Chapter 89: The Honorable Nephew-in-Law

At Pudong International Airport, after several hours of travel, Bei Tianfu had just landed, accompanied by his wife, Shen Jie.

As they walked and talked, Bei Tianfu also received a call from Bei Jiajia.

“Have you arrived?” Shen Jie asked, looking at her husband.

“Yes. Jiajia and Bei Wei’s boyfriend are here too. You didn’t meet him last time, so this time you can,” Bei Tianfu said with a nod and a smile.

“I see. You’re praising them sky-high again,” Shen Jie said playfully. “Our Jiajia will surely find someone better in the future, so why boost his ego, dampen-”

“They’re family,” Bei Tianfu interrupted her directly.

“If Jiajia can’t find someone equal in the future, even half as good as Little Zhang, I’d be laughing awake,” he added.

Shen Jie pursed her lips and said nothing this time.

They collected their luggage and slowly made their way out of the airport with the crowd. From afar, Bei Tianfu immediately spotted Bei Jiajia waving at them from the roadside.

Next to Bei Jiajia was a striking couple-wasn’t that Bei Wei and Zhang Yang?

“There they are. That tall one over there is Little Zhang. Look,” Bei Tianfu quickly tugged Shen Jie’s hand to point them out.

“Where?” Shen Jie looked curiously.

She didn’t need to look carefully; among the passing crowd, she immediately saw a tall, handsome figure standing by the roadside.

He stood out effortlessly.

“Tsk, can’t argue with that face,” Shen Jie admitted. Even with her deliberately critical eye, there was nothing to fault in his appearance or physique.

Bei Tianfu looked at his wife, smiling, and led her forward.

“Little Zhang, Bei Wei, thank you so much.”

“Just a small matter, Uncle Bei. And this must be your aunt?” Zhang Yang smiled at the woman standing next to Bei Jiajia, who resembled her.

“Yes, that’s my mom,” Bei Jiajia said, smiling and looping her arm through Shen Jie’s.

Shen Jie looked closely at the young man in front of her and couldn’t help but marvel at Bei Wei’s taste.

Honestly, among Bei family peers, the only ones worth comparing were their daughter and Bei Wei. Previously, though Bei Wei’s figure and looks far outshone Jiajia’s, she never felt threatened because of their family’s economic power-it dwarfed the other family’s by several streets.

Now it seemed… she still hadn’t found such a good boyfriend!

Recalling snippets from Bei Tianfu, Shen Jie let out a sigh.

“Here, Uncle Bei, I’ll take the luggage,” Zhang Yang said, helping with the bags and opening the trunk of a nearby Cullinan.

“Eh… what’s this?” Bei Tianfu stared at the sleek black car, the twin Rs on the back making his heart race. “Is this the Rolls-Royce of my honorable nephew-in-law?”

Though outwardly calm, he was secretly overwhelmed.

“Dad, Little Zhang also has a Bentley,” Bei Jiajia chimed in.

Bei Tianfu nodded blankly, then hurriedly took his equally stunned wife’s hand as they approached the Cullinan.

The five of them were riding in the SUV, the top of its class-spacious and solid. Bei Wei sat in the front passenger seat, while Bei Tianfu and his family of three fit perfectly in the back.

Sitting in the most luxurious SUV on the road, Bei Tianfu felt slightly uneasy.

With the starlight roof, carbon fiber trim, extensive premium leather, and a blend of vintage and modern touches, Bei Tianfu, who knew a little about cars, immediately thought: full top configuration.

This must cost tens of millions.

Compared to this pinnacle of luxury, his so-called luxury car was like a bread van.

Even if he expanded his company several times over, he couldn’t dream of owning such a car.

Wait-Bei Jiajia said Little Zhang has a Bentley too?

“Mom, Dad, why are you so quiet? Something’s off,” Bei Jiajia said, sitting between them and glancing at their expressions, pretending not to know what was going through their minds.

Oddly, even though it was Bei Wei’s boyfriend, the pride should belong to her sister. Yet this little aunt felt prouder than anyone.

“You girl, how do you talk?” Shen Jie finally snapped. If no one were around, she would scold Bei Jiajia for being clueless.

Why so proud? Your sister completely outshines you, and you don’t even realize it.

Bei Jiajia giggled, looping her arms around the people on either side, settling into the perfectly comfortable leather seat. Looking up at the starry roof made of 1,344 individual fiber-optic strands, she felt extremely delighted.

“Uncle, Zhang Yang said he’ll handle tonight,” Bei Wei said from the passenger seat, smiling back.

“Little Zhang, you’re too polite,” Bei Tianfu said.

“It’s my duty as host since you came to Shanghai,” Zhang Yang replied with a smile. “We’re family, so I prepared a full spread at home tonight.”

Having just moved in, inviting guests over made for a lively gathering.

“A home feast? Great! Lively and full of atmosphere,” Bei Tianfu said, clapping his thigh with delight. He, used to eating out constantly, had long wanted a family-style feast at home with friends and relatives in a free, relaxed setting.

Zhang Yang drove straight from the airport to Lujiazui, Pudong.

In the back, Bei Tianfu and his family watched the changing scenery through the window, taking in Lujiazui’s dazzling skyline, quietly chatting.

The car slowed as skyscrapers surrounded them.

Looking up at the imposing center towers of Shanghai and then at the nearby COFCO Haijing No. 1, Bei Tianfu’s eyes widened. “Ah? This… this is my honorable nephew-in-law’s home?”

No wonder he was in awe-these riverside skyscrapers symbolized the pinnacle of wealth and achievement.

Even maintaining their current status felt impressive under this peak of wealth.

Zhang Yang, noticing Bei Wei still staring out the window, gently held her hand.

Minutes later, inside a massive flat at COFCO Haijing No. 1:

“Brother-in-law… this is your new house!” Bei Jiajia exclaimed with delight, calling him “brother-in-law” sweeter than anyone else.

Bei Tianfu and his wife felt like country bumpkins in a grand estate, standing dumbfounded in the riverside mansion, feeling completely overwhelmed.

The space was huge, with the Huangpu River in sight and a balcony overlooking the historic Bund.

The perspective and height were breathtaking.

Bei Tianfu leaned on the railing, feeling an inexplicable surge of pride. A true business titan feels this way!

Standing here above the Huangpu River, every thought feels grand and elevated.

Though usually called Boss Bei or President Bei, here he only wanted to be “Little Bei.”

“Make yourselves comfortable. We just moved in a couple of days ago,” Zhang Yang said, amused at the still-stunned young lady. First time in this house, even he was amazed.

“Tonight, we’ll stay here,” Zhang Yang waved at Bei Wei, pulling her out of her daze.

Bei Wei nodded, still recovering from the shock.

Nearby, Bei Jiajia kept exclaiming in amazement, unable to hide her excitement, like a comic side character in a story.

“A million-yuan TV?”

“What? This faucet really costs tens of thousands?”

“I’ll take a photo for my social feed… will people doubt me?”

She even photographed the Huangpu River and Bund from the balcony.

“What? Someone asked if this is Tomson Riviera? Haha, no, but it’s next door.”

“Online pic? Should I appear in it?”

“Whose house? My brother-in-law’s. Any objections?”

Zhang Yang saw Bei Tianfu and his wife barely sitting on the sofa, extremely stiff.

“My honorable nephew-in-law, we haven’t prepared anything!” Bei Tianfu banged his thigh, frustrated.

“Oh, no need to be polite,” Zhang Yang replied, then realized the formal title sounded odd. “Uncle Bei, just call me Little Zhang. Don’t need this fancy, old-fashioned title.”

Bei Tianfu felt awkward.

He had struggled with how to address him.

Calling him Little Zhang felt too casual given his wealth. Using his name was too distant. He wanted something humble yet close-thus, honorable nephew-in-law seemed fitting.

If only he were my son-in-law… I could just say ‘virtuous son-in-law,’ proper and elegant, he thought.

“Uncle Bei, calling me that is…” Zhang Yang said, speechless, as his phone rang. It was the team for tonight’s dinner arriving.

Moments later, another call confirmed the gourmet dinner delivery.

Half an hour later, the high-end dinner team worked in the kitchen. Though the standard was ten thousand yuan, only five would dine, so every delicacy was served.

On the living room table: Zengcheng green lychee, ruby Rome grapes, Beauty Strawberry…

Bei Tianfu and Shen Jie, aware of the fruit’s value, were too stunned to eat, while Bei Jiajia enjoyed them freely.

“Wife, you haven’t spoken in a while,” Bei Tianfu said to Shen Jie.

“What’s there to say?” she replied with a wry smile. “Our Jiajia, even if she only finds one-tenth as good as Little Zhang in the future, we’d be laughing awake.”

She watched Bei Wei on tiptoe giving her beloved a passionate kiss on the balcony, feeling intensely envious.

Such a perfect boyfriend-how did Bei Wei find him without flaunting it?

Beside her, their carefree daughter was more joyful than anyone else today.

She munched on the pricey fruit while busy chatting with various curious WeChat friends who kept asking her questions, her expression brimming with pride, fully indulging her sense of vanity and self-importance.

“Mom, Dad, how much did my brother-in-law spend on this house?” Bei Jiajia asked, ready to give her WeChat friends an answer.

“How… how would we know?” Bei Tianfu was at a loss for words.

Bei Jiajia didn’t hesitate; she looked toward the balcony. “Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law, how much did this house cost?”

From afar, Zhang Yang raised his index finger twice at her.

“Got it-one hundred ten million!” Two index fingers obviously didn’t mean eleven million; it naturally meant one hundred ten million.

She quickly typed the message and sent it, then paused, staring blankly at her phone screen before looking up at her parents.

“Mom, Dad, it’s one hundred ten million!”

“I know, Dad knows,” Bei Tianfu muttered repeatedly to himself.

Though they had mentally prepared, actually hearing a number counted in millions had a shock value few could handle.

“I’m going to hug his leg,” Bei Jiajia suddenly exclaimed, jumping up.

Bei Tianfu quickly grabbed her hand. What was she thinking? Didn’t she see Zhang Yang and Bei Wei enjoying their private moment?

“Just sit here, eat the fruit, and look at the TV. A million-yuan TV-you think you’ll get another chance to watch it?” Bei Tianfu said, his face flushed with embarrassment.

Look at him.

Does this sound like the words of a somewhat worldly, asset-owning businessman?

He looked like a complete country bumpkin.

Bei Jiajia made a sound of mild protest and reluctantly sat down.

In the kitchen, the chef team worked in full swing, while the family of three watched the ultra-detailed TV screen absentmindedly.

On the balcony, Zhang Yang held Bei Wei gently, feeling the river breeze, his mood exceptionally relaxed.

The sunset over the river, the endless flow of the Bund…

“Zhang Yang, look here,” Bei Wei called softly.

Zhang Yang turned and saw Bei Wei holding up her phone, trying to capture the moment.

He smiled, accustomed to it-girls always liked sharing sweet moments and recording life. So he let his smile be captured in the frame.

Though they appeared to be a showy, PDA couple, anyone paying attention would notice the signs.

The angle, the river view, the fleeting glimpse of the grand balcony…

Bei Wei lowered her head to adjust the photo and posted it to her Moments.

A quick refresh brought a flood of likes and comments.

Zhang Yang didn’t know the exact comments, but seeing Bei Wei occasionally smile proudly while looking down, he could easily guess.