Chapter 2717 - 1688 Boys and Girls

"What are you up to, you grown-ups."

Unable to contain his excitement, Martial Saint hugged his mother who had come from afar, ignoring the public setting.

A few months ago, Jiang Chen had already returned to Sha City to attend Tie Jun’s wedding, and he had visited Bashu with Tanki Liuli. This time, however, it was his mother’s first time leaving the village, which was highly significant.

Jiang Chen followed behind, with a warm and humble smile, sitting in a Rolls-Royce worth several million, as if he was following Lan Peizhi when they hurriedly knocked on the door back then.

"Father, Mother, welcome to the East Sea."

Wu Guangjiang reached out his hand, "Jiang, thanks for taking the trouble."

Jiang Chen froze for a moment and then cooperatively extended his hand.

The two hands shook firmly, and Wu Guangjiang shook with the demeanor of a superior meeting a subordinate.

Although he had promised in the car, Martial Saint completely ignored his father, with his eyes only focused on his mother, attentively asking her various questions.

"Mom, were you scared on the plane?"

"Just a little during takeoff and landing."

It was evident that Lan’s mother’s emotions fluctuated significantly, but she held back and reminded, also educating her son, "Your dad came specially for your birthday."

Lan’s mother was a rare gem of the era.

It’s hard to encounter someone like her nowadays. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ

Only then did Martial Saint reluctantly turn his head and perfunctorily call out, "Dad."

Wu Guangjiang was not bothered at all, instead very satisfied. In his view, having a son was enough, regardless of the son’s character.

He looked up and down, delightedly and proudly, "Getting more handsome, just like when I was young."

Martial Saint pouted, faking a smile. For the sake of his mom and Brother Jiang Chen, and considering the current atmosphere, he didn’t quip.

"Father, Mother, please get in the car."

Wu Guangjiang nodded, looking at that imposing, long-wheelbase Phantom that created an overwhelming aura just by being parked there, murmuring, "Yes, let’s talk in the car."

He took the lead, totally considering himself the main character.

Martial Saint almost couldn’t hold back.

"Jiang, thanks."

Lan’s mother said softly.

"I’m so glad Mother could come to the East Sea."

Though lacking in flowery words, it’s the simpler language that touches the heart more.

"Not only did you arrange for us to come to the East Sea, but you also took such good care of Martial Saint. I’ve always wanted to thank you in person."

"Mom, did you come not to see me but to say thanks to Brother Jiang Chen?"

Martial Saint interjected.

Jiang Chen remained calm and composed, not looking like a different person but certainly changed visibly since coming to live and go to school in the East Sea instead of being the tyrannical King of Chaos back in the village—something his mother, Lan’s mother, was undoubtedly keenly aware of.

Although the time spent with Martial Saint wasn’t particularly long, like education and love, it’s not about spending every day with him. His guidance must have had a profound impact on Martial Saint.

Not being arrogant, he was indeed confident about this.

So regarding Lan’s mother’s gratitude, Jiang Chen didn’t think it was undeserved, responding openly, gracefully, and politely, "Since Pei Zhi didn’t have time, I am certainly obliged. Mother need not worry; there’s no need for such courtesy among a family."

Martial Saint’s eyes flickered, secretly giving his brother a thumbs-up.

Lan’s mother deepened her smile, conveying a meaningful implication, nodded, and said no more.

Luggage was loaded into the trunk.

The two strong men who had accompanied them from Bashu to the East Sea silently disappeared.

The driver closed the car door.

The Rolls-Royce started.

In the spacious backseat filled with the scent of money, Wu Guangjiang took it upon himself to sit cross-legged, looking around, feeling the texture of life at the top echelon of wealthy people with his hands.

"Jiang, is this car yours or Honghong’s?"

"Wu Guangjiang..."

Unable to bear it, Martial Saint immediately wanted to battle his arrogant and self-righteous father.

Even Lan’s mother, who usually respected her husband’s authority, looked at her husband reproachfully, "What are you saying."

However, Jiang Chen remained calm, poised, and responded with an astonishing line.

"Does it make a difference?"

Perfect.

Perfect.

Opposite him, Wu Guangjiang was slightly stunned and then beamed, raising his finger to point at Jiang Chen.

"From the first time I met you, I knew you were not ordinary. Good kid, you have made it, managing to win my daughter over. Not many people I admire, but you’re one of them."

In the face of Wu Guangjiang’s rather incoherent praise, Jiang Chen responded modestly and with no arrogance, "The first time I met Father, Father also made a lasting impression on me."

"Hahaha..."

Still laughing!

Do you not catch the underlying sarcasm?

Martial Saint grumbled internally.

"In the blink of an eye, it’s been two years. Time really flies. To be honest, although I thought you were no simple person, I didn’t hold out much hope back then. But you surprised me greatly."

Wu Guangjiang sighed deeply, "Honghong is so outstanding, and I’ve always worried that her standards are too high for anyone. Now I’ve settled that concern."

"Jiang, does Honghong know we’ve come?"

Lan’s mother couldn’t help but ask.

Martial Saint’s heart skipped a beat; he was still too young. Someone remained composed, responding smoothly, "Wu Guangjiang and I plan to surprise her."

Perhaps this is what’s called the art of language.

The same intention, expressed differently, feels entirely different.

But Martial Saint wasn’t the parents; his face instantly turned bitter.

Oh Brother, if you want to surprise Sis, don’t let it involve me.

"Jiang, you’re quite something."

Wu Guangjiang offered ample affirmation, "If you told Honghong, she certainly wouldn’t agree. I know she’s also doing it for her mom and my sake. In the village, life is comfortable and free, even the dogs’ names are known, unlike here where everything is unfamiliar. But as parents, what we care about most are our children. Now that Martial Saint has come to the East Sea, she hardly comes back more than a few times a year. They both have school and work, so only the idle ones like us come to see them."