74: Chapter 74 Heir to a Trillion-Dollar Fortune: From Now On, Please Call Me Young Master Chen

The crystal chandelier in the dining room cast a warm, yellow glow, stretching the shadows of the family of four across the floor.

"Alright, it's settled then."

Chen Fan made the final decision, setting his teacup down on the table with a crisp clatter. "Starting tomorrow, Su Muyang will be renamed Chen Muyang, and Su Nianyao will be renamed Chen Nianyao. Our Chen family register is finally going to have some new additions."

Su Nianyao muttered her new name twice, her brows knitting together into a knot. "Chen Nianyao... Chen Nianyao... Why does it feel so awkward to say? If you say it too fast, it sounds like 'aged medicine,' not stylish at all."

"Find it awkward?" Chen Fan peeled an orange, popped a segment into his mouth, and said with a mischievous grin, "That's simple, you can take your mother's name instead and be called Chen Wanqing. Since you look just like her, people will think you're sisters when we go out. How prestigious would that be?"

"Pfft—!"

Su Muyang, who was drinking water, sprayed it out and hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth.

Su Wanqing was also amused and reached out to pinch Chen Fan's arm. "Stop being so improper! How can a child have the same name as their mother? Aren't you afraid of bad luck?"

"I'm just joking to liven up the mood." Chen Fan chuckled and handed the rest of the orange to Su Wanqing. "Alright, it's decided then. We won't change the given names, just the surname. The names were chosen by Wanqing, they have good meanings, so we'll keep them."

Su Nianyao pursed her lips. Before she could speak, her eyes darted to Su Muyang beside her. As if recalling some old score, she leaned in with a wicked grin.

"Brother, since we're changing our surname, shouldn't those 'good deeds' you did in the past be wiped clean too?"

Su Muyang shrank back warily. "What good deeds?"

"That time in fourth grade! Our teacher asked us to write an essay called 'My Father.' I wrote it with tears in my eyes and got full marks. But you, you took my essay, changed 'Su Nianyao' to 'Su Muyang,' changed 'I am a girl' to 'I am a boy,' and turned it in without changing a single other word! In the end, the teacher even praised you for writing something so realistic and moving!"

"We didn't have a dad back then, so if I didn't copy yours, whose would I copy?" Su Muyang's face flushed red as he stiffened his neck in defense. "Besides, that's called borrowing! Can you call what a scholar does 'copying'?"

"Borrowing my foot! You even copied the part where I wrote 'wearing two little pigtails'!"

"I... I was just adding artistic flair!"

Watching the siblings bicker and expose each other's secrets like two fighting cocks, Su Wanqing laughed until tears almost came to her eyes. Life used to be hard, and the children were so sensible it broke her heart; they rarely played like this without a care in the world. Now, the house finally felt like a real home.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing." Su Wanqing laughed to smooth things over. "You're both so old now, still bringing up things from elementary school. From now on, you're Chen Muyang and Chen Nianyao. Neither of you should look down on the other."

Chen Fan watched this scene, feeling a warmth in his heart. He beckoned, and his assistant, Tian Shu, who had been waiting at the door, floated over like a ghost.

"Boss."

"First thing tomorrow morning, get the name change sorted out." Chen Fan ordered. "Contact the Education Bureau and the Public Security Bureau. Have the children's school records, files, and household registration all transferred under my name. I want them to be my legitimate children in the eyes of the law."

"Understood." Tian Shu pulled out a small notebook and recorded it quickly. His poker face remained expressionless, as if the boss had just asked him to go buy groceries.

Chen Fan turned to look at Su Wanqing. "Honey, your household registration..."

Su Wanqing hesitated, then shook her head. "Let's hold off for now. My parents haven't given their blessing yet. If I move my registration now, they'll be so angry they might get sick. Let's wait until we get our marriage certificate and make it official."

"Alright, I'll listen to you." Chen Fan didn't push, looking confident. "Don't worry, I have a surefire way to handle your parents. By the time I'm done, you won't even have to ask; they'll be begging me to move your registration over."

After dinner was cleared away, Chen Fan called the two children into the study.

The study was larger than the living room of an average household, and a massive map of the world's commerce hung on the wall. Chen Fan walked over and sat behind the large yellow pear-wood desk, and his entire aura shifted instantly.

The jovial, teasing father from moments ago was gone, replaced by a business tycoon who controlled a trillion-dollar empire.

"Muyang, come here." Chen Fan pointed to a red dot on the map. "Do you know where this is?"

Chen Muyang walked over and looked. "Jiangcheng, Tiansheng Group headquarters."

"That's right." Chen Fan took a thick document from the drawer and tossed it onto the table. "Since you have returned to the family, it's time you knew about some of the family assets. Besides the Tianhong Group managed by your aunt Chen Xia, our family's biggest trump card is 'Peak Capital'."

"Peak Capital?" Chen Muyang's breath hitched. It was a mysterious titan that had recently risen to fame on Wall Street; no one knew who the boss behind it was.

"Correct, that's my purse." Chen Fan lit a cigarette. Amidst the swirling smoke, his eyes turned sharp and ruthless. "This Monday, Tiansheng Group is holding an extraordinary general meeting of shareholders. That old geezer Wang Tiansheng thinks I'm just an upstart who only knows how to throw money around, and he's preparing to unite with a few small shareholders to kick me out."

Chen Muyang clenched his fists. Mentioning Wang Tiansheng made him think of Wang Hao and the nauseating Qian Li.

"Dad, what should we do?"

"What should we do?" Chen Fan sneered, tapping his finger heavily on the desk. "I have already used thirty offshore accounts to eat up 34% of Tiansheng Group's outstanding shares, bit by bit, like ants moving house. Plus the 17% held by the second-largest shareholder, Wang Feng—this person has a grudge against Wang Tiansheng and was turned by me long ago."

"34 plus 17 equals 51." Chen Fan exhaled a smoke ring, his tone as flat as if he were commenting on the weather. "Even if Wang Tiansheng is the founder, no matter how much he struggles, in the face of absolute controlling interest, he's nothing."

"On Monday, I will directly remove him from his position as Chairman."

Chen Fan patted the document again. "Inside this are the ironclad proofs of Wang Tiansheng's embezzlement, fraudulent accounting, and bribery over the past few years. Every single one is enough to put him behind bars for life."

Chen Muyang felt his blood boil with excitement, rushing to his head.

Is this the power of capital?

Is this the method of his father?

With a laugh and a chat, the enemy's defenses were turned to ash. The prestigious Wang family, which had once seemed unreachable to him and which Qian Li had flocked to, was, in his father's eyes, merely an ant that could be crushed with a flick of the finger.

Beside him, Chen Nianyao was yawning, her head bobbing. "Dad, this sounds like so much work for the brain... Can you just tell us the result? We win, right?"

Su Wanqing was also lost in the conversation. She had no interest in these cutthroat business battles; she only felt they were too dangerous and exhausting.

Chen Fan glanced at the mother and daughter, and he understood.

The daughter took after her mother; she only wanted a peaceful life. This vast business empire would have to be carried by his son.

"Muyang." Chen Fan suddenly called out.

"Yes."

"I won't be going to the shareholders' meeting on Monday." Chen Fan looked at his son, his eyes full of encouragement and expectation. "You go in my place."

"Me?" Chen Muyang was stunned. "Dad, I'm only a junior in college, I don't have the experience..."

"Experience is forged in battle, not learned in books." Chen Fan stood up, walked over to his son, and adjusted his collar. "You are the shareholder representative of Peak Capital, the young master of Huihuang Group, and above all, you are my son. You have the right to sit in that main seat."

"Go. Go and personally drag Wang Tiansheng down from that position. Go and see that father and son who once looked down on you, weeping and wailing before you."

Chen Fan's voice seemed to have a magical power, igniting a wild fire that had been suppressed in the depths of Chen Muyang's heart for so long.

He thought of Qian Li's betrayal, the arrogant face of Wang Hao driving a sports car in front of him, and all the cold shoulders and humiliation he had endured over the years.

Now, his father had placed the blade of vengeance in his hands.

Chen Muyang took a deep breath, and for the first time, a wolf-like ferocity appeared in his eyes, which so closely resembled Chen Fan's.

He nodded heavily, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Dad, I'll go. I'll let them know what the consequences are for messing with our Chen family."

Chen Fan patted his shoulder with satisfaction.

At this moment, the shadows of the father and son overlapped on the wall.

A new business emperor was awakening.