72: Chapter 72 Chen Fan's "Twisted Logic and Heresy"

The extended rolls-royce phantom sped off the airport expressway and turned into a tree-lined private avenue.

The French plane trees on both sides of the road flew backward, and at the end was a towering European-style carved iron gate.

"We're here." Chen Fan patted the back of Su Wanqing's hand.

The gates slowly slid open to both sides, and the fleet drove in.

Su Wanqing pressed against the car window and looked out, her mouth slowly forming an 'O' shape.

How was this a home? This was clearly a royal garden!

In a giant fountain pool, water columns danced to music, neatly trimmed shrubs formed complex geometric patterns, and in the distance, a shimmering artificial lake could even be seen, with several black swans gracefully preening their feathers on the surface.

"This... just how many people do you have to hire just to mow the lawn?" The first thought that popped into Su Wanqing's head was actually the labor cost.

The fleet rounded the fountain and came to a steady stop in front of a magnificent French-style main building.

As soon as the car door opened and one of Su Wanqing's feet touched the ground, she was so startled by the spectacle before her that she almost pulled back.

A red carpet stretched from the car door all the way to the main building's lobby.

On both sides of the red carpet stood a dense crowd of people.

On the left were bodyguards all in black suits, each standing tall and wearing sunglasses; on the right were maids and butlers in black and white uniforms, and even a chef team wearing tall hats.

At a rough glance, there were at least four hundred people.

"Hello, Boss!"

"Hello, Madam! Hello, Young Master! Hello, Miss!"

Over four hundred people bowed ninety degrees in unison, their voices as loud as thunder, echoing over the vast estate.

Su Wanqing's legs went weak, and her body swayed.

This kind of scene, which she had only seen in TV dramas when an emperor went on an inspection tour, caused her first reaction to be panic, not pleasure, when it actually happened to her.

A warm, large hand timely supported her waist.

"What are you panicking for?" Chen Fan leaned into her ear, his tone teasing, "This will be the norm from now on; you have to get used to it."

Su Wanqing took a deep breath, and looking at Chen Fan's calm and composed face, the panic in her heart dissipated somewhat for some reason.

That's right, this was her man's territory.

She straightened her back, took Chen Fan's arm, and tilted her chin up slightly.

Since she was now the mistress of Longwan No. 1, she couldn't embarrass Chen Fan.

"Let's go, let's go home."

Chen Fan led her, followed by Su Muyang and Su Nianyao; the family of four stepped onto the red carpet and walked into the gate that symbolized top-tier power under the respectful gaze of hundreds of eyes.

...

Once inside, Su Nianyao immediately turned into a little tour guide, pulling Su Wanqing around everywhere.

"Mom! Look at this crystal chandelier, it's a Swarovski custom piece, it cost several million!"

"Mom! This side is the heated pool, the water is all filtered mineral water!"

"Mom! There's even a wine cellar in the basement, filled with Dad's collection of red wines. Taking any bottle at random could buy a house in Yunzhou!"

Su Wanqing listened in a daze, feeling like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, her eyes unable to take it all in.

Lunch was set on a long Western-style dining table.

The table was too long, so Chen Fan specifically had it removed and replaced with a cozy small round table for the family to sit together.

There weren't many dishes, but each one was as exquisite as a work of art.

"Try this." Chen Fan placed a piece of snow-white fish in Su Wanqing's bowl, "The belly of a wild large yellow croaker, flown in by air, died less than half an hour ago."

Su Wanqing took a bite; it was so fresh her eyebrows almost fell off.

"It's delicious, but it's just too much trouble," Su Wanqing lamented. "Flying in food just for a meal, what a waste of resources."

"As long as you like eating it, even filling in the sea wouldn't be a waste." Chen Fan smiled and poured her a glass of juice. "By the way, you have to go back to Yunzhou tomorrow night."

Su Wanqing was taken aback: "So soon? Are you kicking me out?"

"Where are your thoughts going?" Chen Fan put down his chopsticks. "On Monday, I've arranged a private jet to take your parents to a private hospital in Tanzhou for a check-up. I've already settled everything there; they're all top experts. You have to go back and coax the elders onto the plane; this glorious task belongs to no one but you."

Su Wanqing's heart warmed.

This man had thought of everything for her in advance.

"Alright, then I'll go back tomorrow." Su Wanqing nodded, then looked at the two children, "What about Muyang and Nianyao?"

"They're staying here." Chen Fan glanced at the siblings. "I've also arranged a full set of check-ups for them, including genetic testing. These two kids suffered with us before, so their nutrition definitely couldn't keep up. We need to check what they're lacking and supplement it, and while we're at it, condition their physical foundation."

Su Muyang and Su Nianyao looked at each other and both nodded obediently.

After finishing the meal, Su Nianyao suddenly held up her phone.

"Stop! Nobody move!"

She ran between Chen Fan and Su Wanqing, putting an arm around each, and made a peace sign at the camera: "Brother! Come over here! Family photo!"

Su Muyang walked over helplessly and stood behind Su Wanqing. Although his face showed no expression, his body honestly leaned toward his mother.

"Eggplant—!"

*Click*.

The image froze.

In the photo, Chen Fan was smiling triumphantly, Su Wanqing was gentle and moving, Su Nianyao was full of youthful energy, and Su Muyang was looking cool.

Su Nianyao's fingers operated quickly as she created a WeChat group, pulling the three of them in. The group name was simple and crude: [Loving Family].

The photo was sent into the group; it was their first photo as a family of four.

"Xuanwu." Chen Fan beckoned.

The butler, Xuanwu, who had been waiting nearby, immediately walked over holding a professional DSLR camera.

"That kind of selfie just now is for Moments; now take a formal one." Chen Fan straightened his collar and said seriously, "Print it out, frame it, and hang one in every single room in this house. I want everyone who enters this door to know who the mistress of this house is."

Su Wanqing's face turned red, and she kicked him under the table.

...

When they toured the master bedroom on the third floor, Su Wanqing's brow furrowed.

It was one thing for the bedroom to be ridiculously large, but there were actually two young girls in maid outfits standing at the door. They were quite pretty, even more beautiful than the stars on TV.

"Boss, Madam." The two girls bowed respectfully.

"These are Mingyue and Xingchen," Chen Fan introduced. "They are specifically responsible for the hygiene of the master bedroom and our daily lives. In the future, if you want a drink of water, to get clothes, or to draw bathwater, just call out."

Once the two girls withdrew, Su Wanqing immediately reached out and pinched Chen Fan's waist.

"Hiss—! It hurts!" Chen Fan cried out exaggeratedly.

"You know it hurts?" Su Wanqing glared at him. "Chen Fan, do you want to be an emperor? You even need someone to draw your bathwater? You have hands and feet; is it necessary to be this lazy? This is simply... simply corruption!"

Chen Fan rubbed his waist, pulled her to the bedside to sit down, and looked serious.

"Wanqing, you don't understand."

"I don't understand what? I don't understand how to squander a fortune?"

"This isn't called squandering; it's called social responsibility." Chen Fan began to talk serious nonsense. "Think about it, I have so much money now. If I don't spend it, it's just a string of dead numbers in the bank. But if I spend it, even if it's hiring a maid or buying a fish, am I not providing jobs for others? Am I not letting the fishermen earn money?"

Su Wanqing was confused: "What... what kind of twisted logic is this?"

"It's called the economic cycle." Chen Fan got more excited as he spoke. "If rich people don't splurge, who will buy the luxury goods produced by factories? If factories go bust, won't workers lose their jobs? So me working hard to spend money and enjoy life is essentially boosting domestic demand, contributing to the country, and being patriotic!"

Su Wanqing listened, dumbfounded.

To speak of seeking pleasure in such a refined, unconventional, and righteous way—just how thick was his skin?

"Twisted logic and heretical theories!" Su Wanqing laughed and scolded, then turned to the two children. "You two be the judge, is your dad fooling people?"

Su Nianyao immediately raised her hand, looking excited: "I think Dad is right! To respond to the national call, I've decided that I must work hard to spend money in the future to help Dad share this heavy patriotic responsibility!"

Chen Fan laughed heartily and gave his daughter a thumbs up: "Good girl! High awareness!"

Su Wanqing shook her head helplessly and looked at her son, who hadn't spoken: "Muyang, you wouldn't believe your dad's nonsense too, would you?"

Su Muyang leaned against the doorframe, looking at his father who was currently feeling very pleased with himself, a flash of depth beyond his years appearing in his eyes.

He naturally knew it was twisted logic.

But he understood another layer of meaning in Chen Fan's words.

As long as you have strength, as long as you hold the right to speak, even the most selfish or absurd behavior can be draped in a sacred cloak, making it impossible for others to refute, and even making them feel grateful to you.

This was the logic of the strong.

"Mom," Su Muyang spoke slowly, his tone calm. "I think Dad makes sense. In life and in doing things, it's not about what you did, but how you define it. As long as you stand on the moral high ground, spending money is also a form of cultivation."

The smile in Chen Fan's eyes grew even deeper.

He took a deep look at his son.

This kid's perceptiveness was even higher than he had imagined.

This was the first lesson he wanted to teach his son: the art of the emperor, winning hearts is paramount.

Su Muyang met his father's gaze, and the door to a new world in his heart was slowly opening.

So, this was called power play.

It seemed that in the future, what he had to learn was not just how to make money, but more importantly, how to put a bulletproof vest named 'Justice' on his own ambition.