142: Chapter 142 Recalling the radiant beauty of my parents in the past, I now see my kind father's hair thinning.

In the end, Tang Luochuan got into the car, carrying a plastic bag containing two starch sausages.

The car started, and the four of them still went to a high-end Western restaurant.

Sitting in their seats, the young man kept his head down, repeatedly replaying the foolish things he had done today.

The three girls, however, were chatting happily. They weren't talking about anything else but mocking Tang Luochuan and that 'future father-in-law' they had met by chance.

"Look, you guys, my dad said today that he met an excellent guy, and the old man even wanted to introduce him to me!! Of course, I flatly refused."

Su Wantang held up her phone to show the other two girls.

She then turned to Tang Luochuan and said, "Luochuan, if my dad introduces me to another guy, do you think I should go? Who is better, you or that guy? Is he some kind of loser?"

Tang Luochuan opened his mouth, a swear word stuck in his throat.

It was obvious that the person Su Bingqiang wanted to introduce to Su Wantang privately was himself.

"I've become my own love rival??" His head was buzzing.

He hurriedly said, "Explain it to your uncle, don't let him mess around."

"No! How interesting!" Su Wantang pouted, acting very haughty; this kind of thing was too interesting.

Shen Muyan suddenly smiled mischievously, "Let your uncle arrange it for you. See if your uncle can find Luochuan's contact information and have him arrange a meeting."

A look of anticipation also appeared on Jiang Jinyue's cool, aloof face, "Right, right, right..."

The steaks arrived, but not a single one of the four people touched their cutlery.

Tang Luochuan sat to the side, listening to the three girls openly plotting their 'conspiracy'.

He then took the starch sausages he had bought, placed them on the table, and put them on a plate.

He picked up the knife and fork and began to cut...

This action left the waiter dumbfounded. What was going on here?

Eating starch sausages in a Western restaurant that costs 800 per person??

Was this mocking their restaurant's food for being mediocre?

"Sir... is the food not to your liking?"

"No... it's that I'm not worthy!"

"Huh??"

Shen Muyan interrupted the conversation between Tang Luochuan and the waiter, explaining to the other party, "It's not your fault; my boyfriend's brain isn't working right!! Ha!"

"Uh..." The waiter returned a polite but somewhat awkward smile, then left.

Shen Muyan held Tang Luochuan's hand and comforted him, "Luochuan, don't be sad! The sadder you are... I... I just want to laugh more... Hahaha..."

Tang Luochuan: "I damn well..."

Meanwhile, Su Wantang and Jiang Jinyue were huddled together, shoulder to shoulder, secretly sending messages.

"Do you think this will work?" Su Wantang asked.

Jiang Jinyue deliberated for a moment, "Be a bit more assertive. Just say you don't believe that guy is better than your boyfriend."

"Okay!"

Before long, Su Bingqiang received a message from his daughter.

Su Wantang: [I can meet that guy! Arrange it as soon as possible. I just don't believe he could be better or more excellent than my boyfriend! (Smug)]

Looking at his daughter's message, a trace of suspicion flashed through Su Bingqiang's mind; this girl's attitude had changed too quickly.

And there was even a [Smug] emoji at the end.

This seemed like a provocation...

A few minutes later, unable to figure it out, Su Bingqiang just replied: [Okay]

As for how to find the buyer, he could just ask the agent for the contact information. After all, the money had already been paid, and the other party wouldn't refuse to give it.

...

The next day, the first day of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday.

Tang Luochuan drove straight to the high-speed railway station.

Tang Hai and Zhu Xiumei had originally wanted to drive, but bringing the two elders along, they felt that a drive of several hours was too far, so they chose the high-speed train instead.

As soon as they exited the station, Tang Luochuan saw his mother, adorned with jewels, which truly lived up to her online username [Blooming Wealth].

Then he looked at his father, who was still just as simple, wearing clean, plain clothes; he looked like a down-to-earth worker at a glance.

His grandparents had also been dressed up quite elegantly by his mother, with new clothes, new shoes, and even new canes.

"Dad, why didn't you buy any new clothes?" Tang Luochuan asked as he took his parents' suitcases.

His father, Tang Hai, didn't speak, but Zhu Xiumei took over, "Didn't buy clothes? Everything your dad is wearing is new; he's just sloppy and doesn't take care of things! He makes new clothes look three years old in just three days."

Tang Luochuan shook his head with a smile and reached out to support his grandmother's arm, "Grandma, are you tired? Let's get in the car and go home to rest."

Seeing their eldest grandson, the grandparents kept beaming, "Not tired! Not tired! The train ride was quite fun."

Tang Hai gave a light snort, clearly dissatisfied with Zhu Xiumei's words, and muttered to himself, "This is called being carefree. Clothes are just the icing on the cake; a person relies on their charisma! Back in the day, I was the heartthrob of the village..."

This wasn't a lie. In the seventies, people were still simple and honest.

Information was also scarce, and marriage discussions mostly happened between families in neighboring villages who knew each other; there was basically no talk of outsiders.

Tang Luochuan always liked to joke that he was "mixed-race," saying it was a mix between the local village and the neighboring one. There was a touch of those days in his joke.

Going back to the late nineties, Tang Hai was truly young back then, with regular, handsome features and a fresh, clean-cut look.

Zhu Xiumei wasn't bad either; she was pretty and had a generous personality. Standing together, they were a couple that everyone in the village envied.

Come to think of it, it could be considered a good match—it's just that they both came from ordinary families and didn't have much spare money in their pockets.

The people from the Zhu family always grumbled that their finest girl had been snatched up so cheaply by the Tang Family, and that wasn't half a lie.

Tang Luochuan's good looks were entirely thanks to his parents; his features and physique followed them, making him exceptionally handsome.

But looking at his father's back now, especially the area on the back of his head that was vaguely thinning and showing signs of baldness, Tang Luochuan's heart suddenly tightened. He felt choked up, an indescribable feeling.

"Dad... you're going bald." Tang Luochuan blurted out suddenly.

His father looked back at him kindly: "Shut up!!!"

...

They left the station and arrived at the parking lot.

Tang Hai stared at the rolls-royce cullinan in front of him, his eyes burning again: "Luochuan, are you going to school in Shanghai?"

"Yes! Why?"

"What are you studying? Robbing banks?" Tang Hai's hand gently stroked the car's hood, his fingertips grazing the Spirit of Ecstasy emblem: "Or is it that robbing banks isn't illegal anymore?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiumei immediately slapped Tang Hai's arm, saying irritably, "What nonsense are you talking about! Our son earns money properly; how could he do something illegal!"

While she said that, her eyes were glued to the rolls-royce cullinan's emblem. She reached out to touch it, then quickly pulled back, afraid of damaging it, "This car must cost a lot, right? Be careful when driving it; don't scratch or bump it."

Tang Luochuan took out the keys and handed them to his father, "Why don't you give it a try? When we go back to the village, you can drive it!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Hai stared at his son, somewhat expectant: "Really? Then what about you?"

"I'll order another one. I'm planning to buy a Ferrari in a couple of days..."

Tang Hai: "..."

Seeing his old father's speechlessness, Tang Luochuan opened the driver's door, "Get in and try it. If you like it, you can take it."

Tang Hai shook his head, "No, a Mercedes-Benz at home is enough. If I drove this to work, I'm afraid the factory manager would feel bad."

"Oh, Dad, you really understand worldly wisdom!" Tang Luochuan felt it made sense. Back in his hometown, whether in the residential area or the village, driving a Mercedes-Benz was considered the pinnacle.

If one really had a luxury car worth millions, one wouldn't dare to drive it out easily.

People die for wealth, just as birds die for food.

You never know when some ill-intentioned person might target you.