Chapter 55: I have no other talent—I just have a lot of money

My heart is full of happiness.

"Honey, your dad is really good to you." Yun Zhe muttered, full of jealousy: "He won't even give me anything valuable."

"Why are you eating vinegar for no reason?" Geng Jing Shu said with a smile: "Dad just bought you a car."

"You don't know—he bought Jingrou and Yuchun supercars, while I got a broken Benz. When I drive it out, people say I'm old‑fashioned." Yun Zhe complained, then sighed helplessly: "I finally understand Dad—he's following the old pattern, raise the son poor, raise the daughter rich. How pitiful I am."

"Still talking about raising the son poor? You're doing fine." Geng Jing Shu suddenly understood Xiao Ming's purpose in treating them differently, and advised Yun Zhe: "You really need to temper your temper—you're about to be a father. Act steadily, and make sure to fulfill your filial duties in front of Dad, so he won't always worry about you."

"That's for sure." Yun Zhe muttered, though his heart wasn't really unbalanced.

His father is so rich; he must cling to this thigh.

After all, that's his own father—money is as abundant as leaves, so it's fine for him to appropriately sponge off him.

"At first, Yuchun and I said we'd work hard together to earn money for our retirement, but the surprise came too suddenly—our dad doesn't need it." Yun Zhe said cheerfully.

Geng Jing Shu also laughed at being teased by Yun Zhe.

Since Yun Zhe's accident half a year ago, the two hadn't shared a blanket; now, finally being together, they couldn't help but feel their hearts race.

Geng Jing Shu shyly slipped into the blanket, playfully reaching out to Yun Zhe: "Dear, we haven't done that in a long time……"

"Hehe…" Yun Zhe had the same intention, and he embraced his girlfriend.

……

That night, many people couldn't sleep.

Wen Fengshu's birthday banquet, after all, was attended by prominent figures; the Wen family's huge joke spread instantly through the business circle.

The guests who attended the banquet, after leaving the Wen residence, began to discuss it.

"Today is truly an eye‑opener—Wang Mengyan is a recognized tycoon in the business circle, fawned over wherever he goes, yet in front of General Manager Xiao he bows and scrapes like a grandson."

"Besides him, there are Wan Feiyu, Tang Qingming and other business tycoons—each of them, upon seeing General Manager Xiao, acts as if they've seen a ghost and can't escape fast enough."

"Just who is this General Manager Xiao?"

Many people are curious about General Manager Xiao's identity.

Some well‑informed people, getting heated in the discussion, couldn't help but say a few things about Xiao Ming's identity.

General Manager Xiao, it is said, is currently the person in the country who possesses the most cash.

He is also a genius at investment—whatever project he favors is sure to make a big profit.

This person already had over a hundred billion in wealth more than ten years ago.

However, he has always disliked showing off; few know his identity, and only those who know his true identity realize how fearsome he is.

……

The next morning.

In the Yuxi Villa District, everyone got up early and went to the villa's garden to feel the fresh, pleasant morning air, feeling extremely refreshed.

"Father‑in‑law, did you sleep well last night?" Xiao Ming politely asked Geng Tianhua and Sun Xuehua.

"Pretty good." Geng Tianhua sighed: "In this lifetime, to have a chance to rest in such a luxurious house feels like a dream."

"No matter how good the house is, as you say, it's still just for people to live in, right?" Xiao Ming replied with a smile.

"That's the reasoning."

Geng Tianhua looked at the several children, thinking that when Jing Shu's child is born, they will grow up in this palace‑like mansion, and he felt genuinely happy from the bottom of his heart.

Afterward, Xiao Ming greeted everyone to finish breakfast; Geng Tianhua then led his wife to leave, and Xiao Ming arranged a car to send them back.

Wen Jingrou and Wen Yuchun had not yet finished their date with Mr. Sandman.

Yun Zhe and Geng Jing Shu also got up quite early; after breakfast, because they had to work, they also needed to get up and leave.

Just as they stepped outside, Xiao Ming called out to Geng Jing Shu: "Jing Shu, I've arranged a car to take you to work."

As soon as Xiao Ming finished speaking, an Aston Martin pulled up in front of Geng Jing Shu; a man about forty got out, opened the door, and made a polite inviting gesture toward her.

Xiao Ming said seriously: "Since you're pregnant, whether you drive yourself or take a taxi, it's not very convenient—from now on, let Old Li pick you up and drop you off."

Xiao Ming said seriously: "From now on, wherever you go, just tell Old Li and he'll take you."

"Dad." Geng Jing Shu was shocked—she never dared dream that one day she would have a dedicated driver for all her comings and goings.

After the surprise, she gratefully said: "Dad, thank you."

"I've said before—you're now a member of the Xiao family; there's nothing to it, no need to be polite." Xiao Ming replied.

Afterward, he instructed Old Li to serve Geng Jing Shu from then on.

After Geng Jing Shu left, Xiao Ming turned his head and looked at Yun Zhe.

Being looked at by Xiao Ming, Yun Zhe inexplicably felt a sudden panic and said awkwardly: "Um, Dad, I'll just take a taxi."

His Benz is still at Qilin Yuan.

"Come, I have something to discuss with you." Xiao Ming, guessing Yun Zhe's thoughts, laughed helplessly.

He carefully examined Yun Zhe.

He wore a standard work uniform, quite ordinary—bought for him earlier by Wen Jingrou and Wen Yuchun; his shoes and such were also plain.

In contrast, Wen Jingrou and Wen Yuchun now, from head to toe, are dressed in brand‑name clothing.

He felt that he had indeed fallen short with his son.

Thinking that, he stepped toward the house: "Come, I have something to discuss with you."

"Oh!" Yun Zhe felt apprehensive in his heart and obediently followed.

Seeing Xiao Ming bring him into a huge walk‑in closet, Yun Zhe's mind filled with question marks.

The walk‑in closet had individual high‑end compartments—what are they for? Do we really need to store that many clothes and shoes?

Xiao Ming walked straight to the door of a compartment; as soon as he stood there, the door opened automatically and the lights inside switched on.

Inside, there were nothing but transparent display cabinets, each filled with very high‑end watches—so many it looked like a watch boutique had opened.

"The watches here are all limited editions, or outright discontinued—Dad, I have no other talent, just lots of money. Since you're my own son, you can't be too shabby."

Xiao Ming said, stepping back a step, raising his hand to signal Wen Yunzhe to come forward: "Pick for yourself, you can take whatever you like to wear."

Afterwards, he still didn't forget to tease: "Look at Yuchun and her two, what she wears and puts on are all brand-name; if it's too shabby for you, I worry you'll later pull out my oxygen tube."