Chapter 64: Who's richer? Who's afraid of whom!

Speaking, Xiao Ming hooked his finger at Yuchun: "However, I have a condition: that I cut off all ties with Wen Fengshu and never see her again."

Although there were servants attending to him every day.

After that, the several children never mentioned her, nor did they ever glance at her again.

One could avoid hatred, but the grudge had already formed and could never be resolved.

Afterwards, Xiao Ming took the several children to Wen Zihan's grave and told her everything.

The family's life returned to normal.

Everything else was fine, but living every day in such a huge house, doing nothing, with servants attending to food and drink, it felt somewhat like wasting time.

"Brother, what are you going to do?" Xiao Jingrou heard and hurriedly looked at her brother solemnly.

"Now that we have money, she worries that Xiao Yunzhe will cause trouble again."

"I'm just going to a class reunion, Jingrou—you don't need to worry; I won't hide anything from you." Xiao Yunzhe hurriedly explained.

"Sure." Xiao Ming smiled and pointed to the door: "The cabinet holds all the keys to our family's cars—you can take whichever car you want."

"Dad, you're not joking?" Xiao Yunzhe instantly rejoiced; usually Dad treated his two sisters far better than him, making him feel like a picked-up child.

He had long had his eye on Xiao Ming's extended, luxurious Lincoln, which Xiao Ming had just recently acquired and hadn't driven yet.

He happily gave Xiao Ming a big hug: "Thanks, Dad."

"Alright, for the class reunion, take a nicer car—it'll give you face going out—but that Lincoln's too big; let the chauffeur drive, it'll be more imposing." Xiao Ming was amused by his son's antics.

"Mm-hmm." Xiao Yunzhe nodded vigorously.

After breakfast, Xiao Ming took Xiao Yunzhe to the study for a lesson, then went to the garden to enjoy the sunshine.

As Xiao Yunzhe walked out of the study, he was humming a little tune.

Before heading to the company, he first went to find his two sisters, saying proudly: "Jingrou, Yuchun, guess why Dad called me to the study?"

"He's going to beat you up?"

Xiao Yuchun teased.

"He actually gave me a card, then earnestly said, 'Son, these years I've owed you too much; what's inside is the pocket money and New Year's gifts I owe you from all these years.'"

"Guess how much money he gave me."

"Over six million."

"Six million—I'd wake up laughing in my dreams." He never imagined Dad would be this generous to him one day.

"Really? That's good." Xiao Jingrou and Xiao Yuchun said indifferently.

"Jingrou, Yuchun, why are you so calm? Dad finally acknowledges my existence as his son—aren't you happy for me?"

He came boasting excitedly, but the two sisters ignored him so completely—it was really hurtful.

After a while, he suddenly realized something and tentatively asked: "Jingrou, Yuchun, could it be that Dad also gave you two the same kind of card?"

The two sisters nodded in unison: "Yes."

"Then, what's the amount?" Xiao Yunzhe suddenly felt a pang in his chest, covered his heart, and asked.

"Well, ours is sixty million."

Xiao Jingrou added on the side: "Dad said, spend it however you want; if it runs out, just go ask him for more."

"Hehe, brother, you say you only have six million—do you really need to come show off to us?" Xiao Yuchun couldn't hold back, bursting into laughter; the uglier Xiao Yunzhe's face became, the harder she tried not to laugh.

"This..." Xiao Yunzhe instantly felt glum; thus he was being treated differently again.

……

After work.

Xiao Yunzhe saw in the WeChat group that a classmate left a message saying the reunion would be at an upscale restaurant in Anjin City, and another classmate shared the location.

"Everyone, for this class reunion we have to thank Xi Yi Bo—he said he'll cover all the expenses, guaranteeing we'll have a blast."

"Wow, Xi Zong really is Xi Zong—generous and imposing."

"Want to cling to Xi Zong's thigh—does Xi Zong have any room?"

In the WeChat group, everyone was eagerly praising Xi Yi Bo.

"Hehe, classmates, don't be polite—we rarely get together; I keep my word, I'll make sure everyone has a great time and enjoys themselves fully."

In everyone's @ mentions, Xi Yi Bo said this:

Instantly, the classmates exploded again.

Fawning remarks never stopped in the group.

Seeing this, Xiao Yunzhe raised his eyebrows slightly and sent a private message to his good buddy Shi He.

He sighed: "Xi Yi Bo is awesome—having such a wealthy dad, after graduation his father sent him abroad for two years of further study; hearing he returned, he inherited the family business, became a big boss, and drives a Lamborghini supercar."

"Right, Yunzhe, be careful at this reunion; I'm worried he'll give you trouble."

"Back in school, he had his eye on your girlfriend—never expected he'd lose to a poor guy like you; your girlfriend will also attend the reunion, and I'm afraid he'll publicly humiliate you."

Hearing Shi He's worry, Xiao Yunzhe gave a light smile and didn't take it to heart.

If it were before, he'd indeed have to think about whether to attend this reunion; without a doubt, Xi Yi Bo would never miss a chance to mock him.

But now, does he need to worry?

Who's richer? Who's afraid of whom!

Living in a villa worth seventy or eighty hundred million, driving a car worth tens of millions, clutching the sixty-million bank card Dad gave him.

He has absolutely nothing to worry about.

After speaking with his good buddy, Xiao Yunzhe contacted his girlfriend Geng Jing Shu, saying good-naturedly: "Honey, I just got off work—I'll pick you up to go to the class reunion together; put on the accessory Dad gave you."

"Why?" Geng Jing Shu puzzled: "That accessory is so expensive—why should I wear it?"

"To go to the class reunion, get it?" Xiao Yunzhe joked; after they hung up, Lin Yunzhe arrived outside the company.

By the roadside, that ordinary Lincoln stood out conspicuously; on the rear, the license plate showed four sixes—this car, this number, instantly drew the eyes of every passerby.

The Lincoln car truly represents status and identity as a luxury vehicle; its specifications in every aspect are internationally top‑notch, whether performance, configuration, or appearance.

In every way, it can conquer people at a glance.

"Good heavens, the newest model stretch Lincoln!"

"What an imposing car; this is the newest model, and I've never actually seen anyone drive one in real life before."

"This is a Lincoln, representing the driver's worth; ordinary people can't even afford to drive, buy, or maintain one—such a car costs tens of millions, and it's the newest model, a limited edition that money can't buy; anyone who can afford and obtain this car is absolutely a super‑big shot."

Pedestrians on the road, upon seeing this car, were so shocked they covered their mouths; those who recognized it immediately began explaining it to the crowd.