Han Ting Hotel, a renowned five-star hotel in the Capital City, has hosted countless famous singers and movie stars, even high-level officials have stayed here.

The hotel is located in an extremely busy area not far from the city center, where every inch of land is precious, and the decor is exceedingly luxurious.

The magnificent building alone, at a glance, gives one a grand sense of awe.

Seeing this building through the car window, Song Yanhong couldn't help widening her eyes, her mouth gaping wide enough to fit a rock.

In her entire life, it was the first time she had seen such a luxurious building.

"Hmm, strange."

"Why isn't my brother here yet? It's already the appointed time..."

Beside her, Su Qingqing murmured to herself in confusion, then stuck her head out the car window to look around. Seeing no sign of Su Zhiqiang, she simply shook her head.

"Forget it."

Su Qingqing said to Song Yanhong, "Mom, let's go and leave the luggage at the hotel first. Later, Ye Huan and I will take you for breakfast."

"Hmm... alright." Song Yanhong withdrew her slightly shocked gaze and nodded.

"You guys go ahead, I'll park the car in the parking lot," Ye Huan said.

After Su Qingqing opened the trunk and took out the luggage, Ye Huan drove towards the hotel's parking lot.

None of them noticed the contemptuous, embarrassed, and angry gaze from a Maybach not far away.

"Su Zhiqiang, if I'm not mistaken, that's your sister Su Qingqing, right?"

"And the one next to her should be your mother, Song Yanhong, right?"

In the passenger seat of the Maybach, Huang Yan withdrew her contemptuous gaze and asked Su Zhiqiang.

Su Zhiqiang looked a bit embarrassed.

At this point, he couldn't argue and just nodded awkwardly.

Huang Yan's face immediately turned cold:

"Didn't you tell me your mother was a retired senior official?"

"Does your mother look anything like a retired senior official? She obviously looks like a peasant woman."

"Su Zhiqiang, tell me the truth, did you lie to me?"

Su Zhiqiang hung his head, looking like a schoolboy who did something wrong.

He was already at a disadvantage in the Huang Family and in front of Huang Yan.

If Huang Yan and the Huang Family found out that Song Yanhong was a peasant and that he, Su Zhiqiang, came from a rural background, he would never be able to hold his head up in the Huang Family again.

So, he lied to Huang Yan, saying that his mother, Song Yanhong, was a retired senior official, and bought a series of expensive clothes and shoes in the Capital City to send back home, repeatedly instructing Song Yanhong to wear those fancy clothes and shoes when coming to the Capital City.

Who would've thought that today she would still dress like a peasant woman!

Su Zhiqiang couldn't even face getting out of the car to recognize her, it was too humiliating!

"Su Zhiqiang, no matter how small your mother's position is, as long as she's a retired senior official, I can go down and receive her."

"But if you want me to entertain a peasant, sorry, I, Huang Yan, can't afford to lose that face."

"Look at what your mother is wearing. How could she not feel ashamed walking down the street? It's a disgrace to the cityscape."

"I won't go to receive her. If you want to, you do it yourself!"

Huang Yan, realizing she had been deceived, was furious and lashed out at Su Zhiqiang.

Su Zhiqiang blushed, feeling like he had completely lost face, yet he still spoke, awkwardly saying:

"Yan Yan, I... I bought my mother a lot of brand name clothes, pants, and shoes before and sent them back, but I just didn't expect she didn't wear them."

"Rest assured, I understand you. My mom dressed like that would definitely be mocked on the street."

"Walking with her, it's unspeakably embarrassing."

"I won't go to receive her either, otherwise, the news of 'Su Zhiqiang receiving his peasant mother' would definitely spread throughout the Capital City's upper circles, and at that time not only would my mother be ridiculed, but even I, Su Zhiqiang, would become the laughing stock of the upper echelons."

"How about this, I'll call Su Qingqing and ask her to send my mother back home, so she won't embarrass us in the Capital City anymore."

Su Zhiqiang spoke with a solemn face, his words firm, looking as if he wanted to sever ties with Song Yanhong.

Huang Yan frowned, though she still felt contempt for Su Zhiqiang's peasant background and peasant mother, she nodded, expressing approval and appreciation for his "awareness."

"Yan Yan, wait for me for a moment."

"I'll get out and make a call, and have my mother roll back home right now."

As he spoke, Su Zhiqiang opened the car door and got out, dialing a phone number.

At the same time.

Han Ting Hotel, seventh floor, deluxe single suite.

"What, send mom back? Why?" Standing outside the suite, Su Qingqing took the call with a look of confusion.

She thought it was because Su Zhiqiang had arrived.

Little did she know that the call content was Su Zhiqiang asking her to put Song Yanhong on a plane or bus back to their hometown.

"Why else, look at mom, what's her deal?"

"Why didn't she wear the clothes I bought her? She insists on wearing those shabby clothes that clash with the luxurious style of the Capital City, is she purposely trying to humiliate me?"

"Actually, your sister-in-law and I arrived at the hotel at the same time as you guys, but we felt it would be too embarrassing if mom came over to talk, so we didn't get out of the car to greet you."

"Alright, anyway, just like that, quickly send mom back."

"Humiliate? Brother, what are you talking about, how can you say such a thing about mom!" Su Qingqing was a little angry.

"What's this or that."

"You have no idea how embarrassed I was just now in front of your sister-in-law."

"Originally, for the sake of face, I lied to your sister-in-law, saying mom was a retired senior official, and sent mom good clothes and shoes, hoping she would wear them to make me proud."

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