While listening to Qin Feng's words, Chen Yue couldn't help but glance at her mother, who was busy in the kitchen—indeed, she now looked at least ten years younger. Of course, Qin Feng's gifts of cosmetics played a major role; the current Mrs. Chen now definitely embodies the image of a sophisticated society lady, rather than the once-stiff professor's wife. After seating themselves, Qin, the younger son, asked, "Yueyue, when your father mentioned your aunt just now, I sensed you weren't very happy." The beautiful teaching assistant replied, "My aunt's family—everyone in the household—is quite materialistic and dislikes people who are less affluent. They've only started a small business, yet they're always showing off. My aunt father kneels when meeting wealthy people, but becomes proud and condescending when dealing with the less fortunate. Even their son has picked up this habit—he's only in high school and only plays with classmates who are both wealthy and well-connected!" These kinds of people are quite common these days. When Chen Yue's mother married the scholar, everyone admired her choice—marrying a university student and staying in academia to teach. Chen Yue's aunt, on the other hand, married a small business owner, who at the time had no comparison with the scholar. She always felt inferior when compared to her sister. Now, however, that small business owner has grown into a successful entrepreneur, earning substantial profits in recent years, buying a house, purchasing a car, and sending her son to a prestigious secondary school. Meanwhile, the scholar has only advanced from a regular lecturer to a professor, with a salary that has doubled—but still, compared to business owners, his annual income still falls short of what they earn in just one month. Now, with her own accomplishments, Aunt Chen feels confident enough to gently mock her sister and her husband, while also showcasing her own financial success. As a result, Chen Yue holds a strong negative attitude toward her aunt's family, yet she can't completely exclude them, since they are her mother's sister and sister-in-law. Eight! Zero! Electronic! Book! www! tx! "This time, I can't wait to see how the whole family will show off," said the beautiful counselor, frowning. "Heh, no matter how hard they try to impress, in the end they'll just end up as minor players," Qin Feng smiled. "When it comes to comparing wealth, power, status, or background—do they still have any real grounds to compete? With your son-in-law being such a distinguished match, don't you think the Chen family has every reason to feel confident?" The beautiful counselor immediately brightened. "Exactly. I'll give them the chance to boast, lift them up high, and then bring them crashing down!" That's precisely how one should handle people who are proud of appearances and value status and wealth—pamper them until they collapse. Mrs. Chen had already prepared the evening meal, but with her sister's unexpected visit, she had to add several more dishes just to ensure there would be enough for everyone. Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. Chen Yue went to open the door. As the security door swung open, a glamorous middle-aged woman, a well-dressed man in top-of-the-line clothing, and a plump, well-built man appeared in Qin Dashi's view. "Mom, Dad, please come in, and also Xiao Gao," Chen Yue warmly greeted them. Her enthusiasm surprised the couple. After all, in the past, every time they came over, Chen Yue had always maintained a neutral, slightly cold demeanor—almost as if she were about to give them the cold shoulder. Yet they didn't mind. Coming here was all about showing off; could they possibly give up their original intention just because of Chen Yue's reserved attitude? Absolutely not. "Xiao Yue has become increasingly beautiful," the mother remarked, smiling. Though she was often insincere, this particular comment came from the heart. As the three of them entered the house, they noticed a young man sitting on the sofa. The mother immediately asked, "Xiao Yue, who is this young man? Is he your boyfriend?" "Yes, let me introduce him—Qin Feng, my boyfriend. This is my aunt and uncle, and my cousin Xiao Gao." The beautiful counselor smiled. Qin, the young man, showed great politeness: "Good morning, both of you!" The couple glanced at him, trying to judge him by his attire, but soon realized they had never seen the brand labels on his clothes—clearly, they thought he was wearing generic, low-end merchandise. As a young man in his early twenties, how could he possibly afford genuine branded clothing? "Qin, where did you graduate from?" asked the aunt, the question that mattered most to her. Qin remained humble: "I'm still in school—I haven't graduated yet!" The couple chuckled. So he was still a student—no formal classes attended, no income at all. It seemed that, aside from his good looks, his prospective fiancé hadn't found much else remarkable in him. Thus, they felt confident. In their view, if this young man were a child of wealth or a child of office, they would have abandoned their earlier showy attitudes and treated him with deference. Now, however, such a gesture seemed unnecessary, and the couple immediately regained their lofty demeanor. After carefully hiding the books, the elder scholar hesitated before stepping out of the study, greeting the family of three: "You've arrived—dinner will be ready right away. By the way, this is Qin Feng, Xiao Yue's boyfriend, a truly excellent young man!" Though the couple said nothing, they silently thought that no matter how impressive he might be, he was still just a financially struggling student—what was so remarkable about that? What was there to boast about? The aunt, speaking with a tone of mockery, remarked, "Brother-in-law, your attire is quite impressive—pure silk or man-made fiber?" "I'm not sure," replied the elder scholar, who never cared about such details. "Anyway, it feels comfortable to wear." The clothes were purchased by his wife, after all—he had no way of knowing whether they were made of genuine silk or synthetic fibers. Uncle said, "It must be man-made fiber—silk wouldn't look this vibrant!" "I agree it's man-made," Aunt added. "If it were silk, this dress would cost over ten thousand yuan. Brother-in-law is a scholar, and he'd certainly never spend so much over the years!" "That's true. Brother-in-law is all about studies—he's never reluctant to spend money on books. When it comes to clothes, he'd only buy something that keeps him warm." The couple spoke in harmony, perfectly complementing each other. To the elder scholar's surprise, he didn't catch the subtle criticism and thought they were genuinely praising him, so he felt a little embarrassed and said, "I must admit, throughout my life, I've always been passionate about reading and studying—everything else, I've never really cared about!" On Chen Yue's face, a brief chill passed, as she thought: "Keep going—wait for Aunt to launch her counterattack." Uncle then said, "Brother-in-law, I'm not saying this just to be critical—these days, scholarship isn't valued much. In the end, what matters is money. Without money, how could one possibly manage?" " "My sister-in-law immediately added, 'Take our family, for instance. This year, our income reached sixty to seventy thousand yuan. Yet by the end of the year, we find ourselves stuck—once we upgrade our car, we can't afford a house, and once we buy a house, we can't replace our car. I'm nearly overwhelmed with worry!' 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