93: Chapter 93 A casual remark about billions left the entire audience stunned.

Su Wantang didn't quite understand, and she hadn't thought about the concept of "matching social status," but she immediately thought of Jiang Jinyue.

Although she and Jiang Jinyue didn't exactly get along, there wasn't any major conflict between them. Still, she had to gossip about her when the opportunity arose.

She even happily grabbed Meng Fanyi's hand and said, "Let me tell you, that Jiang Jinyue I mentioned earlier—her family is the truly wealthy one."

"If anyone has to suffer, it should be her! That little brat, she's not very big but has quite the temper, and her family has several billion, right?"

Everyone was shocked—the one named Jiang Jinyue was even wealthier?? What was going on?

Meng Fanyi's hand holding the water cup froze abruptly, the rim bumping against her lips. She didn't even care about the scalding heat as she gasped, her eyes full of disbelief. Several billion?

She had never even seen a million in cash in her entire life; how could that Jiang Jinyue's family actually have several billion?

"When she marries over, let me tell you, I... I... I'll make her wash the dishes every day!" Su Wantang only had this much capability, and thinking about the dishwashing matter, she felt quite awkward herself.

There really weren't any bowls left at home; they had all been smashed to pieces by her and Tang Luochuan.

"Not necessarily, sister Wantang! If that girl's family is even wealthier, would her parents be willing to let their daughter marry into this family?" Meng Fanyi didn't believe it at all.

Upon hearing this, Su Wantang became even more enthusiastic: "Let me tell you, Tang Luochuan has already met her parents! They supposedly chatted very well. Oh my, I need to hurry too; my parents will definitely like Luochuan. I forgot about this; I'll arrange a meeting as soon as we get back to Shanghai."

After she said this, Meng Fanyi, Zhu Jianhua, and the others were even more confused.

"Am I the shallow one? Are wealthy people in Shanghai... not materialistic?" Zhu Jianhua was inwardly shocked. He had been working for a few years and had come into contact with quite a few people.

Everyone in life had only one goal, and that was to make money.

But... why could his cousin hook two wealthy heiresses??

One of them even had a net worth of several billion? Was he living off a woman? Just because he was handsome?

But there was really no helping that; a person's temperament was innate, and Tang Luochuan was good at his studies. However, the thing he was praised for the most since childhood wasn't his diligence in studying, but rather:

'This kid is so handsome.'

'This child is so pretty.'

Remarks like these, combined with his free-spirited and uninhibited personality, certainly made him very charming. It was just that... living off a woman was a bit unseemly.

Zhu Jianhua felt uncomfortable. Originally, he had been quite happy to be marrying Meng Fanyi, and with the newly purchased BMW X3, he had felt much more confident. But now, comparing people only leads to frustration.

Meanwhile, Meng Fanyi remained composed, maintaining her smile. She knew Su Wantang wasn't pretending. But this inadvertent display made her feel even sadder. Su Wantang's life... was the one she wanted.

Dinner was soon ready. Tang Luochuan led Su Wantang directly to a round table in the corner.

"Let's just eat here."

After sitting down, Su Wantang curiously looked around: "This is my first time eating at a banquet in a courtyard."

The courtyard was filled with four large round tables, and a few more were set up in the living room and the hallway of the house. Since the guests were all relatives and friends, Tang Luochuan still wanted to keep a low profile. It happened that he would be picking up Jiang Jinyue tomorrow, so there was no need to come too early.

Tang Luochuan had seen many poor people enter big cities; he had seen plenty of that awkward, unsophisticated demeanor. But who could have imagined that a city person coming to the countryside for the first time, eating at a banquet in a courtyard, would also look so rustic and unsophisticated?

Su Wantang swayed her body as she sat on the small stool at the round table, the novelty in her eyes as she looked at the table full of large bowls and small plates impossible to hide.

"Hehe, I'm hungry. When can we eat?" Su Wantang licked her lips and clutched her stomach, looking a bit embarrassed.

Tang Luochuan was just about to say, "Wait until everyone is here." An uncle nearby immediately said, "Just start eating. Girl, we don't have anything good to treat you with! As long as you don't mind. Luochuan, get your wife a bowl, serve her a separate portion, and let her eat first! Don't let the child go hungry."

Who said people in the countryside are all snobs, calculating, callous, and selfish? Most people in the countryside are more passionate, simple, and kind. Of course, if one insists on using money to challenge human nature, it would be difficult for anyone to resist.

"Okay." Tang Luochuan didn't think there was anything inappropriate about it. He fetched a separate bowl and plate for her and placed them in front of the girl: "Don't go breaking these too."

"Mm~~ Thank you, Uncle!" Su Wantang smiled and expressed her gratitude to the uncle.

"Oh, you're welcome! When you and Luochuan get married, you must invite me to the wedding banquet."

Upon hearing the word "married," Su Wantang felt a sweetness in her heart and quickly agreed: "Definitely."

...

In the living room, Meng Fanyi prepared to leave. She wouldn't be coming tomorrow, just waiting for the day after tomorrow to get married and enter the family. But seeing Tang Luochuan and Su Wantang as such a "divine couple" today made her feel uncomfortable.

They say that beautiful flowers cannot bloom in barren soil, and there is some truth to that. Before she went to Shanghai, she had already come into contact with quite a few wealthy people in society, and her beauty had brought her certain advantages.

In high school, other students thought that two or three hundred a week for living expenses was enough. But she had experienced others—older brothers outside would give her four or five thousand a month. She had even received over ten thousand!!

There was even an uncle who paid to keep her for 20,000 a month. Money came easily, letting her know that in this world, there really were bags that cost tens of thousands. That was her parents' savings for half a year.

There really were people who could spend over a hundred thousand, hundreds of thousands, or even more on games. Money satisfied most of her desires, but now she seemed to see a pure relationship. This, however, was something she could not reach.

"Cousin Jianhua..." Meng Fanyi picked up her Chanel bag, suddenly feeling it wasn't so appealing anymore.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Jianhua responded.

Meng Fanyi glanced at Su Wantang outside the door and whispered, "After we get married, the demolition compensation! Can you give me the portion that belongs to me?"

"Uh... this... of course... hehe..." Zhu Jianhua hadn't intended to hoard it, but the fact that the girl brought it up proactively still made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

His parents had also said that the demolition compensation for the two of them should be left for them to decide. But the young man's idea was that both should retain autonomy, but put the money together to maintain a joint household, rather than each managing their own money.

"What do you want to do with it?" Zhu Jianhua asked.

Meng Fanyi answered vaguely: "For living expenses. I can't just spend your money, right? If I have some money of my own, I can also support my own life."

The slight discomfort in Zhu Jianhua's heart was instantly suppressed. He just assumed she was a young girl who wanted to keep some private savings, so he nodded with a smile: "Alright, when the money comes down, I'll have it transferred directly to your card. You can spend it however you like."

Meng Fanyi twitched the corner of her mouth and didn't speak again. She wasn't asking for private savings; she just suddenly felt that having the demolition money in her own hands was her only source of confidence. She had absolutely no feelings for Zhu Jianhua.

When leaving, she passed by the young man. Tang Luochuan's table had already gotten up. "Young Master Tang"... the famous "Rice-Devouring Son," it was the same at school.

Shen Muyan and Jiang Jinyue had long discovered that whenever it was time to eat, this guy would start burying his head and eating intently. He wouldn't pay attention to anyone, only speaking a few words when he was almost full.