Chapter 135: An opportunity to experience being slapped in the face

Hmph, you talk as if my shameless family wants to marry off our daughter to yours. I'll go back and wait to see if your Xiao family can actually follow through. I'll say it plainly: if you can't deliver, my family won't let you take the bride.

Song Huihui's brother-in-law, hearing this, also sneered: "You make the Xiao family sound so impressive—if you're really that capable, don't you even have a few hundred thousand for the bride price?"

Those words, that tone—undoubtedly they were hitting the Xiao family's sore spot.

Xiao Junrong, hearing this, seethed inwardly; he could no longer recall how many times he'd been insulted by his girlfriend's aunt's family and felt like lashing out.

Xiao Xinran and Xiao Shan, hearing this, were also inwardly furious.

Xiao Ming, however, wasn't so patient: "I've made myself clear—just go back and get ready."

Wang Yuling had originally wanted to say a few more insults toward the Xiao family, but seeing Xiao Ming's cold expression, the words on her lips inexplicably went back down; she opened her mouth several times, yet couldn't muster the courage to speak again.

She secretly agonized: clearly her family was in the right, yet she was actually intimidated by this man? How could his aura be so frightening?

Wang Yuling and her husband exchanged glances, both sullenly closing their mouths. Looking at Xiao Junrong's uncle, he seemed far from ordinary, as if he had some background—perhaps he could really meet their demands.

"Fine, then we'll go back and wait for good news from the Xiao family."

Wang Yuling and the others rose to leave, even taking Song Huihui, who was beside Xiao Junrong, along: "Let's go, we'll head back and wait."

"Aunt, you..." Song Huihui's face filled with helplessness; she wanted to persuade her aunt, but when the words reached her lips she didn't know where to start—she'd already said all the reasonable things, and now all she felt was utter powerlessness.

She sighed helplessly and ultimately didn't say a word.

As she was leaving, she helplessly looked at Xiao Junrong: "Junrong, I'll be waiting for you to come pick me up, okay?" Her voice trembled slightly with tears and pleading.

Xiao Junrong looked at his beloved girlfriend in that state, feeling awful inside; he gave a bitter smile and replied, "I will."

After Xiao Junrong finished speaking, Song Huihui was forcibly taken away by her aunt.

In the noisy room, as the bride's family left, it suddenly emptied and fell silent; the atmosphere grew oppressively heavy. After a moment, Xiao Shan heaved a deep sigh, looking at Xiao Ming: "Little Ming, I never expected that upon your return you'd run into something like this—uncle really feels embarrassed."

"Uncle, you're overthinking it." Xiao Ming patted Xiao Shan's back to comfort him: "I'm the one you raised; though we're nominally uncle and nephew, we're like father and son—what's there to be embarrassed about?"

Actually, someone like Wang Yuling, a petty clown, Xiao Ming wouldn't even notice, nor would he bother to retaliate; but they made his uncle unhappy, and that's another matter.

Want to slap the Xiao family's face?

Who ends up slapping whose face isn't certain—doesn't the niece-in-law's aunt's family demand a grand wedding? Aren't they looking down on people?

At tomorrow's wedding, he'll make that family truly experience what it feels like to be slapped in the face.

They demand a grand wedding? Since he's returned, his nephew's wedding naturally ought to be lavish; he couldn't care less about the demands Wang Yuling listed.

This wedding, he must regain face for his uncle's family, using action to leave them speechless.

Never mind one Maserati—even a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand would be nothing more than a word to Xiao Ming.

After Wang Yuling and the others left, the household's gloomy atmosphere gradually eased.

When Xiao Ming arrived, he drew a crowd of onlookers from the neighborhood; after Wang Yuling and the others departed, those rubberneckers came to the Xiao residence, all curious about this man who came to recognize kin, claiming to be Xiao Shan's close nephew—just what his background was.

Although this man said he'd use fifty-two Maseratis for the bridal procession, they didn't believe him; though they were rural folk unaccustomed to grand scenes, they could still sense he had some background.

At that moment, Xiao Shan whispered in reproach: "Little Ming, why did you agree to their demands and even say you'd use fifty-two Maseratis for the bridal procession? We couldn't even find half a one."

"As for Junrong's wedding, just keep out of it—I'll work something out."

Xiao Ming knew that when his uncle said he'd figure something out, he himself was actually at a loss—he just didn't want his uncle to worry, so he was merely stirring trouble.

Xiao Ming couldn't help but sigh; his uncle simply didn't believe he had the destiny to rise above others. Xiao Ming gave a wry smile, took his uncle's hand, and said, "Uncle, don't worry—just trust me. I've earned quite a fortune over these years out there."

"Xinran's son is my son; his lifelong matter is my concern—how could I not care? You don't need to handle anything; I'll take care of everything." Xiao Ming said solemnly.

"You... are you sure?" Xiao Shan gazed at Xiao Ming probing; Xiao Ming's conduct indeed seemed magnanimous, though before he'd thought this brat was just putting on airs.

Now hearing Xiao Ming say that, he couldn't help but wonder: could it be that this nephew of his had actually made a name for himself?

Thinking back to when he arrived and the attitude of the people behind him, Xiao Shan wondered aloud: "Those people you brought with you..."

"They're people from my company." Xiao Ming gave a light smile: "All right, uncle. I'm over forty now—not the fourteen- or fifteen-year-old kid I used to be. Believe me this once: I'll definitely give Junrong a grand, extravagant wedding, so that my niece-in-law's aunt and uncle can see clearly that it's their family that's marrying up to ours."

"But..." Xiao Shan thought, a big wedding would surely cost a lot of money, wouldn't it?

But after thinking it over, he ended up saying nothing—just as Xiao Ming had said, he's no longer a teenager, and furthermore, Xiao Ming wouldn't joke about his nephew's lifelong matter no matter how far he's risen.

Besides, looking at Xiao Ming's demeanor, he really does seem wealthy.

"All right, since you've said all that, I won't interfere—but you brat, you gotta be reliable; this concerns your nephew's lifelong happiness, no room for carelessness." Xiao Shan couldn't help but urge.

"Good." Xiao Ming nodded in agreement.

"Good, little Ming, go sit over there and rest a bit; I have some things to discuss with Xinran." Xiao Shan gestured for Xiao Xinran to join him and head to the rear courtyard.

Over these years, he's truly missed Xiao Ming; he has so much he wants to say to him, but right now there's the grandson's big affair to attend to, so those words can only stay buried in his heart for now.

"All right, uncle, go handle your business." Xiao Ming found a chair to sit in, and the several children each took a seat as well.