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Chapter 634 - 520 no need for light greenish-blue and pink colors

Chapter 634: 520 no need for light greenish-blue and pink colors

"It’s all your dad’s fault. If he hadn’t gone out and blabbed about it everywhere, Secretary Zhang wouldn’t have known you were back,"

her mother complained as she cleaned up the table.

Martial Saint, the lad, was also helping on the side, chiming in, "They’re just a bunch of vampires, always coming to ask for money. Damn, they treat our famil as if it’s a bank!"

His mother didn’t mind her son’s coarse language because Martial Saint had spoken what was in her heart. She couldn’t help but turn to her daughter and say, "Lan Lan, think about how much you’ve already done for the village? How can they still not be satisfied? It’s clearly government business, yet they expect us, the common folk, to bear the burden."

"It’s because sister agreed too readily before. They’ve gotten a taste of sweetness,"

Martial Saint muttered, "If it were me, I’d just shut the door and let the dogs out."

"It wasn’t me who agreed this time."

Lan Peizhi reminded them.

The mother and son both immediately turned their gaze toward Jiang Chen, who was busy helping out, as for their father, he had already gone upstairs to sleep.

As the head of the family, all he cared about was saving face.

"Jiang Chen..."

Lan’s mother was at a loss for words,

he had just come over to visit, and yet he inexplicably lost one and a half million.

To her, talk of investment and profit sharing was nothing more than a smokescreen put up by the officials.

"That agricultural cooperative is a project the government will be focusing on next. The best investment is to follow the policy. So, auntie, most people probably won’t have such an opportunity,"

Jiang Chen said as he threw a disposable plate and cutlery into the trash can.

"...Really?"

Lan’s mother was skeptical.

"Of course it’s true."

Martial Saint certainly didn’t understand these things but seeing Jiang Chen smiling sincerely at his mother, he subconsciously began to view him more favorably.

"Jiang Chen, you’re a guest; don’t bother with that. Lan Lan, why don’t you take Jiang Chen to the theater to have a look?"

Lan’s mother came over, stopping Jiang Chen, who didn’t consider himself an outsider,

As Lan Peizhi silently headed outside,

seeing this, Jiang Chen could only say, "Then, auntie, we’ll head out first."

Lan’s mother nodded with a smile.

"I want to go too,"

Martial Saint mumbled.

"You stay at home,"

Lan’s mother pulled her son back.

Jiang Chen tactfully turned a blind eye to the exchange and followed Lan Peizhi out the door.

"Deduct the one and a half million from the transfer fee for the Epang Palace,"

Lan Peizhi said lightly once they were outside.

Jiang Chen was taken aback, then chuckled.

"I don’t think that’s necessary,"

For both him and Lan Peizhi, such a sum of money was trivial.

"Meddling is never a good habit,"

Lan Peizhi said coolly.

Jiang Chen remained silent.

He didn’t expect her to be grateful; he was thankful enough that she didn’t mind.

Lan Peizhi opened the car door.

Jiang Chen got into the passenger seat without any qualms, buckled his seatbelt, and once again enjoyed the esteemed treatment of having the Merciful Blood Bodhisattva as his driver.

The BMW started up.

"Mom, why can’t I go with them? I could keep an eye on him, what if my sister gets taken advantage of?"

Hearing the engine sounds outside, Martial Saint complained begrudgingly.

"Stop causing trouble!"

Lan’s mother scolded; they say it’s a father’s strictness and a mother’s affection, but in the Lan family, it seemed to be the other way around. The father, having a son late in life, doted on his precious child, fulfilling every wish, which left Lan’s mother to play the role of the enforcer.

"Your sister finally brings a man home, and you’d better behave yourself!"

"Mom, are you really worried that my sister won’t be able to get married? With my sister’s capabilities and beauty..."

"What’s the use? Haven’t you seen how old your sister is? Back in your father’s and my day, if she wasn’t married at her age, she’d be the talk of the town,"

Lan’s mother had always kept these thoughts to herself, never daring to speak them in front of her daughter,

"In any case, you’d better behave. I like this kid, Jiang Chen; if you mess around, see how I deal with you!"

Martial Saint felt aggrieved and helpless.

"Mom, why are you tossing me aside for him? You’ve just met him, and just by helping clean the table, he’s won you over?"

"Did you hear me?!"

Martial Saint nodded reluctantly, "I got it."

"Don’t you like to take Dog Egg out for walks? Spend less time roaming around in front of your sister these days."

For the first time, Martial Saint experienced the emotion of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

His mother had always nagged him not to take Dog Egg out to scare people, but now, that was just fine.

It’s a pity that encapsulates the heart of every parent.

Was she just worried that Lan Peizhi wouldn’t get married?

Who knows what those who revered the merits and grace of the Merciful Blood Bodhisattva would think if they heard this.

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"When I was a kid and visited my hometown with my parents, it looked a lot like this,"

Jiang Chen started a conversation as they rode in the BMW.

Through the window, they could faintly make out the villagers working in the fields.

Lan Peizhi didn’t say a word, quietly driving.

"Miss Lan, did you really grow up here?"

Even though the past two days had already given Jiang Chen his answer, he still found it somewhat incredible.

"Strange?"

Jiang Chen paused for a moment, then admitted with a wry smile, "A bit."

"Looking down on the countryside?"

"No,"

Jiang Chen denied promptly, "I’ve never had such thoughts. Going back three generations, who isn’t from the countryside?"

Lan Peizhi was noncommittal, and suddenly, the car stopped.

Jiang Chen looked puzzled, glancing around; they were currently by the side of a road.

"Aren’t we going to the theater?"

"You can go back now,"

Lan Peizhi said indifferently.

Looking at that unadorned yet captivating profile, Jiang Chen was stunned.