Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich
Chapter 386 - 287: Sunflower Emblem_3

Chapter 386: Chapter 287: Sunflower Emblem_3

After such a long wait, they were merely lingering outside in the carriage. Who wouldn’t bring a large sum of money when going out to have fun?

What matters more is saving face, especially in front of boyfriends and girlfriends.

The housekeeper, harassed by so many people, had no choice but to explain that it was the establishment owner’s son who had arrived, and that everything belonged to the family—he could play with it whenever he wished.

Despite the housekeeper’s explanation, people did not let him off easy, hurling more complaints, asking what enjoyment could a bunch of kids possibly understand.

They would be better off returning home and staying by their mother’s side rather than disrupting their romance.

They accused him of stealing their romantic spot and said that the establishment was letting kids run wild instead of doing business properly.

The housekeeper felt bitter inside but had to keep smiling and reassure them that boats would soon be available.

Eventually, he got fed up with their unreasonable demands and directly stated that it was the young Master of the Tang Family who had money to burn as he pleased.

Once these self-proclaimed wealthy lords and ladies heard it was the Eldest Young Master from the wealthiest Tang Family in the county, some recognized that the Tang Family indeed had such a young son.

Previously, they’d merely glimpsed those richly-clad nuisance kids; now it turned out they weren’t just pretending—they really had powerful backings. This revelation quieted the complainers.

Still, gripes continued about why the establishment didn’t provide more boats on the lake, questioning their business acumen.

Everyone knew that not only did the Tang Family possess a large number of boats but also owned a boatyard.

Upon hearing this, the housekeeper dismissed it as nonsense. As a housekeeper, his job was to follow the owner’s orders. Besides, the lake was only so big; having too many boats would render them unable to maneuver properly.

The kerfuffle outside went unnoticed by Tang Shunyan and his companions, who were enjoying their time, eating and listening to music that drowned out the noise outside.

As Tang Shunyan ate and listened to the songs, he suddenly remembered that his father had been at home before he left.

How come his father had arrived here even earlier than him without bringing along his mother or letting him know so he could join in the fun?

Tang Shunyan pondered whether his father might be using the festival as an excuse to find another sister for his mother today.

Being just a little boy, he couldn’t stop his father from taking more women into the household, sharing his mother’s love, which also meant more pressure as his own share of resources would dwindle.

If his father’s attention to him decreased over time, that too was the burden of a little boy in need of paternal love.

He walked over to the boat window and pulled aside the cabin curtain, searching for which boat his father could possibly be on.

When he reached the window, the sound of music from outside reached him, followed by commotion and laughter.

Not just the laughter of men but also the delicate giggling of women.

Finally, his gaze landed on a large boat that he had once visited with his father.

From that big boat came the liveliest singing and laughter.

Tang Shunyan thought he could discern his father’s chuckles punctuated with other men’s voices and the singing and giggling of women.

It seemed that his father was not entertaining ordinary guests today, but rather good friends from business, else he wouldn’t have invited all the ladies from Hua Building.

Standing by the boat window, he watched as his friends approached, their curiosity piqued.

The singing ladies aboard were unsure whether to continue their performance, but professional duty dictated that they finish their songs, even if the hosts weren’t listening.

The singer, performing for a group of young children, knew her songs about love and melodrama were hardly appropriate for them.

Yet she was accustomed to singing these romantic or sorrowful melodies. Facing these boys of six or seven years, could they even understand her songs?

The musicians, regardless of their own feelings, had the freedom to do as they wished, as long as they earned their pay.

This was a job, and whether the listeners appreciated their performance was now irrelevant.

When faced with his companions’ inquiries, Tang Shunyan would not discuss family matters with them, especially not his father’s current endeavors.

There were things he could think but never say, and not every matter was shareable with his friends.

Certain family secrets must remain unspoken, even between him and Tang Xiyue, both of the Tang Family.

As cousins, their elders had given them different educations; being groomed as the Clan Leader’s successor, he undoubtedly learned things distinct from his brothers.

"It’s nothing, let’s continue to eat and have fun!"

Since his friends couldn’t get an answer, they simply gave up.

The children, half-understanding, did not stop the singer from continuing with her songs, mimicking the adults’ false show of appreciation.

In their young hearts, they wondered if they would be just as romantic, carefree, and indulge in the pleasures of life when they grew up.

In the midst of this, Tang Shunyan thought about the milk siblings from the Ye family—what were they doing on New Year’s Day?

He felt a twinge of regret for not having invited them out to play.