260: Just look at it, don't touch it.

Su Qing's paternal Second Uncle, who was Atapong's father, saw his son being praised by everyone and heard those envious words. His eyes narrowed into slits with happiness.

Hahaha, good!

As expected of my son!

You've brought honor to me!

Look, who still dares to say my son was mischievous and unpromising when he was little?

Now he's a big boss driving an audi!

As his father, I'm beaming with pride!

Several young men were even more excited, unable to resist patting the car body forcefully and stroking the streamlined headlights, exclaiming non-stop:

"These lines are too cool!"

"This paint job is so shiny you can see your reflection!"

"Older Male Cousin Atapong, when will you take us for a spin too!"

Atapong was enjoying it at first, but when he saw those young lads forcefully touching his beloved car with their sweaty or dusty hands, his brows immediately furrowed.

He immediately stepped forward two paces, extended his hand, and somewhat distastefully pushed away the hands of those young men. His voice also rose, carrying obvious displeasure.

"Hey, hey, hey, that's enough! Just look, don't touch randomly. I just had this car washed!"

His appearance, as if he was afraid the car would be damaged by touching, and the disdain in his tone, made the young men awkwardly withdraw their hands, and the excitement on their faces faded a little.

Hearing Atapong's words, Lei Jun became even more disdainful.

How could Su Qing have such an Older Male Cousin, a mere nouveau riche.

She glanced at Su Qing next to her and found that Su Qing was also looking at her, with obvious embarrassment and apology on her face, clearly feeling ashamed of her Older Male Cousin's behavior.

Su Qing said softly, "Miss Lei, I'm sorry, my Older Male Cousin... he's been a bit like this since he was little, he loves to show off."

Lei Jun shook her head slightly at Su Qing, indicating it was fine and not her fault.

But her impression of Atapong had already hit rock bottom.

At this moment, someone, perhaps out of a desire for comparison, turned their gaze to a half-old white car parked not far from the audi.

That car was very old, with some paint peeled off the body, looking dusty. It was Su Cha's second-hand alto, which he usually used to pull goods and for transportation.

"Oh, whose alto is this?" someone asked casually.

Someone immediately replied, "Whose else could it be? It's Su Cha's car."

The two cars parked together created too stark a contrast.

The brand new, shiny black audi A6 next to the old, peeling second-hand alto, was like a beggar standing next to a prince.

Atapong followed everyone's gaze and also saw the alto. He curled his lips and said loudly, "Whose car is this? Parking it here... driving a car like this, aren't they ashamed?"

His words were quite impolite, as if the alto was polluting the air around his audi.

His wife Nala immediately leaned into his ear and reminded him, "Oh, did you forget? Last year, before you bought your car, didn't you borrow and drive this alto? This is Su Cha's car!"

Atapong then seemed to realize, dragging out a long "Oh—" sound, and then looked at Su Cha, who was standing not far away, his face already somewhat flushed.

"So it's Su Cha. It's not that I'm lecturing you, but this car is too old, you should replace it. As a man, when you go out to do business, your car is your face. Driving such a broken car, how embarrassing."

Su Cha was an honest man. Being publicly disparaged by his Older Male Cousin about his car, which indirectly disparaged him as a person, made his face alternate between red and white.

His lips moved, wanting to retort but not knowing what to say. In the end, he could only awkwardly force out an ugly smile and stammer, "It... it can still drive, it's just for transportation."

Su Qing and Su Ya were so angry their faces turned pale, but since they were relatives and it was their Older Male Cousin's big day, they didn't want to cause a scene.

At this moment, Atapong's father, Su Qing's paternal Second Uncle, felt that his son's words were a bit too blunt, especially since it was someone's wedding day.

He feigned a stern face, stepped forward, made a gesture as if to lightly pat Atapong's back of the head, and scolded, "You brat, you get carried away just because you've made a little money. Is that how you talk to your Older Male Cousin!"

Then he turned to Su Cha.

"Su Cha, don't mind your Younger Cousin Brother, that kid just has a big mouth. As for cars, as long as they can drive, practicality is the most important thing! Hehe."

His words were ostensibly to scold his son and give Su Cha a way out, but in reality, everyone could tell that his pride hadn't diminished at all; on the contrary, he felt even more proud that his son had the capital to speak so freely.

What could Su Cha say?

He could only nod even more awkwardly, "It's fine, Second Uncle, it's fine."

Seeing the atmosphere become a bit stiff, Su Qing's father, as the host, quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.

He forced a warm smile and pulled Atapong towards the main table, inviting him, "Alright, alright, Atapong rarely comes back, quick, take your seat! We've been waiting for you to start the banquet! Nala, you sit down too!"

He invited Atapong and Nala to the main table, closest to the wedding host's stage and with the best view, to sit with himself and several elders. This was undoubtedly a recognition and elevation of Atapong's status.

Atapong adjusted his sunglasses, sat down proudly at the main seat, and Nala sat close beside him. The couple still maintained their arrogant demeanor.

Atapong, being led to the main table, immediately had the slight unpleasantness caused by Lei Jun's disregard and the near-conflict replaced by the pride of being surrounded by everyone.

He sat down brazenly, as if he were the center of today's banquet.

Seeing his Older Male Cousin Su Cha, whose face was still a bit unnatural, he cast a sidelong glance.

"Su Cha, don't take what I said just now to heart! Your Older Male Cousin is also looking out for you; as a man, you always need to have some ambition."

Su Cha smiled and said nothing.

Atapong saw his submissive appearance, felt contempt in his heart, but also found it uninteresting.

He cleared his throat, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and looked around at the people at and around the table who were watching him.

"Elders, relatives, and friends, I apologize, something came up at the company today and delayed me, so I arrived late and made everyone wait! I'll punish myself with a drink!"

After speaking, he pretentiously took a sip of wine, merely wetting his lips.

Then he waved his hand, greeting everyone like a host.

"Alright, alright, everyone, don't just stare, pick up your chopsticks and eat! Today is my Younger Cousin Brother Su Cha's big day, everyone eat and drink well!"

His act of usurping the host's role made some elders slightly frown, but more people, especially those relatives who wanted to curry favor with him, echoed his words.

"Atapong is too polite!"

"It's alright, it's alright, it's natural for you to be busy!"

"Come, come, everyone eat!"

The banquet then truly began.

The atmosphere became lively again, with toasts and cheerful chatter.

But many people's attention, intentionally or unintentionally, still fell on Atapong's table.

Su Cha looked at Atapong's smug expression, then at his own ordinary suit, specially bought for the wedding, and then thought of the dusty alto at the entrance. His heart felt like it was blocked by a stone.

He hesitated, his mouth opened and closed, his eyes showing a struggle, as if he wanted to say something at this opportunity.