88: Chapter 88 A heart filled with trepidation, Dad happily receives an E300

"10 million?" Zhu Xiumei had a feeling that her son had gone off to commit robbery, or perhaps had gotten involved in a pyramid scheme.

She wasn't complaining about having too much money; she just felt uneasy.

This money had come too easily, which made it hard for her to sleep soundly at night.

Her generation believed that you reap what you sow; things like pie falling from the sky were always traps.

Tang Luochuan had anticipated his mother's reaction and had already prepared his explanation: "Mom, don't worry, this money is clean, not a cent of it is illegal. Didn't I tell you? I played the stock market a bit, caught a good trend, and it multiplied several times over. Plus, that bit of cryptocurrency I bought earlier has also gone crazy lately, so I just sold some off and made a good profit. Also... I wrote a novel and made quite a bit from publishing it online."

Zhu Xiumei wanted to question him, but her son had always been obedient and sensible since he was little.

He wasn't the type to worry people.

"10 million... no wonder you dared to find three girlfriends," Zhu Xiumei could only believe it this way: "I'll keep it for you. When you graduate and get married, we'll buy a big house in the city, or maybe buy a few, so you and your wife will have enough space."

"We'll see, maybe I'll be able to earn 100 million a day!" Tang Luochuan said, brushing it off with a laugh.

"You've read too many novels; talking about hundreds of millions, even 100 million a day—do you have any concept of reality!" Zhu Xiumei rolled her eyes at her son but didn't say more: "Go out, go play with Wantang. I'll finish cooking the dishes in a bit, and call your dad in while you're at it."

She still needed to discuss this matter with her husband in more detail.

After going out, Tang Luochuan prepared to call Tang Hai in.

However, Tang Hai had already stepped outside and was admiring this Mercedes-Benz E300 on the street.

Love! That was true love!

A middle-aged man of forty-five, living a mundane life with no other hobbies, his life seemed to have been mapped out from the start.

The Volkswagen he drove daily was the top-tier vehicle he could ever touch in this lifetime.

But who could have imagined that something he never dared to covet in this life would be fulfilled thanks to his son—he had actually become the father of a 'rich first generation'!

Tang Hai reached out, gently stroking the smooth body of the Mercedes-Benz, then leaned in close to the car window, shielding his eyes with his hand to carefully examine the exquisite interior.

Tang Luochuan walked over from the side and took out the car keys to hand to his father: "Here, this car is for you. I'll just drive it when I come back! After I go to school, you can just drive it whenever."

Tang Hai glanced at his son. He was naturally a man of few words, carrying a bit of traditional masculine pride; he was usually serious and kept his love for his son hidden deep, never speaking of it.

He never praised him easily, nor did he put him down, but Tang Luochuan felt that his father's love wasn't as intense as his mother's.

Every time he did well on an exam, his mother could jump with excitement.

If he did something well, his mother would even cup his face and give him a hard kiss, constantly saying: "My Luochuan has grown up, he's so sensible."

When it came to Tang Hai, there was only a faint: "Pretty good..."

Tang Hai looked at the car keys, then at his son, with a smile of appreciation on his face, along with a bit of embarrassment.

Tang Luochuan could tell his dad still cared about face: "I bought it for you, why are you embarrassed? It's a gift! My mom told me to tell you to go to the kitchen."

As he said this, he shoved the car keys to his father, and then reached out his hand: "Give me your Volkswagen! I'll just drive that for these few days."

This E300 had already gotten his dad this excited; if he let him know about the rolls-royce cullinan, he might even ask for leave to go to Shanghai with him to see the world.

"Haha, you rascal." Tang Hai didn't stand on ceremony either, taking out the worn-out Volkswagen key ring and giving it to his son: "Cherish it, this old partner of mine has been with me for many years."

He knew Tang Luochuan drove a bit recklessly; back when he was just old enough to learn to drive, he would often let him practice in his Volkswagen.

That was when he discovered this kid had a habit of not slowing down when turning, and several times he almost 'drifted' the car.

Tang Luochuan replied: "Got it."

Clutching the brand-new Mercedes-Benz key, Tang Hai hurried to the driver's seat: "Let your mom finish cooking, I'm going for a spin!"

"My mom is looking for you for something."

"Oh, wait a bit~" After saying that, he had already entered the driver's seat. Once the car door closed, the outside noise was cut off.

Only then did Tang Hai start muttering to himself: "Oh my, hoping for your son to become a dragon, I really did run into that good fortune! Old Tang, oh Old Tang, you've hit the jackpot in this life; your son has really made something of himself!"

Tang Luochuan smiled helplessly outside, but he felt happy in his heart.

He had managed to reduce the pressure on his parents and let them enjoy themselves early.

As a son, this was his greatest wish.

An hour later, lunch was served a bit late.

Tang Hai hadn't returned, and Zhu Xiumei went to the bedroom next door to avoid cursing in front of her 'future daughter-in-law'.

But her voice was so loud that she could still be heard clearly.

"What's there to be so angry about over driving a car! You're not even back for dinner, come back quickly! The daughter-in-law is here, and you ran off to play with the car; that's wasting gas."

Hearing the words 'daughter-in-law', Su Wantang blushed.

She stole a glance at Tang Luochuan, who was currently replying to messages from Shen Muyan and Jiang Jinyue.

...

Zhu Family Ditch.

Zhu Jianhua was also busy with his mother; there were many people at his house today.

After all, the wedding was the day after tomorrow.

Meng Fanyi and a few girlfriends were chatting and laughing in the living room.

"Fanyi, is your Chanel real? It's so beautiful."

"I've never even seen a Chanel before."

"How much was it??"

Meng Fanyi took the bag with great composure, a hint of excitement in her voice: "20,000 yuan, just a basic model. Several girls at our school carry this one. Cousin Jianhua insisted on buying it for me."

At this moment, she felt extremely satisfied. The demolition compensation here was 250,000 per person! There were also two 96-square-meter apartments.

The old Zhu family had 6 people including her, so that was 1.5 million, and they also had a storefront property on the side of the road.

They were directly approved for 3 million!

That was 4.5 million; how long would it take for someone to earn 4.5 million working?

Actually, a girl like Meng Fanyi, although her character was a bit wild, compared to honest people, she had seen through the essence of life.

She certainly couldn't climb any higher.

But she was much better than those honest, self-righteous people.

"Fanyi, do you still remember that Tang Luochuan?" her girlfriend next to her suddenly asked, her eyes hiding a lingering attachment.

Meng Fanyi's heart skipped a beat; she didn't want to hear that name. Everyone was from the same town.

She had suddenly 'disappeared' and turned around to marry his distant cousin; it was very unscrupulous.

She should see him as little as possible in the future!

"Why? Are you looking for him?"

The girlfriend smiled: "I've liked him since junior high, but we weren't in the same class in high school, so I don't have his WeChat. Do you have it?"

"I... don't..."