Chapter 252 - The Closest To Her. Auntie’s Homecoming (1/2)

Qin Yirou beamed at the knowledge of Qin Fangfang coming home.

Qin Fangfang was the only one in their generation to have gotten into a university. Among her peers, her academic results had always been the best.

People who could be accepted into universities were scarce in Qin Yirou’s generation. That was why the countryside folks always believed that a bright future lied ahead of the kids who could enter university.

Qin Fangfang was no doubt one of those kids. She was accepted by a prestigious university in another province and thrived thereafter completing her studies. After that, she met an affluent boyfriend and got married to him, rarely coming back once in a year.

Out of everyone in the Qin Family, Qin Fangfang was the closest to Qin Yirou. Both sisters were tightly knitted that they shared secrets.

It was just that Qin Fangfang did not have much time to come back when she happened to study, work, and got married in another province, so the close sisterhood slowly faded with time.

When Zhang Meihua was informed that her youngest daughter was coming home for a visit, her smile threatened to split her face in half. Her youngest daughter had always been her pride.

She excelled in her studies from a young age. Not only did she get into a prestigious university, but she also married a rich man! It was said that her husband’s worth millions of yuan! His family could even afford a small car!

Anyone who could afford to drive around a car in this era was guaranteed to be a rich man.

“Honk! Honk!” Not a while later, the honking of a car sounded outside.

Zhang Meihua ran out quickly once she heard it while Qin Yirou took Yun Jian along with her and went out too.

A black Santana was seen driving over honking all the way to the house. Neighbors who were at home came out when they heard the continuous pressing of the car horn, watching in envy. There was even someone who shouted pointing at the Santana sedan, “Look, it’s a sedan, it’s someone rich!”

A small town like Xinjiang Town rarely saw the presence of a car in this decade. Even if there was one, it was usually a richer folk who worked outside, driving it back when he came back.

As things were, there were probably one or two households in the town who could afford a car. Therefore, when Zhang Meihua heard praises from her neighbors, she was grinning in pride.

That was her son-in-law’s car!