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That morning, Jia Ru pulled Shen Meng into a room to ask her all about Yang Hui.
When she learned that Yang Hui's family was also from a small mountain village in Qingjiang Province and that his parents were farmers, she breathed a long sigh of relief. She hadn't wanted her daughter to find some second-generation rich kid. Their upbringings were too different, and their values would inevitably clash. Things might be fine while they were dating, but living together in the future would reveal all sorts of conflicting habits. From that perspective, the old saying about partners needing to be well-matched really had some truth to it.
But then a question occurred to Jia Ru. "Meng Meng, if Yang Hui's family are all farmers, and he's still buying you a car... he isn't just stretching himself thin to keep up appearances, is he? If you spend everything now, you'll have nothing to live on later. What do you need a car for?"
