Before noon. Western suburbs.
Haige Villa Garden, Block 6.
In the living room, Old Madam Yang and Yang Zhaofen were looking at Dong Xuebing in shock. Dong Xuebing's "This is my home now." Yang Zhaofen was speechless. No one had expected this to happen. When the sales lady appeared, Yang Zhaofen and the rest thought they were cheated by Luan Xiaoping and her son. But the next second, Luan Xiaoping's son wrote a 20 million cheque and threw it at the sales lady. Just because of one sentence, Luan Xiaoping's son bought this villa at an exorbitant price!
That was 20 million!
Yang Zhaofen could never earn this amount in 10 lifetimes!
Words could not describe what Yang Zhaofen and the rest were feeling. There was only one question left in their minds. How much money does Luan Xiaoping's family have?
It was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.
One second … …
Two seconds … …
Three seconds … …
The sales lady came back to her senses. She lowered her head and looked at the check in a daze. There was no problem. Her face was full of smiles. She knew that she had met a ruthless person who bought the house without even looking at it. She felt that this move was too domineering!
What do you mean by rich?
This is what you call rich!
"What's wrong?" Dong Xuebing looked at the sales lady. "Is this the cheque?"
"Yes, yes, yes." The sales lady replied warmly. "Sir, I will help you settle the paperwork now."
"There's no rush. The renovations are done, and all the furniture is ready. Are these all included in the payment?" Dong Xuebing saw the sales lady nodding and laughed. "That's good. You can deposit the cheque first. We will settle the paperwork and contract this afternoon. This is my home now, right?" Even when Yang Zhaojuan was stunned, Dong Xuebing did not forget to give her a slap in the face.
Although the paperwork was not settled, Dong Xuebing had paid for the villa. The sales lady smiled. "Yes. From now on, this is your home. We will return the keys to you after the contract is settled."
"Thank you?" Dong Xuebing looked at the door.
The sales lady immediately understood. "I will not disturb you all. I will go and settle the payment for you first."
Tuk, tuk, tuk. After that, the sales lady left the villa with light steps.
Dong Xuebing turned and saw Yang Zhaojuan was still in a daze. He laughed. "Aunty, have a seat."
Yang Zhaojuan couldn't hold it in any longer. Her gloomy expression kept changing.
Luan Xiaoping stared at her son angrily. "Brat! Stop messing around!" After that, he turns to Yang Zhaojuan. "Zhaojuan, Xiao Bing is still young. Don't mind him."
With a way out, Yang Zhaojuan quickly took advantage of the situation. "Hey, it's nothing."
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When they reached a small balcony on the third floor, Dong Xuebing pulled his mother aside and whispered. "Mum, did you bring your identification card and other documents? Xia, Xiaoping, and Dong, and Hua, he. Yang Xiao Xiaolan Xiaoping said. "... at. Xu, Dong.
Luan Xiaoping hurriedly waved her hands. "Mom, no! No!"
"I had bought it. Even if you don't want it, you still have to buy it."
"How about we return it?" Luan Xiaoping said. "It's too expensive."
Dong Xuebing snorted. "What's so expensive about it? I am willing to spend any amount to help my mother. She still dares to say that my mother's family is poor? Let her say it again! Let her say it again! " Yang Zhaojuan and Luan Xiaoping will not say this again. Dong Xuebing could spend more than 1 million RMB on clothes and 20 million RMB to buy a villa. If his family is poor, then there are not many people in this world with a good family!
Luan Xiaoping felt warm in her heart and laughed. "Why are you so vengeful?!"
Dong Xuebing replied nonchalantly. "I am not vengeful. Whoever dares to bully my mother, I will teach them a lesson!"
"Your Uncle Yang and Grandma are still here. Give Zhaojuan some face. Don't be like that. Understand?"
"I know. I know." Dong Xuebing's anger subsided after making Yang Zhaojuan angry. "But you must accept this house. Even without this incident, I still want to buy a villa for you. Mum, don't say no. You must give your son a chance to show off." Yang Zhaojuan's anger subsided.
Luan Xiaoping replied helplessly. "Alright. But I cannot stay here. Take the keys with you. You can stay here when you return to Beijing."
"We will each get a key."
"Ok."
… …
Noon.
Purple Bamboo Courtyard. Shangri-La Hotel.
Dong Xuebing entertained Grandma Yang and her family at one of the best 5-star hotel in Beijing. He had ordered a table full of dishes with a budget of more than 200,000 RMB.
Dong Xuebing had been helping his mother, and of course, he must do it till the end. He was also using his actions to tell Grandma Yang and the rest that his mother is not worse than Uncle Yang. She might even be better than him. With his mother's looks, she can get any man she wants. If you guys continue to get close to my mother, then we'll break up. No one will be able to live without her, ah!
That's why during lunch, Dong Xuebing did not mention anything about his mother and Uncle Yang's marriage. It was as if both families had only met for a meal.
But even though Dong Xuebing and Luan Xiaoping did not mention it, someone else did.
Yang Zhaojuan didn't know what they had talked about in private. Anyway, when she saw plates of exquisite dishes that cost five digits were served on the table, she was shocked again and simply stopped talking. Just today, Luan Xiaoping and her son had shown their financial strength of tens of millions of yuan. Facing this, Yang Zhaojuan felt that any words were useless, and an awkward expression flashed across her face.
"Sister Luan." Yang Zhaofen had a good relationship with Luan Xiaoping, and this was the best time for her to speak. "Have you set the date for your marriage with my brother?"
Luan Xiaoping blushed and looked at Yang Zhaode.
Yang Zhaode also looked at her with a sincere smile, and the two of them laughed.
"We …" Luan Xiaoping wanted to say something.
But Grandma Yang interrupted. "Let's set the date earlier. I will make the decision."
Yang Zhaode laughed. "We do not intend to hold a wedding. We are at this age, and we can have a meal together."
Old Madam Yang nodded.
"Xiao Bing." Yang Zhaode looked at Dong Xuebing. "Haha, what do you think?"
Dong Xuebing laughed. "You and my mother can discuss this. I will listen to my mother. If she agrees, I will do whatever she says."
With this tone settled, the meal was very enjoyable.
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