This person really knows how to be reborn!

Chapter 49: Criticizing Women is Too Much of a Show

Zeng Cheng got home close to midnight.

Sun Feng, however, was still awake.

As soon as Zeng Cheng entered the door, he was immediately scrutinized by his elderly mother.

He knew the reason, of course, but pretended not to, and said with a grin, "Oh, Mother, you're still up so late. Are you waiting for your son to come home and pay his respects? But our family is the glorious working class. We'd better not learn those old Manchu's bad habits."

"Hey kid, don't move! I just bought a feather duster, let's test its quality!"

"Ahem, Mother, please calm down and let me explain..."

"???"

"My mouth slipped, my mouth slipped, Mom, let me explain..."

"Then tell me, what's going on between you and Yu Baiwei?"

So Zeng Cheng organized his words and gave a general overview of what he could say.

"Are you really just good friends?"

Sun Feng looked on with suspicion.

Zeng Cheng pouted: "Mom, what else can I do? What kind of family do they come from? They're picked up and dropped off at school in Rolls-Royces. What right do I, their son, have to even dream of getting close to them?"

Sun Feng didn't believe it at all: "Son, don't forget who gave birth to you. That girl is so beautiful and dotes on you. I don't believe you won't be smitten!"

Zeng Cheng: "..."

Well, no one knows a child better than their mother.

He was definitely a bit out of control.

But this does not mean that he is not clear-headed.

Some things just stand there, obstructing our view.

First, the material base determines the superstructure.

Secondly, a man's sincerity when he is utterly useless is the most worthless thing in the world.

After starting university, he will dedicate some time and energy to spending with Yu Baiwei.

But the main focus is definitely on building a career.

Otherwise, if you put yourself in Chen Danqing's shoes, you wouldn't marry your precious daughter to a poor, uneducated man either.

"Mom, you really understand me. All the hard work you put into raising me wasn't in vain!"

"So you know how hard your mom worked to raise you... Wait, what do you mean by 'I raised you with all my might'... You brat, you need a good beating again?"

"Ahem, please calm down, Mother!"

"Alright, I'm too lazy to argue with you anymore, I'm going to sleep."

As Sun Feng spoke, she yawned, but suddenly patted her head and took out the black box that Yu Baiwei had given her when the dinner party ended.

"There's something I almost forgot to tell you. When you saw Principal Tao and Principal Meng off just now, Weiwei gave me a gift, saying it was at her mother's request. So our family should give a gift in return."

As Sun Feng spoke, she opened the box and took out the pair of bracelets.

"Son, how much do you think these bracelets are worth? Our family's return gift can only be more, not less."

Zeng Cheng examined it carefully for a while, remaining outwardly calm, but inwardly he exclaimed several times, "Good heavens!"

In my previous life, I was a person who was financially independent, so I know a little about luxury goods.

Sun Feng was clueless, but he recognized it at a glance: it was a top-grade icy jadeite, with a high degree of clarity and quality, and it would definitely cost at least a million, or even more.

In his previous life, when he gave gifts, he spent 800,000 yuan to have someone import a pair of icy jadeite bracelets from Myanmar, but their quality was definitely not as good as this pair.

"hehe--"

Zeng Cheng sneered inwardly.

This wealthy lady is setting a trap for him.

As for returning the gift, our family is small and poor; even if we sold everything we own, we could hardly afford it.

Not replying would be impolite.

As for returning the gift—that's the most embarrassing option.

At this moment, Mr. Zeng was very unhappy.

Because he could sense the arrogance emanating from Chen Danqing's very bones as he dug this pit.

Ms. Chen's feelings towards him weren't a matter of whether she disliked him or not; she completely disdained him.

After all, her move was extremely tasteless; it was neither "Old Money" nor "Aristocratic Lady," and only someone with extreme contempt would do such a thing.

How should this attitude be described?

It's like the Trisolarans looking at Earthlings.

You are insects!

Destroying you is none of your business!

If Zeng Cheng were an ordinary teenager, even if he were furious enough to explode, it wouldn't make a difference.

This world is very realistic.

A gap is a gap, and a chasm is a chasm.

How could a child from an ordinary family possibly make up for the efforts and accumulation of three generations of their family in just a few years?

Fortunately, he was a second-time player, and his rebirth was perfectly timed—on the eve of the mobile internet era.

This is the most dramatic reshuffling of wealth in human history.

Whether it's "Old Money" or "Aristocratic Lady," what do they matter in the face of such a sweeping tide of the times?

Let alone individuals and families.

Even those old Manchu bannermen in Europe, because they missed this wave, ended up as beggars a decade or two later.

Niohuru Zeng, on the other hand, was very confident that he would become one of the leaders of this magnificent era.

So there's no need to talk about "thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river"; at most, in five or eight years, he and some noblewoman will have to switch places.

After shaking his head, Zeng Cheng calmly put down the box and said to Sun Feng, "Mom, this bracelet is indeed not cheap, probably several thousand, or even tens of thousands."

"So expensive?" Sun Feng was startled. "Son, I'll get you 10,000 yuan later. You can see what to buy as a return gift for Yu Baiwei's mother."

Zeng Cheng smiled faintly and shook his head: "Mom, I'll handle this myself. You don't need to give me the money; I have my own."

Sun Feng didn't think much of it: "That's true, you're not short of money these days!"

After entering August, prospective college students began to feel that time was flying by.

One after another, there were celebrations for students graduating from high school; one classmate reunion after another…

Zeng Liqing and his wife Sun Feng also organized a banquet for their eldest son's college entrance celebration.

Zeng Cheng did try to persuade the couple, saying, "Why are we having a graduation banquet? Let's not do this kind of thing."

The couple's attitude was firm—it had to be done!

It's not that I want to brag to my relatives and friends about my son's good grades.

The real reason is much simpler.

How much money have the couple given as gifts over the years?

This opportunity must not be used to take it back!

The graduation banquet was held at a mid-range hotel. Zeng Cheng got up early that morning, dressed himself up properly, and then obeyed his father and mother's arrangements to stand in the hotel lobby to greet guests, becoming a ruthless red envelope receiving machine.

During the meal, Zeng Cheng sat at the same table as his uncle—he had been forcibly dragged away from his classmates' table by his uncle.

Actually, he didn't like his uncle very much.

The reasons for his dislike were multifaceted, but the culprit was his aunt.

How should I describe his aunt?

In Sichuan dialect, it's like saying "criticizing a wife is a lot of formalities."

Not only does she cause trouble, but she also loves to compare herself to others. The family was originally harmonious and there was no property to fight over, but she managed to turn it into a mess.