Chapter 2716 - 1687: Visiting Family

Chapter 2716: Chapter 1687: Visiting Family

But today.

How did he manage to get a Rolls Royce?

And it even came with a driver?

Since moving to East Sea, he’s never seen Brother Jiang Chen "show off" like this.

"This car is spacious."

Jiang Chen, who obviously doesn’t care about extravagance, gave a flawless explanation. The driver opened the car door, and just as the brothers were about to get in, Tanki Liuli ran over.

Wearing a white and blue tracksuit, she looked fresh and clean, and she even tied her hair into a ponytail, presumably for convenience.

Jiang Chen’s mind drifted for a moment, then he focused his energy.

"I’m going out with Martial Saint for a while; we’ll probably be back late. Take care of dinner yourself, don’t worry about us."

After saying that, Jiang Chen got into the car. They were in a hurry, so he definitely couldn’t keep Father Lan and Lan’s mother waiting.

"Goodbye, Sister Duanmu!"

Immersed in the joy possibly stemming from seeing his parents, especially his mother, Martial Saint didn’t say much and quickly followed into the car.

The particularly spacious long-wheelbase Phantom started up.

Left alone, Daoist Sister silently walked inside, untied the rubber band that held her hair, letting her silky black strands fall like a cloud, then quietly went upstairs to take a shower.

Hmm,

It’s not that she doesn’t want to speak; it’s just that the large mansion is empty, with no one to talk to.

No.

Isn’t the Phantom so spacious that it can’t fit her?

Was it really because she muttered "dumbass" once?

The malice wasn’t that severe.

Was it necessary to hold such a grudge?

"Brother, how did you pull this off?"

In a car that 99% of people will never see in their lifetime, Martial Saint was still overwhelmed by immense surprise, unable to contain himself.

"Talking doesn’t work, so I used actions. If you send someone to pick them up, would they not come?"

Martial Saint was shocked, "Brother, you sent someone to pick them up? How did you know I couldn’t persuade my mom?"

"If I couldn’t even manage that, wouldn’t calling me brother be a waste?"

Martial Saint smiled sheepishly, "Brother, you have face."

He was very happy.

Truly happy.

This was definitely the best birthday gift, surpassing any material things.

"Brother, from now on, you’re my sworn brother; I’ll do whatever you ask me to."

Martial Saint’s expression was firm, displaying a willingness to go through fire and water.

What’s this kid’s character like?

He’s unruly enough to boss his own dad around, showing just how unconventional he is.

Why can Jiang Chen make him so compliant, even thinking of things he hadn’t thought of and worrying ahead for him,

It’s all about exchanging sincerity for sincerity.

"This time, be polite to your dad."

Inviting Father Lan and Lan’s mother to East Sea definitely wasn’t a ploy to win them over; it’s just understood that those who realize time waits for no one want this fate-driven world to have a little less regret.

It’s often said that even a wise judge can’t settle family affairs; every family has their own challenges, but at this moment, Martial Saint didn’t argue, only responded "Hmm."

"Brother, shouldn’t we notify my sister? If she finds out, she might explode."

Martial Saint couldn’t suppress his inner anxiety, "Telling her in advance might make it better; it might be easy to hide from Sister Shurui, but hiding it from my sister..."

"Your parents are about to get off the plane; do you think there’s still time to tell her now?"

Martial Saint was at a loss for words.

Jiang Chen turned his head, looking at Martial Saint who had just vowed to give his all, "You’re an adult now; I believe your sister won’t beat you to death."

"..."

Martial Saint’s forehead broke into black lines, suddenly realizing, "Brother, you don’t want me to take the blame, do you? My little frame can’t handle it!"

Jiang Chen raised his hand and patted his shoulder.

"At worst, I’ll go find Brother Peng to get the Sunflower Manual back."

Martial Saint shivered all over, "Then I’d rather get beaten to death by my sister."

"Your sister definitely won’t beat you to death; at most, you’ll be missing some limbs, or lacking a few organs, and when that happens, I can still go find Brother Peng to get the Sunflower Manual."

The Rolls Royce Phantom carried laughter and joy as it drove out of Spring and Autumn Plaza.

Airport.

Having never flown before, Wu Guangjiang finally let out a breath after landing, yet externally remained calm and collected, showing no sign of timidity.

This mode of transport, the plane, is hard for many people to accept, especially for older individuals who have never flown; the physical and psychological pressure is quite substantial.

But taking the train simply takes too long, over ten hours.

"See, it was quite convenient, just a nap and we arrived."

Even though his palms were sweaty when the plane landed, Wu Guangjiang felt necessary to assert his male authority in front of his wife.

"It was pretty terrifying; if something happened, there’s nowhere to run."

Lan’s mother’s attire was simple; even though she picked the best clothes from home, having never left her village, the sudden arrival in a cosmopolitan city like East Sea didn’t make her timid, but the aura of a rural woman was quite evident.

Yet it hardly matters.

In East Sea, outsiders are always considered country folk.

Moreover, an ordinary person’s life doesn’t have that many observers.

"Look at your ignorance. Can an airplane crash? It’s the safest transportation in the world, way more reliable than cars or trains. You should say less and not embarrass our son."

Lan’s mother remained silent; after a lifetime, she was accustomed.

They definitely didn’t know how to purchase tickets or board a plane; if they were left here, they’d be clueless on where to go. But it didn’t matter, they had constant company from their doorstep until now, not having to handle the luggage themselves.

"Jiang is quite decent; he’s understanding and thorough."

Seeing the two young men help with the luggage, Father Lan, Wu Guangjiang, lavishly praised the unseen orchestrator behind them.

"Earlier, I was worried about him being so young, thinking he might be rash, seems I was wrong, Honghong’s choice isn’t bad..."

Honghong.

Lan Peizhi’s real name.

As parents, they surely wouldn’t use the "stage name" that circulates in the martial arts world.

"I wonder if Honghong knows. If she doesn’t, will she be upset?" Lan’s mother was concerned.

"Upset, but not at us. We’re not the cause."

While embodying a strong masculine stance with his wife, he clearly feared his daughter, even when she wasn’t present.

"It’s Jiang who invited us to come; if we don’t come, he even sent someone to fetch us. What can we do? If there’s any dissatisfaction, Honghong can only take it up with him."

Wu Guangjiang’s attire was quite presentable—leather coat, new black leather shoes, hair slicked with wax; he evidently groomed himself well before departure. Yet, persona can’t be dressed up, making genuine luxury look cheap and incongruous.

"How can you put all the blame on Jiang? He thoughtfully brought us to see his son and doesn’t deserve any criticism?"

Feeling cornered, Wu Guangjiang pretended to smile, "Didn’t I just praise him? Quit overthinking. Since he invited us, he surely discussed it with Honghong; rest assured. This is East Sea, the wealthiest place in Shen Zhou; you should seize the chance to broaden your vision."

Talking, Wu Guangjiang picked up his phone, and started snapping photos all around, then raised it high for a selfie, complete with a peace sign.

Age may be high, but the spirit is young.

The fact that Martial Saint has such a personality isn’t without reason.

Lan Peizhi doesn’t resemble anyone, but he’s very much like his father.

Following the young men out of the airport, Wu Guangjiang was satisfied enough to put down the latest iPhone.

"Alright, give us the address and we’ll just take a taxi."

"Mr. Jiang has come to pick you up."

"Mom!"

Wu Guangjiang hadn’t reacted yet when he heard a penetrating shout.

Instinctively turning his head.

His son, eagerly springing out of the car’s door, was dressed even more maturely than his father. The shimmering emblem of the goddess on the bonnet made him whisper to his wife, explaining, "See that? A Rolls Royce, starts at a few million."

But Lan’s mother wasn’t concerned with these things, her focus solely on her son, nearly sprinting towards them, a purer smile than even the sky above on her makeup-free face.