I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Lazy girl, get up quickly! Xiaoyu is here to pick you up, we need to leave right away!" Wang Lijuan grumbled as she urged Ye Wei, "Hurry up, don't keep Xiaoyu waiting, his Rolls-Royce fleet is still downstairs waiting for us!"

"What?" Ye Wei almost doubted her own hearing.

What's happening? Rolls-Royces? Could Zhu Xiaoyu afford such cars? Given his situation, it would have been impressive enough if he and his friends could scrape together a decent convoy of cars.

The relatives at Ye Wei's home were even more astonished; they knew Ye Wei had found herself a lame partner and said they were coming to the wedding today, but it was more about flaunting their superiority.

But hearing that Zhu Xiaoyu was coming in a Rolls-Royce, some of their faces turned sour on the spot.

Even the wealthiest among them only rented a basic entry-level Bentley at the time, which was still a notch below a Rolls-Royce.

"Lijuan, you're joking, right? There's no need to save face like this. Everyone knows your son-in-law is just a clerk at the police station. Even if you want to brag, make it believable, okay?"

"Exactly, we're all family here; we won't mock you. There's no need for this."

"Who said I'm bragging?" Wang Lijuan puffed up her chest, "My mouth might lie, but your eyes certainly won't deceive you, right? The cars are parked right below; you can go see for yourselves!"

"Really?" The relatives crowded doubtfully at the window and looked down.

This is just preposterous! The entire neighborhood was blocked by the fleet of cars, and the most absurd part was that, usually, even if someone did rent a luxury car for a wedding, only the lead car would be a luxury vehicle; the rest would be somewhat nicer cars.

But this entire fleet was composed of Rolls-Royces; had they gone mad with wealth?

"A blue Rolls-Royce Phantom? I've seen it online—it's a car worth over a hundred million! Isn't that car limited to one unit worldwide? How could it be here in our shabby place?"

"And those five white Rolls-Royces are all Phantoms as well, at least twenty or thirty million each!"

"Is this really here to pick up Ye Wei?"

"Impossible!" A somewhat portly middle-aged woman said, "Lijuan, this must be someone else's fleet, right? They just happened to be picking up someone in our neighborhood. Your lie is too far-fetched."

"You all live nearby; you know the people in our complex. Do we have anyone else getting married today?"

This question left the relatives speechless.

"And, the people downstairs waiting for the groom all heard it. If you don't believe me, ask them," Wang Lijuan said, tilting her head high with pride, love it or doubt it—the truth is the truth!

"Mom, it's true, I heard it myself; the driver who got off the car said he was here to pick up Weiwei," a girl blocking the door downstairs told the woman.

"What?" The woman's face changed.

Seeing their reactions, Wang Lijuan felt even more triumphant.

"Why are you all standing here? My son-in-law and his comrades came over early in the morning; hurry up and move some chairs for them to sit!"

These groomsmen were all born of special forces, and they were the only ones who could handle such a tough mother-in-law.

They had already mentally prepared themselves, whether for drinking or for push-ups; these were what the special forces excelled at.

But unexpectedly, they didn't have to do anything to get in. Fetching the bride? Wedding pranks? The Asura Field for groomsmen? Is that all?

"No, we can't leave just yet; the groom has not put the engagement ring on the bride yet!" shouted a relative from the bride's side.

Following the customs of Dongji City, they rarely had an engagement process, but they needed to prepare five rings in a marriage: one proposal ring, a pair of engagement rings, and a pair of wedding bands.

Actually, most people getting married would omit the engagement rings to save money; they couldn't be worn long and weren't seen as necessary.

Zhu Xiaoyu had made a simple handmade ring out of a bullet when he proposed, which, to them, was undoubtedly the most valuable thing.

Zhu Xiaoyu had the wedding rings prepared, but those were for use during the wedding ceremony and were still at the hotel. He didn't have any other rings, and his financial situation wouldn't allow him any extra expenses anyway.

"An engagement ring!" Zhu Xiaoyu and Ye Wei had hardly reacted before Wang Lijuan spoke up in their defense, "What era do we live in that we still adhere to such old customs? I think you're just trying to make things difficult for our son-in-law!"

"Lijuan, you can't say that. These are the traditions handed down by our ancestors. How can we simply discard them?"

"When our Yao Yao got married, our son-in-law prepared a diamond ring over one carat, 150,000 it was!"

"Exactly, if your son-in-law is so capable, then surely an engagement ring is indispensable?"

First comparing children's academic achievements, now who's marrying better, this circle of comparison never ends.

That Rolls-Royce motorcade had really made the Wang family stand out. All the snide comments they had prepared suddenly became choked in their throats.

Now that there was a chance, how could they not scramble to regain some face?

"Oh, is Yao Yao's husband that wealthy?"

"Well, not like our girl who just married a sales manager from a small company. Their wedding rings were worth only seventy to eighty thousand."

The relatives were all glancing and commenting, and it was hard to tell if they were being modest or boasting. For most people, a diamond ring worth thirty to fifty thousand was already quite good.

All of a sudden, Wang Lijuan's face soured, as it seemed that even Zhu Xiaoyu arriving with a fleet of luxury cars wouldn't shut these gossipy women up.

"I..." Zhu Xiaoyu and Ye Wei looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

Zhu Xiaoyu knew that Ye Wei didn't care about this, but after all, family gatherings were still to happen in the future, and this could become a handle against her.

"Sorry Mr. Zhu, there was something I forgot to give you earlier." At that moment, the middle-aged driver who had driven the lead car walked into the room and handed Zhu Xiaoyu a box.

"This..."

"This is the ring our boss prepared for you," said the driver, "but the boss said there wasn't much time, so it was put together in a rush. Just make do with this for now."

Zhu Xiaoyu received the box, as everyone crowded around, eager to see what kind of ring it was.

The instant the box opened, a dazzling blue hue immediately caused everyone's pupils to dilate several times over.

It was a massive Blue Diamond ring. No one there had ever seen a diamond so large in their lives—they had not even seen one a tenth of its size!

Zhu Xiaoyu's hand, holding the box, trembled uncontrollably. This was a rush job? Making do? What kind of person could utter such words?

"This couldn't be a moissanite, could it?" An off-key voice arose from the crowd. They all look the same, and we're not experts, who knows if it's real or fake?

The middle-aged man turned a deaf ear to this comment, "Mr. Zhu, this diamond is called the Harry Winston Blue Diamond, weighing 13.22 carats. In 2014, it was auctioned off at Christie's Auction House for the price of 23.4 million US dollars. Our boss bought this diamond ring from the head of Harry Winston this very morning."

"Over 23 million US dollars?"

"Holy shit!"

"What kind of friend is this? Does he need more friends?"

"My God, such a big diamond ring, wouldn't you need ten bodyguards just to wear it out?"

"Who wants to give me a diamond ring worth over 23 million? I'd like to make do with that too!"

"Oh, right, this is the certificate."

When the middle-aged man took out the certificate, thick as a thesis paper, all those who had been skeptical fell silent.

A diamond ring worth a hundred and fifty thousand, seventy to eighty thousand?

Does that kind of small diamond even deserve the name 'diamond'?