Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 882 Eighty Percent is Showing Off

So people began to whisper, "Wow, see that nouveau riche?"

"What about the nouveau riche? They still come here to enjoy the scenery just like us."

"Exactly, do the nouveau riche have an extra pair of eyes or something? I don’t believe they could see a meteor twice in one glance."

"They’re probably just showing off. The car must be borrowed, right? It’s all smashed up; can they even afford to pay for it?"

"Even if it is borrowed, being able to borrow such a car means they’re not just ordinary folks."

"Who knows."

Some envied, some doubted, some ridiculed, but the overriding tone was unmistakably sour.

No one here recognized them because the four big families were extremely low-profile in the capital, so low-profile that they were mysterious.

And those who could recognize them were all either rich or noble, but such people generally wouldn’t come to these kinds of events.

Because they didn’t have harmonious, loving families and joyful atmospheres, they were all immersed in their own glittering distractions.

So even if there were rich people here, even if there were children of wealthy or official families, they weren’t in the same class as them, and naturally didn’t recognize them.

But those among the crowd with wealth and status didn’t speak up, didn’t join the bitter and judgmental chatter.

Because they had a bit more insight than the average person. You can fake anything, but you can’t fake an aura of nobility.

Rich people aren’t troubled by money; they pursue higher quality.

But nobility is not just about having money; it requires family background, heritage; it’s about being pampered from a young age, having exceptional upbringing, a broad perspective, being outstanding individuals.

That’s not something that can be bought with just money.

Since ancient times, the rich were not comparable to the noble because their wealth might be sudden, possibly ill-gotten or accumulated through stinginess and deception.

But nobility is innate, passed down from ancestors, built generation by generation, resulting in a substantial family heritage.

It’s like that widely spread saying: it’s frightening when someone better than you also works harder.

Noble people are just like that, not only do they come from illustrious families with accumulated legacies, but they themselves are also so outstanding that ordinary people can’t even compare.

So, this is the difference between the rich and the noble.

People could talk all they wanted, but at least they were cautious, daring only to murmur and not to raise their voices.

Di Mingjue and his group, however, hadn’t noticed. They continued to talk and laugh joyfully.

Perhaps it was their harmless smiles that mitigated that feeling, giving others the impression that they weren’t putting on airs or coming off as low-class.

The voices of the crowd gradually subsided.

Fang Hao was the first to step up and call out to everyone, "Quickly, quickly."

Although the volume of the crowd’s discussion had died down, it was still obvious that people were envious, continuing to talk in waves, and occasionally glancing their way.

At that point, Fang Hao and his group finally noticed, perhaps because people inherently dislike being spied on and talked about.

Especially when it’s an unfriendly vibe.

Humans subconsciously reject this feeling, so Fang Hao and her group seemed less happy than before.

Their brows furrowed slightly, being stared at with strange looks, treated as if they were monkeys for viewing—it was indeed very uncomfortable.

Although they had brought bodyguards, this was a public place, they couldn’t just drive these people away.

The onlookers were the majority, and they were the minority. It was quite embarrassing.

As for this base aspect of human nature, Nangong Jin knew it all too well.