Chapter 238: Chapter 207: You Used to Be the Big Brother, but You Can’t Be the Big Brother Forever
Chen Yansen pushed open the car door, got out, and took Meng Jie’s suitcase from the trunk.
A cold wind howled outside. Meng Jie shivered, pulling her neck into her collar and quickly slipping on her down jacket.
The two of them walked into the residential complex.
Chen Yansen had been to Meng Jie’s home once before, so this time he navigated the way with ease, walking ahead while Meng Jie followed behind.
Anyone who didn’t know them might have thought Meng Jie was seeing him home.
Before long, Chen Yansen stopped and raised his hand to knock on the door of Meng Jie’s home.
"Coming, coming! That must be Xiaojie!"
At that moment, a gentle voice drifted from the crack in the door, followed by the PATTER PATTER PATTER of footsteps.
Zhang Yan Ni flung the door open. Upon seeing Chen Yansen standing at the entrance, she froze for a second.
"Mom, I’m back! Did you make me spicy fried snails?" Meng Jie giggled, ducking out from behind Chen Yansen and throwing her arms around Zhang Yan Ni.
"Xiaochen is here, come in, come in and sit! Old Meng, go make some tea!"
After dealing with Meng Jie, Zhang Yan Ni turned to Chen Yansen with a beaming smile.
Meng Zhenguo slowly sat up from the sofa and greeted him with a smile, "Xiaochen, I’ll have Aunt Su cook a few extra dishes later. How about joining your Uncle for a drink at lunch?"
"I can’t, Uncle Meng. I have to go back and have lunch with my dad. I should get going. Goodbye, Aunt Su."
Chen Yansen politely declined.
Seeing his firm stance, Zhang Yan Ni and Meng Zhenguo didn’t insist further and walked him to the entrance of the complex.
Only after watching Chen Yansen get into the Bentley did Meng Zhenguo and Zhang Yan Ni start walking back.
"Xiaojie has great taste. That kid Chen Yansen only just passed the second-tier university entrance exam. Who would have thought that in less than two years, he’d become such a big boss."
Zhang Yan Ni was very pleased with Chen Yansen.
Meng Zhenguo sighed. He wasn’t as optimistic as Zhang Yan Ni. ’We’re both men,’ he thought. ’Putting myself in his shoes, if I were in my early twenties with a net worth in the tens of billions, would I really stick to just one girlfriend?’
But his own daughter was completely smitten with Chen Yansen, unable to bear a single bad word said about him.
"What are you sighing for?" Zhang Yan Ni turned to stare at Meng Zhenguo, her brow furrowed.
"I’m just worried our Xiaojie is too naive to handle Chen Yansen. She could easily get hurt in the future. You know it too, he’s only twenty. Even if he doesn’t have any wandering thoughts, pretty young girls will throw themselves at him. Just like back when I..."
As Meng Zhenguo spoke, he suddenly realized his mistake and quickly shut his mouth.
"What happened back in your day? Why don’t you tell me all about it?"
Zhang Yan Ni scowled, glaring fiercely at Meng Zhenguo.
"Back then, I was lucky enough to marry you, which made my life complete." Meng Zhenguo grinned, putting his arm around his wife as they walked home.
The corners of Zhang Yan Ni’s mouth lifted slightly. She said with a beaming smile that she would make a few extra side dishes for Meng Zhenguo to go with his drinks.
’You two, mother and daughter, are just the same. So easy to coax and deceive.’
Meng Zhenguo sighed, commenting to himself.
「Meanwhile.」
The Bentley entered Tongfei Gate and headed toward the residential area for the salt company’s employees.
Ten minutes later, Chen Yansen got out of the car and headed upstairs.
Faint sounds of discussion could be heard from the nearby buildings.
"A Bentley Mulsanne! That car costs over six million on the road! Whose is it?"
"Whose could it be? Unit 3, 401. It belongs to Chen Guobin’s son!"
"Oh, I remember now! I heard his son is the one who created that Orange Mobile Phone. He made several hundred million last year."
"Several hundred million? More like several billion!"
Chen Yansen frowned. With his physique and Spiritual Power, he didn’t need to worry about his own safety. But what about Lao Chen?
There was no guarantee someone wouldn’t get desperate and take a risk.
He mulled it over as he walked. When he reached the door to 401, he found it wide open.
Chen Guobin, wearing an apron, heard the noise outside. He poked his head out of the kitchen and said, "Two more dishes to go. Go wash your hands first."
"Lao Chen, let’s just eat out. Don’t you have any self-awareness when it comes to your cooking?"
Chen Yansen joked with a smile.
In his memory, he had rarely eaten at home since the sixth grade. He would either go to Wang Zihao’s house to freeload a meal or eat at the snack street.
Chen Guobin’s understanding of culinary arts was basically stuck at the ’cooked and edible’ stage.
"But tonight is New Year’s Eve. We can’t still be eating out, can we? There’s a pair of chopsticks on the table. Why don’t you try some first?"
Chen Guobin looked troubled, feeling like he was an incompetent father.
Seeing Lao Chen looking at him expectantly, Chen Yansen knew he couldn’t refuse. He simply picked up his chopsticks, plucked a piece of beef, and put it in his mouth.
It was about what he expected: cooked, salted, and edible. He put down his chopsticks and said, "Lao Chen, stop messing around in here. Let’s eat out. The driver is still waiting downstairs."
Driver?
Chen Guobin was slightly taken aback, but he quickly understood what Chen Yansen meant. He asked with an embarrassed look, "Do I really have no talent for cooking?"
"What do you think?" Chen Yansen retorted.
Chen Guobin’s old face flushed. The truth was, he had tasted every dish, and they really weren’t as good as the rice bowls from the shop at the complex entrance.
After a dozen seconds of silence, Lao Chen untied his apron and followed Chen Yansen downstairs.
"Lao Chen, have you thought about moving?"
Chen Yansen asked on the way.
"Moving? To where?" Chen Guobin asked subconsciously.
"Hu City, Yanjing, Jinling, or Luzhou would all work. I’ll buy you a villa and hire a few young, pretty maids to take care of you."
Chen Yansen said with a smile.
"You’re getting more and more ridiculous. I’m not going anywhere! I’m staying right here in Chunshen," Chen Guobin shot him a look and said irritably.
If it weren’t for Xiaoli being there, Chen Guobin probably would have started cursing him out.
"Even the people in the salt company’s residential area know your son is a multi-billionaire. If you get kidnapped one day, I’m not paying the ransom."
Seeing that Lao Chen didn’t get it, Chen Yansen laid it all out for him.
"It couldn’t be that bad, could it? Public security is so good these days," Chen Guobin said, his expression hesitant.
"At my factory in Shencheng City, I pay workers 20 yuan an hour. I have no idea how many small electronics factories I’ve driven out of business because of it. Those people would love to see me dead. And then there’s Cloud Speed Express, which snatched half the market share from the ’Three Passes and One Reach.’ Last year, the CEO of Cloud Speed was almost run over and killed by a large truck."
Chen Yansen said it all casually.
"So you’re telling me if I don’t move, I’m as good as dead? Are you out there doing business or fighting a war, kid?"
Chen Guobin was speechless.
"The marketplace is a battlefield. Think it over yourself," Chen Yansen deliberately provoked him.
"I’m not leaving, and that’s final," Chen Guobin refused again without the slightest hesitation.
"What’s so great about a run-down little county town?" Chen Yansen hadn’t expected Lao Chen to be so stubborn.
"Your mother is here. If I leave, who will keep her company?" Chen Guobin let out a long sigh, his voice choked with emotion.
"No problem. We’ll just pack Mom up and take her with us then," Chen Yansen said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"..." Chen Guobin glanced at the driver, Xiaoli. If a stranger hadn’t been present, he would have beaten the little bastard to death.
Since Lao Chen refused to leave Chunshen, Chen Yansen decided to just buy him a villa outside the city and hire some security personnel.
’And it would be best to find a local bully to help out.’
Just then, a call from an unknown number came in. Chen Yansen pressed the answer key, listened for a couple of sentences, and then smiled. Talk about someone showing up with a pillow just when you’re getting sleepy.
