The school Yang Guang attended was indeed far superior to Changjing University School of Medicine, where Zhang Yang studied.

Yang Qing's pride was not unfounded. Although Yang Guang couldn't match Zhang Yang in every aspect, at least his choice of university was better.

Parents always hoped their children would fare better, no matter who they were facing. Of course, these were sentiments he would never voice; just feeling them internally was enough.

Glancing back at Yang Guang, Zhang Yang nodded approvingly.

Zhang Yang was no stranger to the school Yang Guang attended; it was the same one he had attended in his previous life. Although its ranking declined later on, it remained among the top institutions and was absolutely among the nation's elite at this time.

Zhang Yang knew clearly that getting into such a school was no easy feat, and he was genuinely happy for his younger cousin, not concerning himself with Yang Qing's petty thoughts.

As they chatted, Zhang Aiying and the others came into the living room carrying dishes. Lunch was ready, and it was time to eat.

The lunch was lively. Zhang Keqin drank more than usual. Normally, he was very restrained with alcohol, taking only sips. Even the Monkey Wine Zhang Yang gifted him was consumed in small amounts.

At his level, one had to maintain a clear mind at all times. Unless exceptionally happy, he would never get drunk. Today, however, Zhang Keqin was clearly in high spirits, actively drinking. While he didn't get completely drunk, he became quite dizzy and had to be helped to his room to rest.

His son was back, and returned with him. Nobody knew this was his greatest wish in over a decade, bigger than any other desire.

This wish was finally fulfilled today.

Yang Qing had good tolerance for alcohol. Although he drank quite a bit, he was in much better shape than Zhang Keqin. After the meal, he even initiated conversation with Zhang Yang, clearly very curious about him.

In Yang Qing's memory, Zhang Yang used to be just an immature child, but he couldn't believe how much he had changed in just a few years.

Having built his business through extensive contact with various people, he always felt there was something unfathomable about Zhang Yang.

“Dad, Uncle, I’m back. Huh? Why is there a horse here? And such a beautiful one?”

As the two were talking, a clear voice echoed from the courtyard outside. Zhang Yang's expression shifted slightly, and he immediately stood up.

“Don’t touch it!”

Zhang Yang called out softly, but the sound contained a hint of internal force. The person outside heard it clearly and was instantly stunned, freezing in place.

Zhang Yang stepped out, and Yang Qing quickly followed.

In the courtyard stood a girl, appearing to be around fifteen. From where she stood, it was clear she was about to approach Zhui Feng.

This girl was quite bold. Although Zhui Feng wasn't large, compared to other horses, it towered over her. Furthermore, Zhui Feng had no reins; even if it were an ordinary horse, it could easily injure her.

“Wanying, why are you only arriving now?”

Seeing the young girl outside, Yang Qing called out urgently. Yang Guang wasn't home at the moment; he had already grabbed the keys to the Hummer and was likely out joyriding somewhere.

“Wanying?”

Hearing the name, Zhang Yang paused slightly before instantly realizing that the girl he had stopped was the vaguely remembered cousin. Zhang Yang had been away for over a decade; Yang Wanying had only been three or four then, so it was normal that Zhang Yang didn't recall her.

“Zhui Feng has a difficult temperament, don't get close to him!”

Knowing the girl was his younger cousin, Zhang Yang’s tone softened considerably. Zhang Yang had always been alone, rarely having younger siblings—Mi Xue’s side didn't count. Both Yang Guang and Yang Wanying before him were his true younger siblings, connected by blood.

“Who are you? Why are you so mean!”

As soon as Zhang Yang spoke, the little girl’s eyes immediately welled up, and she glared fiercely at him. Before finishing, she stomped her foot and turned to leave.

Watching her retreating figure, Zhang Yang was slightly astonished. His little cousin seemed to have quite a temper, and he seemed to have offended her on their very first meeting.

However, even if it meant offending her, he couldn't let her approach Zhui Feng; that would definitely harm the little girl.

“Zhang Yang, I’m sorry. You see, she’s been spoiled rotten by us.”

Yang Wanying leaving abruptly right after arriving made Yang Qing feel awkward. Standing aside, he quietly explained the situation to Zhang Yang. He knew well that his successful business, which had progressed without much turbulence, was largely due to his brother-in-law, who held a high-ranking position in the Provincial Party Committee. Although Zhang Keqin never said much, people gave them face once they knew of their connection. Zhang Keqin was young but held a significant rank, belonging to the emerging generation of promising leaders. Lower-ranking officials naturally wouldn't court trouble by offending the relatives of such a person. In China, connections were always the most crucial resource.

“It’s alright. Should I go bring her back? She hasn't eaten yet, has she?”

Zhang Yang felt a little awkward too. Regardless, she was his blood cousin, and a child at that. Yang Wanying was only fifteen, still in high school, but her attire didn't suggest a student. Zhang Yang had noticed her clothing earlier. While not as overtly sexy as what Mi Xue wore previously, it wasn't current school uniform either; her skirt was very short. Although this era was already quite liberal, not many high school girls dared to wear such short skirts. Furthermore, her ears had multiple piercings adorned with strange earrings, and her hair wasn't entirely black—part of it was dyed yellowish, with hints of red. Zhang Yang recalled