Chen Feng's aunt, Chen Xiaoxia, was forty-six years old this year. In her youth, she had been a slender beauty, had attended junior college, and then fell in love at her school, marrying her current husband after graduating.
Her husband, Chen Feng's uncle Fang Ruiming, now ran a plastic products factory, with an annual income of millions.
As a result, his family was considered quite wealthy among ordinary folks.
Relatively speaking, the Chen family used to be much poorer than them, and they were the poor relatives of the Fang Ruiming family.
For a rich man like Fang Ruiming, of course, he didn't want to deal with poor relatives, but he interacted with them out of human decency, mainly because of his wife.
Every Chinese New Year, when Chen Feng's family came over to visit, Fang Ruiming's attitude was very dismissive, not mocking or haughty, but with a sense of indifference and perfunctoriness.
