Chapter 2857

Leaving the hot spring villa at Xiangxieli, Ye Chen immediately rushed back to Tang Chen Yi Pin, planning to simply pack some luggage and, by the way, inform his father-in-law Xiao Changkun and mother-in-law Ma Lan that he would be rushing overnight to another city tonight to do a feng shui consultation for another client.

The couple knew Ye Chen was constantly running around all day, so they had long been used to it; thus, upon hearing this news, they were not surprised at all.

What Ye Chen did not expect was that his mother-in-law Ma Lan would actually take the initiative to care for him, saying with a face full of concern: "Good son-in-law, you run around all day without resting for a few days—what would you do if you wore yourself out?"

Suddenly being shown concern by his mother-in-law, Ye Chen also felt it was quite rare, so he smiled and said: "Mom, you don't need to worry. Although I'm out running around every day, I actually don't feel tired at all."

Xiao Changkun, standing nearby, looked at Ma Lan and snorted: "You know nothing. The good son-in-law is now a feng shui master. You may see him running around all day, but those who hire him are all big bosses and big stars. These people respect a feng shui master more than they respect their own fathers. They would certainly pay close attention to the good son-in-law's food, clothing, housing, and travel, and would never let him suffer hardship. If this were ancient times, no matter how far away, they would carry the good son-in-law in an eight-person sedan chair!"

Ma Lan nodded thoughtfully, then turned to Ye Chen and said with a grin: "Still, my good son-in-law is impressive! Rich people have to beg to spend money on my good son-in-law!"

After saying that, her eyes darted around, and she quickly put on a smiling face: "Good son-in-law, Mom wants to discuss something with you, okay?"

Seeing Ma Lan's expression, Ye Chen immediately knew she had something to ask of him—no wonder she had taken the initiative to care for him today.

So he asked: "Mom, if you have something to say, just say it."

Ma Lan stammered: "Um…… Mom has been a bit short on cash lately. Since you're going away again this time, I'm worried that if I run out of money, I'll have to bother you and Churan. So Mom's meaning is: could you leave me some extra money before you leave?"

Xiao Changkun gave Ma Lan a look of disdain and said scornfully: "Ma Lan, I knew you were like a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken—no good intentions. You're just trying to get money from Ye Chen, aren't you?"

Ma Lan, as if her tail had been stepped on, snapped back: "Xiao Changkun! I'm asking my good son-in-law for a little money—what business is that of yours? You're just showing off, flapping your broken mouth nonstop!"

Xiao Changkun flared up in anger: "You have hands and feet—if you're out of money, why don't you earn it yourself? Look at me—I'm now in the Calligraphy and Painting Association, and my monthly salary plus subsidies still comes to one or two ten thousand!"

Ma Lan cursed: "Pah! Don't even mention your so-called Calligraphy and Painting Association—if it weren't for the good son-in-law giving you face, you'd have been kicked out long ago!"

"You're full of it!" Xiao Changkun's face turned red, and he opened his mouth to defend his dignity.

Seeing the two of them muddled and about to start arguing again, Ye Chen quickly interrupted: "Dad, Mom, you two just stop stirring up trouble. Once I leave, there'll only be the two of you at home. If you keep arguing all day, I won't be able to relax even while I'm away."

Ma Lan snorted: "If he doesn't look for trouble, I won't bother with him!"

Ye Chen nodded, knowing Ma Lan's temperament—when she has money, she causes trouble; when she has no money, she still causes trouble. But at least when she has money, she won't cause trouble for him. So he thought of it as spending a little money to buy peace.

Thus, he readily said: "Mom, money is no problem. Like this: in a moment, I'll transfer one million to your card. You can spend it however you like during this time."

Upon hearing this, Ma Lan's eyes widened instantly, her lips trembled, and her voice stuttered as she asked: "Good son-in-law! You said…… you said that's really true?! You really want to give Mom one million?!"

"Of course it's true." Ye Chen nodded, but his tone turned serious as he said: "However, I have one condition: during the few days I'm away, you must not argue with Dad!"

Ma Lan hesitated not at all, patting her chest as she said: "Good son-in-law, rest assured—I absolutely won't argue with him! You give Mom one million, and Mom will be out except for sleeping; I won't give him a chance to argue even if he wants to!"

Upon hearing that Ye Chen actually wanted to give Ma Lan one million, Xiao Changkun felt both envy and jealousy in his heart.

Although he does have an income from the Calligraphy and Painting Association, that amount is nowhere near enough for him to spend.

In fact, he is the standing vice president of the association, often expected to entertain guests socially, and driving his Land Rover back and forth all day adds significant fuel costs—several thousand yuan a month—so he's always tight on money.

Yet Xiao Changkun feels ashamed to admit that his position as vice president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association is thanks to Ye Chen's influence, that he can drive a Land Rover is all thanks to Ye Chen, and that he can live in the Tang Chen Yi Pin villa is entirely due to Ye Chen's ability.

So he also feels embarrassed to ask Ye Chen for money again.

But now, seeing Ma Lan open her mouth and immediately demand one million, Xiao Changkun can't help but feel resentful.

Thus, he began to wonder in his heart: should he also go to Ye Chen and plead poverty, to see if Ye Chen would respond in some way?

But thinking of how he had just insulted Ma Lan and then immediately turned to ask Ye Chen for money, he felt he would lose face if he did.

At this moment, Ye Chen didn't delay—he directly used his mobile banking to transfer one million to Ma Lan.

Although he had many grievances against Ma Lan before, his current attitude toward her is: as long as she doesn't cause trouble, he will be polite to her, and giving her a few hundred thousand yuan doesn't even faze him.

Soon, Ma Lan's phone received a bank notification: one million had arrived. She instantly jumped up with joy, her face full of flattery as she said to Ye Chen: "Oh dear, good son-in-law, Mom has received the money—thank you so much, my good son-in-law!"

Ye Chen smiled faintly and reminded her: "Mom, you must absolutely not forget what you promised me—don't argue with Dad again."

Ma Lan immediately raised her right hand and swore: "Good son-in-law, rest assured—during the time you're away, if I argue with him again, then I, Ma Lan, am his biological mother!"

Ye Chen nodded and said: "Alright, Mom, you go ahead with your things—I'll go pack my luggage simply."

Ma Lan hurriedly said: "Oh dear, good son-in-law, you don't need to tell Mom what you're packing—I'll help you pack. Just sit in the living room!"

Ye Chen smiled: "No need, Mom. Liking to talk won't get things done—better to use your legs. Besides, you wouldn't know where many things are anyway—I'll just go myself."

Having said that, Ye Chen prepared to turn and go upstairs.

Xiao Changkun, who had been holding back his frustration nearby, saw Ye Chen about to leave and could no longer contain himself, blurting out instinctively: "Oh dear, good son-in-law, don't rush……"

Ye Chen turned back and asked him: "Dad, do you still have something to say?"

Xiao Changkun glanced sideways at Ma Lan with his peripheral vision, then looked at Ye Chen, as if he had just eaten a ginseng fruit but couldn't taste it, yet still eyed the peach in Sun Wukong's hand like Zhu Bajie.

Ye Chen immediately saw through Xiao Changkun's odd behavior, and recalling that he had just transferred one million to Ma Lan, he knew exactly what Xiao Changkun was plotting.

Ma Lan wasn't stupid either—seeing Xiao Changkun's shifty, mouse-eyed glance at her, she guessed his intention and quickly said: "I'm telling you, Xiao Changkun—you'd better not entertain the idea of asking my good son-in-law for money! Aren't you capable of earning your own? A proper, able-bodied vice president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association—asking your son-in-law for money—what kind of thing is that?"