old folks, then we'll move in."

"That's wonderful news, Uncle Liu!" Zhang Junwei quickly chimed in, "It shows Zhang Yang is filial. Look, he's even thinking of buying you a house as a token of his respect. You and Aunt Liu don't need to worry about anything; you can just enjoy your retirement."

"Yes, that makes sense. We're not going to worry about it anymore, and we don't have the energy to worry about it either," Grandpa Zhang nodded and smiled.

While they were having tea, Zhang Yang called Zhang Zhaohai early in the morning to tell him about his uncle's stay with his grandfather.

"What?! You came without telling me?!" Zhang Zhaohai's voice rose, clearly surprised. "Son, give the phone to your uncle. I'll say a few words to him. Since you're here, you should at least stay for a meal."

Zhang Yang smiled and handed the phone to his uncle so he could talk to his father.

A moment later, Zhang Junwei, holding his phone, smiled and exchanged pleasantries for quite a while.

"Yes, yes, I just arrived."

"Brother, it's not that I didn't want to tell you, it's just that Yu Ying and I came here on business, and we didn't want to bother you."

"Oh, really, you're too kind."

"Alright, alright, I understand. We'll be going to bother you then."

After saying a lot, he handed the phone back to Zhang Yang with a sigh.

"Nephew, your father is too kind."

"Of course, Uncle. It's perfect for you and Dad to have a couple more drinks," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

The group sat for a while longer before getting up to head to Yinghai City.

Grandpa Zhang are old and don't like to travel around, so they stay in their hometown. Only Zhang Yang and his cousin and daughter go there.

A moment later, two cars, Cullinan in front and Lexus behind, left Zhang Yang's hometown one after the other, heading straight for Yinghai City.

About half an hour later, the car arrived in Yinghai City and headed straight for Purple Garden No. 1.

The Lexus stopped before even reaching the villa area.

"Uncle, what are you doing? You can just go directly there, there's really no need to buy anything." Zhang Yang looked at the father and daughter getting out of the car with amusement. "You've already given a gift to my grandfather, there's really no need to buy anything else."

"No, no, I can't just show up empty-handed." Zhang Junwei waved his hands repeatedly. "Your dad smokes and drinks too, right?"

"Uncle, really, there's no need," Zhang Yang said, shaking his head.

Zhang Junwei paid no attention to any of this and went straight to the tobacco and liquor store at the entrance of Purple Garden No. 1 without saying a word.

In a villa area, the surrounding commercial facilities are of high quality rather than numerous; there are Wuliangye and Moutai specialty stores.

A short while later, he came out carrying Moutai and some good cigarettes.

"Come on, it's not far now, let's walk in," Zhang Junwei said with a smile.

Zhang Yang blinked.

The gifts my uncle brought were undeniably extravagant, but that's just how the world is: when you're poor, no one cares even in the bustling city; when you're rich, distant relatives flock to you even in the remote mountains. My uncle's behavior was actually quite normal.

He said a few polite words, and that was the end of it.

They've willingly brought generous gifts, hoping to reconnect with relatives they haven't seen in years. It wouldn't be right for you to let them arrive empty-handed, would it?

A moment later, the three of them entered the Purple Garden No. 1 Villa Complex.

As one of the few high-end villa communities in Yinghai, Purple Garden No. 1 boasts a tranquil and beautiful environment amidst the bustling city.

As Zhang Junwei and his daughter Zhang Yuying walked through the villa, looking at the surrounding environment and feeling the atmosphere that clearly belonged to the elite of Yinghai, they were filled with emotion.

Although their family was quite well-off, owning several properties, the difference in their circumstances was immediately apparent when compared to others.

They're not even on the same level.

"Zhang Yang, you've had a girlfriend for a while now, right? When are you going to bring her out to meet your sister?" Zhang Yuying joked as she walked alongside Zhang Yang, "Back when you first started university, I introduced you to someone, but you didn't want her, did you?"

"Yes," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "Sis, what about you?"

"Me? You're kidding, how could I not have a boyfriend?" Zhang Yuying said, raising her voice slightly. "I'm not like you, hiding it away. Hmm, I'll bring him out for you to meet later."

Zhang Yang was too embarrassed to say anything.

Zhang Yuying is almost thirty, while other women get married early and have children in elementary school, she only just got a boyfriend. Is that something to brag about?

The three chatted as they walked until they arrived at Zhang Yang's detached villa.

"It's a detached house." Zhang Junwei looked up at the villa facing the central landscaped area of the villa district and couldn't help but be shocked.

Townhouses and detached villas are completely different concepts.

And this prime location detached villa in front of us, how much must it have cost? A bare-bones villa would probably cost several million, and with renovations, the expenses would be enormous.

After passing through the uniquely landscaped courtyard in front of the villa, Zhang Yang invited Zhang Junwei and his daughter into the house.

"Dad, Uncle and the others are here."

Zhang Yang opened the door and shouted first.

Inside the house, Zhang Zhaohai, his face glowing, greeted them in a loud voice.

"Come on in, welcome, welcome!"

"Hello, Uncle." Zhang Yuying stepped forward and greeted him sweetly.

"Oh, hello, hello, Yuying, it's been a long time." Zhang Zhaohai greeted them warmly and invited them into his home.

The house itself gives the immediate impression of being magnificent and opulent.

Zhang Yang's huge investment was no joke; naturally, it possessed both aesthetic appeal and high quality, exuding a wonderful feeling of wealth yet detachment from the mundane.

"You're here, and you even brought things." Zhang Zhaohai saw the good cigarettes and alcohol that Zhang Junwei had brought and politely helped carry them aside.

Zhang Junwei glanced up.

Hiss.

Inside the wine cabinet are various sizes of Moutai. The twelve zodiac signs are represented by eleven bottles. The missing bottle isn't because it's not complete, but because it hasn't been released yet. On the table next to it is a whole carton of opened Yellow Crane Tower Gold Brick.

The Moutai and 95-inch bottles he had in his hand would have looked impressive as gifts, but now they were a bit embarrassing to present.

"Here, brother, try this." Zhang Zhaohai casually grabbed a bag of Yellow Crane Tower Gold Brick and tossed it to Zhang Junwei.

Zhang Junwei quickly caught it with both hands.

This cigarette!

It's hard to say the real price of these cigarettes, but I heard they cost three thousand a pack. Anyway, even if it's not three thousand, it's not far off. In other words, this pack of cigarettes completely outweighs the gift he gave.

What kind of family is my cousin's now?!

The faint sound of a car could be heard outside.

"Your sister-in-law has arrived," Zhang Zhaohai said with a smile. "I had some things to take care of at the shop, so I came back first. She's probably just finished."

The two talked and went out together to check out the garage next to the detached villa.

The garage door was open, and inside were Zhang Zhaohai's Maybach and Song Wenqin's Bentley, which had just returned home.

Zhang Junwei's eyes widened in surprise.

From Zhang Yang's Cullinan just now, to the Maybach in front of us now, and this Bentley...

He stood motionless, completely stunned by the overwhelming aura of wealth emanating from him.

A sense of constraint arose spontaneously.