Where Is the Promised Wealthy Master

The carriage rolled up to the entrance of the village and came to a stop. A woman in her early twenties stepped down, dressed in a modest cotton dress that was neither new nor old, her features gentle and kind.

Grandma Evans took one look at the woman's clothes—wait, why aren't those made of silk? Aren't rich folks supposed to be dripping in silk and shiny things?

Some sharp-eyed villagers couldn't help but speak snidely to the Evans family: "Oh, so this is your rich son, huh? That carriage looks no better than Old Master Qian's ox cart."

Seriously, what kind of rich folks show up in a beat-up old carriage like that?

Grandma Evans had been showing off a lot lately, and the villagers were all waiting to see her rich son. At this moment, her face burned with embarrassment, and she couldn't keep up her act. She stepped forward, coughed, and said coldly to the woman who got out first, "Are you the maid sent by my son's family to deliver a message? When is my son coming back?"

The woman stared at Grandma Evans in surprise, then replied softly, "Are you Mother? I'm Mrs. Charlotte Evans, the fourth son's wife. The fourth son isn't feeling well—he caught a chill on the road—so he's still sitting in the carriage."

"What? You're the fourth son's wife? Why are you dressed like this?" Grandma Evans glared at Mrs. Charlotte Evans, scrutinizing her plain outfit. She looked no different from the rest of the Evans family, with a simple silver hairpin and not a single valuable accessory.

Helen Parker's sharp eyes also sized up Mrs. Charlotte Evans. May Parker tugged at Helen's sleeve and whispered, "Mom, didn't Grandma say Uncle Fourth was super rich? Why does Aunt Charlotte look so shabby? She doesn't even have a gold flower in her hair."

Mrs. Charlotte Evans got out of the carriage first, then lifted the curtain for two children, a boy and a girl about seven or eight years old. Both were adorably chubby, smiling sweetly as they bowed to the Evans family, greeting them in soft voices: "Hello, Grandpa and Grandma! Hello, uncles and aunts! Hello, brothers and sisters!"

But the Evans family barely seemed to hear the children's greetings—their eyes were glued to the kids' clothes, sizing them up from head to toe.

The two children were dressed quite plainly, just like any city kids, with double buns on their heads, looking adorably cute.

Grandma Evans grew even more suspicious—why were even the kids dressed so poorly?

Finally, Mrs. Charlotte Evans lifted the curtain, and a man inside the carriage coughed a few times before stepping out.

The fourth son wore a robe that was only half-new, his face a bit pale. But you could tell at a glance he was an Evans brother—he looked a lot like the eldest and third Evans sons.

The fourth son stepped down from the carriage, his eyes red as he gazed at his long-lost relatives. He knelt before Grandpa and Grandma Evans, choking up: "Father, Mother, your unfilial son has returned."

Grandma Evans and Grandpa Evans were stunned. They exchanged glances as the villagers around them whispered among themselves.

A lot of villagers had grown tired of the Evans family's constant showing off. Now, they seized the chance to kick them while they were down, making snide and sarcastic remarks.

"Oh, look, the Evans family's youngest son has finally come home! Grandma Evans is really lucky now! Guess she's not on the same level as us anymore!"

Grandma Evans felt utterly embarrassed, her skin crawling with discomfort. Not wanting to lose face in public, she hurriedly said to the fourth son, "Enough, get up, we'll talk at home!"

Mrs. Charlotte Evans helped the fourth son to his feet.

Grandma Evans tried to comfort herself. After all, the fourth son had sent so many gifts before, and the carriage was at least worth something. She said, "Fourth, Charlotte, bring the carriage home."

The fourth son replied, "Mother, we rented this carriage. The driver is only dropping us at the village entrance—he has to leave now."

"Wait, you rented it?" Grandma Evans nearly choked. Even the carriage was rented—so much for that big rich family act!