C4 Your Honor

The viewers in the livestream room were clueless about Soong Yang's activities.

Once they overheard the phone call, they realized he was there for a blind date.

"Does a wealthy anchor like him really need to go on blind dates?"

"His relatives are way too pushy!"

"The anchor is just five minutes late because he stopped to help someone. It wasn't intentional. Why the rush? Is your daughter some kind of divine beauty?"

"Could she even compare to my daughter?"

"Just wait, the anchor will turn the tables and leave her embarrassed!"

The mood in the livestream room was heated, as it was clear that this woman was belittling the anchor!

By then, Soong Yang had arrived at room 203.

Upon entering, he was greeted by a room full of people.

At the head of the table sat a portly man in a crisply pressed suit, arrogantly puffing on a cigarette. This had to be the so-called Manager Zhao.

He was flanked by several flashy young men and women.

Then Soong Yang spotted his mother, relegated to a spot near the door.

She was perched on a small, low stool, conspicuously lower than the other chairs.

His distant aunt had taken her disdain for his mother to the extreme, and Soong Yang's gaze grew icy.

"Yang, you've arrived. Come, have a seat," his mother said, rising to greet him with a faltering step.

Soong Yang felt a twinge in his heart. His mother had labored hard in her youth, suffering from a chronic leg condition, and with little income at home, she had endured without seeking medical attention.

Now, for the sake of her son's matrimonial prospects, she accepted her humble seat without complaint.

Soong Yang internally scoffed; he wouldn't let those who disrespected his mother off easily.

"Soong Yang, who do you think you are, acting all high and mighty? You're my relative, and it's only out of kindness that you're invited to my dinner. You have no manners!" his aunt sneered, showing no respect for Soong Yang or his mother.

As she finished, the rest of the group scoffed and snickered.

A woman with curly hair glanced at Soong Yang disdainfully and said, "Soong Yang, you might not like hearing this, but everyone here is a high-earner, making over five thousand a month! Manager Zhao even pulls in more than ten thousand! What about you? Do you even make two thousand?"

She's my cousin Jiaojiao, who works as a secretary for a company manager.

Her look was bold, with striking red lips and dramatically curled false eyelashes.

Manager Zhao wore a modest look of pride; he had managed to purchase a Volkswagen Themagotan in just two years—a luxury business car valued at over two hundred thousand!

After Jiaojiao had her say, a young man chimed in, "Just look at his bargain-bin outfit. He'd be lucky to pull in fifteen hundred!"

"Perhaps it's eighteen hundred dollars!"

"Enough talk. Come work for me tomorrow, cleaning toilets. I'll pay you two thousand five hundred a month, as a favor to Jiaojiao," interjected Manager Zhao from his central seat.

"It's a solid opportunity, Soong Yang. You should grab it. Manager Zhao doesn't often give chances to the youth," his aunt added.

His mother's face twisted with discomfort at these words.

Soong Yang spoke up, "Such a meager wage hardly piques my interest. I wouldn't have bothered showing up if it weren't for my mom."

His aunt snapped back in irritation, "What kind of talk is that? Dining with such accomplished individuals is a privilege for you. You could gain so much insight into the world. To hear you speak like this—I'm utterly disappointed!"

Soong Yang just laughed softly. "You've got it twisted. It's actually your privilege to dine with me!"