The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits
Chapter 305 - 309: Boasting Through the Roof (10)

Chapter 305: Chapter 309: Boasting Through the Roof (10)

Wang Xiaochuan had yet to open his mouth when he felt a tight squeeze in his palm.

Zihan’s hand gripped his tightly, giving a tug.

She shook her head firmly, whispering, "Don’t think about leaving me behind, or I will go with Xin Yue right away."

Wang Xiaochuan frowned but couldn’t bring himself to scold Zihan.

Meanwhile, urging began from the other side, "Young Master, let’s go."

Onlookers who initially thought it was all an act couldn’t help but show doubt in their eyes.

"Could it be real, just like in the TV dramas, where Wang Xiaochuan is disguised as a commoner to experience life as a wealthy young master?"

"Experiencing hardship to appreciate sweetness? Seeking true love?"

Immediately, a male student let his imagination run wild, clucking his tongue at the girls nearby, "Look at you all, despising the poor and loving the wealthy... Now you’ve missed the test of the wealthy young master, whereas my goddess Zihan is smart..."

"Quick, look here, maybe I’m also a rich man in disguise. Want to try dating me and see? Maybe I can give you a surprise too."

"Look at this car, it’s incomparably better than Xin Yue’s."

....

All sorts of comments were made.

Xin Yue was confident that he had thoroughly investigated Wang Xiaochuan’s background—aside from his mother, who had left when he was a child.

But just now, had he really heard words like "Madam" and "Young Master"? Could it be that his estranged mother had become wealthy and returned?

While Xin Yue was deep in thought, Wang Xiaochuan, hand in hand with Zihan, boarded that super cool car.

The car’s interior was extremely luxurious. Zihan was rather calm, having been raised in wealth from a young age.

Though she had never seen such luxury, she had some knowledge and didn’t lose her composure.

But it was different for Wang Xiaochuan; he was all cramped up, not knowing where to rest his eyes.

Even the carpet under his feet looked very expensive.

Compared to the canvas shoes on his feet, which cost just a few dozen yuan a pair, there was a stark, shabby contrast.

It felt as though he was a poor countryside boy who had suddenly intruded into the opulent Imperial Palace, feeling very uneasy.

Zihan, on the other hand, was much more composed, her attention mostly on her boyfriend beside her. Seeing him like this, she soothingly patted the back of his hand.

Finally, Wang Xiaochuan managed to act tough and not show weakness in front of his girlfriend.

While driving and observing the couple in the rearview mirror, An Mingrui’s eyes flickered.

He hadn’t expected the Madam really had such a grown biological son who had been lost to the outside world.

The drive was smooth, and Wang Xiaochuan hardly felt it as he shared a few intimate words with Zihan, and they soon arrived at their destination.

The car stopped without Wang Xiaochuan noticing, and it was Zihan who reminded him by tugging at him.

An Mingrui opened the door behind, his hand in white gloves, bending at the waist in a gesture of invitation.

As Wang Xiaochuan and Zihan stepped out of the car, they couldn’t help but gape at the scene before them.

Illuminated brightly, it was as if they were placed in the ancient Jiangnan.

The big red lanterns hung high above, with uniquely pruned bonsais by their side.

Every corner exuded an ultimate delicacy.

Even more astonishing was the fact that in the prime-valued Shanghai, having such a large private residence was enough to imagine the enormous wealth of the Family Head.

Zihan, who had always maintained a calm demeanor, now showed a look of surprise.

She quietly tugged at Wang Xiaochuan’s sleeve and whispered, "Xiao Chuan, could your mom really be a wealthy tycoon?"

Xin Yue had never hesitated to speak ill of Wang Xiaochuan in front of Zihan, and she had heard about Wang Xiaochuan’s embarrassing past incidents more than once from Xin Yue.

This included the boast he made as a child, "My mom is a wealthy tycoon..."

Could this actually be the truth?

Wang Xiaochuan involuntarily recalled the blurry figure in his mind.

He had long forgotten what his mother looked like. After his parents split up, any trace of information about his mother had been thoroughly erased by his father.

He only remembered people in the village always saying in front of him, "Your mother is so beautiful, it’s clear that Wang Zhiguo couldn’t keep her, and sure enough, they ended up divorcing..."

His two aunts would also say, "Your mom is restless because she is beautiful. Which woman in the neighborhood hasn’t been reprimanded by their man? Only she made a fuss over it.

It’s just because she saw that our family was poor and didn’t want to live a peaceful life anymore."

Whether it was from the discussions of others or the vague memories in his mind, one thing was clear—his mother was very beautiful.

Su Li, dressed in a light blue robe, held a small porcelain cup in her hand, swaying the green liquor inside.

She took a light sip; the taste was rather bland, nowhere near as good as the wine she used to brew when she was idle in her past life.

Just like this courtyard, its setting was somewhat similar to the Ancient Mansion of past, yet it was a bit rougher and lacked some charm.

However, considering the current era, it was pretty decent.

It was Louis who had helped her buy this courtyard right after following her back.

Just as she was thinking, the person Su Li had just mentioned appeared in front of her with others.

Louis’s Chinese name was An Mingrui, though she didn’t know what his connection was to the An Family in Shanghai.

But since he didn’t mention it, Su Li didn’t ask and simply treated him as her professionally hired housekeeper.

Seeing Wang Xiaochuan and Zihan, Su Li quickly put down her cup and offered a loving smile.

"Gentle" seemed an appropriate word to describe it—after all, Su Li felt it was the most tender expression she could offer.

After so many years, she wondered if this estranged son harbored any resentment towards the original owner in his heart.

"Xiao Chuan, I’m your mom."

Su Li didn’t approach enthusiastically but stood a few meters away from her son.

Her demeanor was neither very warm nor particularly distant.

Such a safe distance was suitable for giving Wang Xiaochuan time to react and process.

Wang Xiaochuan stared blankly at Su Li, seemingly trying to find the familiar features he once knew in her face.

Slowly, the person in front of him seemed to overlap with the figure in his unwanted memories.

"Mom... Mom..." This word, missing from his life for so long, was hard for Wang Xiaochuan to utter.

He bowed his head, pondering something silently for a long while.

Beside him, Zihan stood very cleverly next to Wang Xiaochuan, her eyes curiously scanning Su Li’s face.

Her eyes sparkled as if she had discovered something incredible, like an adorable Little Miao that made one want to reach out and pet.

Zihan realized that her boyfriend looked so much like the woman in front of her, delicate and elegant.

But the woman across from her had features that were even more refined than Xiao Chuan’s, simply put, she was very beautiful.