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"The price of a Rolls-Royce is secondary, it's just that your brother-in-law doesn't seem to like being so high-profile,"

"Doesn't like Rolls-Royce? The Maybach S680 custom edition is truly worthy of our cousin-in-law."

This car is no worse than a Rolls-Royce.

The color, a mix of black and gold, is even more premium and classy.

Song Yanxi felt at first glance that her man would definitely love it.

She asked about the price, high to the point of having no friends.

The salesperson said, "This car is a limited custom edition, our entire dealership only has one, six hundred ninety thousand for outright purchase, and if you choose some extra options, it will be about eight million."

Luxury cars, huh, just picking a few things adds up to over a million.

Song Yanxi really liked the S680 Maybach.

This type of car is made specifically for men to ride in, right, cars at this level are usually meant to be ridden in.

The driver is often someone else.

Seven million in full payment was barely acceptable; after paying by card, she let Song Wu drive it home.

Just waiting for Chen Pingsheng to return and then give him a big surprise.

Song Wu also got to experience what it's like to drive a luxury car when she returned to her own home in the third ring.

Liu Fen just came back from playing mahjong.

Maybe the luck wasn't too good, with a sulky face.

She also banged the door loudly when she came back.

"Where have you been, coming back so late?" Liu Fen asked curiously.

Song Wu lackadaisically replied, "Went with sister to buy a car, she picked out another Maybach S680 for elder sister-in-law."

"What's that car, sounds so familiar!"

"How could it not be familiar, full payment over seven million, sister didn't even blink."

"Gah??" Liu Fen's eyes bulged out and with a "gah" sound, she collapsed straight to the ground.

Song Wu was extremely nervous.

Liu Fen grabbed her hand and said, "Quick, take me to your uncle's house."

Isn't that just Song Shuiqing's small clinic?

Song Wu found it strange, her mother was way too excited.

Is it so common for sister to buy a car?

Liu Fen was about to deliver an Oscar-worthy performance to show her daughter what true acting is.

...

Song Shuiqing's family lived in the fourth ring, and their circumstances were not too bad.

Of course, it had nothing to do with being excellent.

Her family had opened a small clinic right at the entrance of the community. In a few decades, they had progressed remarkably from folk healers to respectable doctors.

The small clinic usually did average business, but today they suddenly had a VIP.

Who have you ever seen arriving at the clinic's door in an ambulance?

All the way there, Liu Fen moaned and groaned, appearing half-dead with a listless gaze.

With such natural acting talent, she could outperform many a young heartthrob.

At the clinic, the ambulance team helped her down from the stretcher.

Liu Fen dialed her eldest daughter's number with a weak voice, "Daughter, I don't think I can hold on much longer."

Song Yanxi, though somewhat perplexed, as it was still her mother, went with Chen Pingsheng to see her, driving the newly purchased Maybach.

When they arrived at the clinic, Song Shuiqing's father came over, suspecting that her condition must be quite severe.

Otherwise, why would she be brought in on an ambulance stretcher?

He figured she should first get a heart rate check, given the clinic's modest facilities.

After the ambulance left, Liu Fen opened her eyes and waved him away, "What are you doing, I'm not sick."

"You're not sick and you have an ambulance bring you over?"

"Uncle, Mom just pretended to be like this after hearing sister spent another seven million on a Maybach."

Song Wu felt helpless, never expecting her mother to have such a side to her.

A flick of the knife, and the play began.

Fifty-something Song Jun also understood that this was driven by jealousy.

Thinking about the show she had just put on,

"I say, my dear sister, Yanxi is your own daughter after all, do you really need to do this?"

"Why wouldn't I need to?"

Liu Fen was like an exploded mother hen, "Do you know how successful my daughter is now? Last month, she took me to buy a watch, just a tiny piece worth more than eight hundred thousand; with a snap, my heart was bleeding."

"Just today, she took Little Wu to buy a car, spending more than seven million without even batting an eye."

"Not to mention the house, from the Sixth Ring Road to the Second, wherever you go there's her property."

"At this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if she moves to the Forbidden City someday."

"As her mother, who raised her through tears and snot, when her bathroom is now larger than my room— if I don't put on a show, I might never enjoy any of the benefits until I die."

The simple-minded Song Shuiqing was completely baffled.

So the aunt wants to stage a touching mother-and-son story?

Is it really appropriate to scheme against your big cousin like this?

Song Jun had nothing to say; everyone in the Old Song Family knew that Chen Pingsheng had made it big.

In the past, many relatives were eager to give gifts, casually buying an old hen from the market and claiming it was a big homegrown chicken they brought.

As soon as they delivered the chicken, they'd ask to borrow money, not hesitating at all.

Over time, Song Yanxi didn't even let these people in the door anymore.

Moreover, before Chen Pingsheng became successful,

people from the Old Liu Family, taking pride in their Capital City hukou, looked down on others, demanding durians just like that.

You say to bring it then bring it, but the thing is, even after delivering durians, there wasn't a word of appreciation.

For things to have turned out this way now, it was only right.

But Song Jun never expected that a mother would actually lead the way in scheming against her own daughter.

How times have changed.

"I'm telling you, sis, you better calm down. Stirring up these things will only further chill their hearts," he said.

"Let it chill. Today, no matter what, I'm going to get a house. Just play dumb later, okay?"

Liu Fen was resolute.

When a brand-new Maybach pulled up outside, everyone knew it was the Chen family arriving.

These days, only their family flaunted such style.

Song Shuiqing really wanted to speak up, but he was powerless against Liu Fen's threats.

He could only cutely cover his mouth; after all, she's still his mother-in-law, and it wouldn't be appropriate for him not to show up when she was so gravely ill.

Song Yanxi was very worried; without saying a word, she dashed inside.

A crowd crammed inside silent, just watching Liu Fen's performance.

She didn't disappoint for a woman in her fifties, her acting was fiery pure green.

She skillfully talked about how Song Yanxi couldn't walk when she was one, and still drinking milk at three.

At five, when the kids next door bullied her, she unhesitatingly shone the light of motherhood,

beating those Little Fart Kids until they wailed loudly.

And then, she alone stood up against five families, scolding them into submission.

"My daughter, mom is close to death. My only wish in life is to hope you can live even better," she said.

"Mom has wronged you in this life, I don't have much to look forward to anymore. If I could just live in a big house and drive a little Mercedes, I could die with my eyes closed."

Song Yanxi: "Mom, our place in Wanliu is still vacant, why don't you move in? I'll also hire two caretakers for you."

"Really?"

Liu Fen sat up with a bump.

Not a trace of a sick person could be seen.

Song Yanxi coldly harrumphed, "You're quite good at playing mom, even pretending to be sick in front of your daughter."

Without a hint of embarrassment at being exposed, Liu Fen argued confidently, "Isn't that because you forced me to? You say you're a filial daughter, but your family is filthy rich. Couldn't you share just a little with your mom?"

Now that everything was out in the open, they could at least communicate normally.

"I'm hungry. Let's get some food first."

No longer pretending, Liu Fen got up to find something to eat.

Song Yanxi handed her a bottle of Eight-Treasure Porridge, "You still remember to eat. If you kept up this act, I was really afraid you'd just drop dead."

"You think I'd kick the bucket before even living in one of your houses?"

"Cousin, brother-in-law, haven't you eaten yet?"

The clever Song Shuiqing took the opportunity to come out and call over.

No matter what, they were mother and daughter. No matter how much they fought, the bond of blood was unbreakable.

"Not yet, let's order a table outside. It's a good chance to have a meal with everyone."

Chen Pingsheng said, "There's a decent seafood buffet nearby, let's go there."

"Okay." Following the brother-in-law for a feast, Song Shuiqing was quite delighted.