Chapter 51: Don't You Recognize Your Master?

"You really are something, aren't you? When your dad first picked you up, you were nearly starved to death. He raised you with his own blood and sweat, and you? You don't know how to repay his kindness; you squandered the family business he spent decades saving up and cut ties with him."

"An ungrateful wretch—that's exactly what you are. Heh, your dad was blind to have raised someone like you."

"What are you doing here?" Chen Yu frowned. Although Zhang Lan's words were harsh, they were the truth.

"I'm here to apply for a nanny position. My son has graduated from university and already found a good job as an office white-collar worker. Look at what you've been reduced to, Chen Yu, working as a security guard here. You really have a bright future."

The more Zhang Lan spoke, the more smug she became: "You're young, with hands and feet, so why not do something else? Why come here to be a watchdog?"

"But with your level, you can only do the most menial work in society. What else could you do? After all, not everyone is as smart and capable as my son."

"What are you saying?" Ye Xinyu was angry: "My husband isn't like that."

"Oh, Chen Yu, is this your wife?" Zhang Lan paused. She looked Ye Xinyu over with some jealousy; after all, such a beautiful woman was a rare sight.

"That's right, this is my wife. Auntie Zhang, my dad... how is he doing now?" Chen Yu asked with hesitation.

He and his father had not been in contact for many years. Although he was an adoptive father, he had the grace of raising him, and in his eyes, there was no difference between an adoptive father and a biological one.

"Heh, you squandered his family property, and the greenhouses your family contracted at the Zhongyao Jidi were all used to pay off your debts. How do you think he's doing?" Zhang Lan sneered, then asked uncertainly: "Is this really your wife?"

"That's right, this is my wife. Xinyu, this is Auntie Zhang from back home," Chen Yu said.

"Hmph, Chen Yu, it's not that I want to lecture you, but you should have some self-awareness about your own capabilities. Finding a pretty wife is fine, but you have to be able to afford to support her." Thinking of how her own son didn't have a girlfriend yet, Zhang Lan couldn't help but feel sour.

"You don't need to worry about that. She didn't leave me when I was destitute, and she won't in the future," Chen Yu said calmly.

"I really don't know what women these days are thinking. My son has such good conditions and no girl likes him, yet a poor wretch like you has someone chasing after him," Zhang Lan said sourly.

"Auntie, if your son is so capable, why do you still have to work as a nanny to serve others?" Ye Xinyu hit the nail on the head.

"You—what do you know? This residential area is for the wealthy. The people I serve are all powerful and influential; ordinary people couldn't get in even if they wanted to!" Zhang Lan was angry: "As for you, Chen Yu, look at your wife's belly—she's pregnant, right? You should pay attention to whether it's actually yours."

"What did you say?" Chen Yu was furious. This woman could mock him, but she could not insult Ye Xinyu.

"What? Am I wrong? Hmph, the prettier a woman is, the more promiscuous she is. Who knows how many men your wife has slept with?" Zhang Lan sneered.

Chen Yu said nothing; he raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

Zhang Lan let out a shriek, her hair disheveled, and five finger marks appeared on half of her face.

"You bastard, you dare hit me? Do you know what kind of place this is? I'll have my boss fire you immediately!" Zhang Lan screamed.

"Who is your boss?" Chen Yu sneered: "Nothing is even set in stone yet, and you think you can stay here? In other words, even if you do stay, you're just a servant who waits on others. Where does your sense of superiority come from?"

"You little brat, you dare hit me? I'll fight you to the death..." Zhang Lan shrieked, bringing out the shrewishness she usually displayed at home, and reached out to claw at Chen Yu's face.

"Stop, what are you doing?" A patrol team of security guards rushed forward to intervene.

"This is your security guard, right? I'm here to be a nanny for your residents. This bastard dared to hit me; fire him quickly!" Zhang Lan pointed at Chen Yu and screamed.

"Mr. Chen, my apologies. What is going on here?" the security captain asked politely.

"She insulted my wife. Hitting her was letting her off easy," Chen Yu said coldly.

"So what if I insulted her? I'm telling you, the residents I serve are all powerful and influential. If you don't fire him, I'll have my boss get your property management company fired!" Zhang Lan screamed.

"Shut your mouth. Who is your boss? Where is your letter of introduction?" The security captain was scared out of his wits. They knew Chen Yu's status; this woman dared to curse at Mrs. Chen—was she looking to die?

"This is my letter of introduction." Zhang Lan pulled out the letter with hatred, saying with some smugness: "My boss is one of the few owners of a detached villa here. You should know him; he is a wealthy man."

"Mr. Chen... this... isn't this your home?" The security captain glanced at the address on the letter of introduction and was left dumbfounded.

"What? His home? Isn't he your security guard?" Zhang Lan was startled.

"What security guard? Mr. Chen is a resident here, the very one you are going to apply to work for. You can't even figure out who your own employer is, and you dare to come here and cause a scene?"

"How is this possible? How could he afford to live in a house here?" Zhang Lan was shocked. She knew Chen Yu's background better than anyone. Chen Yu had squandered his father's family fortune and cut ties. She had even heard that for the past few years he had been eating, drinking, and playing around without a proper job. How did he suddenly transform into a resident of a wealthy neighborhood?

"Zhang Lan, considering you are an old neighbor, I won't lower myself to your level today. Get out of here immediately," Chen Yu said coldly.

"This, this..." Zhang Lan was at a loss.

"Are you not leaving yet?" the security captain barked.

Zhang Lan had no choice but to leave. She could not figure out how Chen Yu had suddenly transformed into a wealthy man; this was something she could not wrap her head around.

"Wait." Chen Yu called out to her.

"Chen Yu, what, what else do you want?" Zhang Lan asked, stuttering.

"My dad... how is he actually doing now?" Chen Yu stared at her and asked.

"He, he's quite good, quite good." Zhang Lan gave a perfunctory reply and hurried away.

Chen Yu remained silent, feeling a bit distressed. It hadn't been easy for his father to raise him alone, and he wanted to go back and see him.

"Husband, let's go back and see Dad," Ye Xinyu guessed Chen Yu's thoughts: "I know you've always wanted to see him. Between father and son, there are no grudges that cannot be resolved."

"Let's talk about it in a while. We'll go back on his birthday," Chen Yu smiled.

"Mr. Chen, Ms. Ye, there is a person at the entrance named Wang Xueqin who claims to be Ms. Ye's mother. I would like to confirm this." Just then, the butler walked over.

"My mom? How did she come here?" Ye Xinyu was startled. She had never told her family where she lived now. How did Wang Xueqin find out?

A moment later, Wang Xueqin's exaggerated voice came over: "I said my daughter lived here, but you didn't believe me. Xinyu, when did you move to such a luxurious place? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Mom, why are you here? Who told you?" Ye Xinyu asked in alarm.

"Never mind who told me. You live in such a nice place and didn't bring Mom here to enjoy the good life? Is that how you act as a daughter? Come on, take me inside to see where you live," Wang Xueqin grabbed Ye Xinyu.

She had previously looked down on her daughter in every way, but now that she saw her daughter living in a wealthy neighborhood, her attitude had clearly become affectionate.

"My god, the living room is so big! The crystal chandelier in the living room must not be cheap. This sofa is also imported. Look at this floor; it's almost like a mirror."

A moment later, in Chen Yu's villa, Wang Xueqin was like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, praising her daughter's residence endlessly.

"Xinyu, how did you end up living here? Chen Yu couldn't afford a house here with that one million he earned; it's not even enough to pay off his debts," Wang Xueqin had seen enough and finally remembered to ask.

"This is a friend's house. I'm borrowing it for a while," Chen Yu said calmly.

"I knew it. Some people can never change their nature." Upon hearing Chen Yu say this, Wang Xueqin's face changed instantly: "Hmph, I don't know where you get the nerve."

"Mom, why did you actually come here?" Ye Xinyu asked.

"Xinyu, do you want to go back to your maiden home? Do you still want to make up with the Ye Family?" Wang Xueqin changed her expression and asked seriously.

"Mom, I..."

"If you want to, then divorce this brat, right now," Wang Xueqin barked.