Chapter 3

However, Kevin, who intended to make money on his own, didn't get on the plane as he had hoped.

When he walked out of the train station, he had a gloomy face and expressed his dissatisfaction to me. "Come on, it's just that you didn't take a plane. Take good care of my parents. I'll book you a first-class seat on the plane when we get back."

As we were getting closer and closer to my home, I was afraid that Kevin might ruin the meeting because of his mood, so I quickly tried to coax him.

Hearing my promise to book him a first-class seat on the plane when we got back, he finally cheered up.

I gritted my teeth secretly, thinking to myself that he was the boss for the moment and I just had to coax him. And I also thought that if he messed up things with my parents, he would see what I was capable of.

My family lived in a small town. Although it didn't have the hustle and bustle of a big city, it also had its lively scenes with people and traffic going about.

The sense of belonging that I felt as we got closer to home made me feel at ease. However, the closer we got to home, the more nervous I became.

"Listen, when we arrive home, make sure you behave yourself well. I paid a high price for this!" I warned Kevin.

Kevin raised an eyebrow and snatched the gift box from my hands.

My house was a detached small building with a small yard. Occasionally, my dad planted some green vegetables in the yard for our own consumption.

As soon as we pushed the door open, we heard a female voice that was overly loud and sharp. "Oh, Ava has finally been willing to come home for Christmas!"

A chill instantly ran down my back. That voice gave me an ominous feeling.

Sure enough, my aunt, Celine Lambert, came out to greet us from the living room, looking as if she couldn't wait to watch the show.

My dad's younger brother, Leo Smith, and his family were always full of unexpected abilities.

Back when their family was so poor that they could hardly make ends meet, they often came to my dad for financial assistance. However, a few years ago, they won a huge lottery and became wealthy overnight. After getting rich, their lives improved. Nevertheless, their nouveau riche temperament never really changed.

From Leo to Celine and even to my cousin, they all gave off a strong air of being nouveau riche.

Celine was a typical housewife who was crazy about gossip and was rather snobbish.

Recently, Celine somehow heard rumors that our house was going to be demolished and has been eyeing it ever since.

My cousin, Luna Smith, was sent to Nasramzai to study after failing the college entrance examination. Since then, she had blatantly shown her disdain for our country, believing that even the air in Nasramzai was better than that in our country.

Naturally, she despised me, her cousin.

She blocked me on all her social media accounts. Whenever she rarely came back home during holidays, she never missed an opportunity to put me down and show off her superiority.

Watching our relatives praise her while shaking their heads at me, she looked so complacent that if she had a tail, it would be sticking up high in the sky.

Once, I bought a new bag and happened to run into my uncle's family coming to visit. She looked at my bag with contempt, scorning it as too shabby and saying that she would give me an LV bag. Three years had passed, and I hadn't even seen a tag of it yet.

Seeing Celine's enthusiastic greeting, I couldn't help rolling my eyes inwardly. However, Kevin, who was unaware of the situation, responded enthusiastically to her.

My mom followed behind Celine and came out together. I quickly introduced Kevin to her. "Mom, this is my boyfriend, Kevin Green."

Kevin bowed slightly and said, "Hello, I am Kevin." "Oh my, Ava, your boyfriend is really handsome!" Celine then pulled at Luna. "Look at Ava. She's already brought her boyfriend home. When will you let me see yours?"

Luna blushed with embarrassment and muttered, "What on earth are you talking about..." But her eyes lit up surprisingly when she looked at Kevin.

My mom had always been a sucker for good looks. Hearing my aunt's praise, she also seemed to be satisfied with Kevin's appearance. She kept nodding approvingly, and I knew that we were pretty much through with her approval.

My dad and uncle came out of the kitchen upon hearing the noise. My dad, Derek, walked over with a kitchen knife in his hand.

"Dad, this is my boyfriend," I said.

Derek stepped forward, and Kevin instinctively took a step back.

I grabbed Kevin's arm and whispered, "Hurry, greet my father!"

"Dad, this is a gift for you," Kevin said, handing over the present.

My dad's face darkened, and I nudged Kevin with my elbow.

He glanced at me and then hesitantly said, "Smith?" My face darkened along with my dad's.

"I'm sorry, Derek. I was so nervous that I made a mistake in what I said."

My dad turned silently and headed back to the kitchen with the knife.

The corner of my mouth twitched slightly. It seemed that it wouldn't be easy to get my dad's approval.

Just as my dad went back into the kitchen, he stuck his head out again. "Kevin, isn't it? Come and give a hand."

"Sure," Kevin replied, Just as Kevin was about to roll up his sleeves and get down to work, my dad threw the knife at him. "Kill the fish." My father said.

"Kill the fish?!" Kevin was stunned.