ATBLM [QT] Chapter 120.1

Different from the quiet and low-key of the Shen family, the Xing family’s mansion is located in the well-known wealthy area of ​​Lincheng. It is known as a real gathering place for the upper class, and it is not just for those with money to move in.

Xing Yan sneered at this.

It is true that you may not be able to move in with money, but if you have a lot of money, it will be no problem.

He carried the small wooden box and walked slowly through the door. He saw two elderly people sitting in the living room. One was playing chess with his left and right hands, and the other was making tea next to him.

Seeing this scene, Xing Yan hissed as if he had a toothache.

Arty, trying to pretend to be a cultured person as if it was not the same parents who chased him down several streets with a mallet when he was a child.

Three generations back, the Xing family was still a farmer who dug food in the fields. When coming to Xing Yan’s father’s generation, there were too many children in the family, and he could not feed them enough, so he went out to seek a living when he was a teenager.

He had worked in all kinds of jobs until he was in his twenties. When he found some opportunities, he became a small team leader on the construction site, then a small contractor, and then a big contractor. Only then did he become prosperous.

The Xing family’s industries involved construction, minerals, and chemicals. Later, they handed it down to the hands of Xing Yan. Young people are more flexible than the older generation. They retained the family’s old business and expanded into more popular industries like entertainment, catering, and daily chemicals.

Others looked like he was not doing anything right, but his vision was accurate and his moves were never ambiguous. The family fortune just snowballed and grew bigger and bigger.

Those old-fashioned rich and wealthy people looked down upon them as nouveau riche, but they could not stand that they were rich, had thick waists, and spoke with gold in their mouths. The so-called gateway to upper-class society, whether they like it or not, had opened the door to the Xing family.

It is said that the economic foundation determines the superstructure. After material needs are met, people will naturally start to pursue spiritual identity and enjoyment.

After seeing a rich and meaningful cultural person, Xing’s father and Xing’s mother started to approach them with every move.

What dissatisfied Xing Yan the most was that they could approach them on their own but also forced him to approach them together. Xing’s father even went to an old man and asked someone to change his name.

The old man said that the word ‘Xing¹刑, xíng: punishment / penalty / sentence / torture / corporal punishment.’ was too murderous, so he had to give him a tolerant name with yin and yang complementing each other, so he abruptly changed him from ‘Xing Peng’ to ‘Xing Yan’.

Regarding this, Xing Peng– no, Xing Yan was very unhappy when he was a teenager. He was still innocent at that time, and he was unhappy just because his parents changed his name without his consent.

Thinking about it now, he was still a little unhappy because the word Peng is so good. Peng, also known as a big bird, immediately highlights his strengths. But, what about Yan? It sounds soft and unmanly at all.

“Mister is back.” Seeing him enter the door, the nanny immediately came to greet him and took the coat from his hand.

This was another point that Xing Yan wanted to complain about. After his father wanted to be elegant, he would not let the nanny call himself Old Xing and him Xiao Xing. They had to call him Old Man²Lǎo​ yé​zi, 老爷子: old father / polite appellation for an elderly male and Mr. Xing Yan.

When he was outside, people called him ‘Mr. Xing’, which was a polite way of speaking. When he returned home, he had to be called ‘Mr. Xing’. He was not born a day earlier than anyone in this family!

When Xing’s mother heard the noise, she raised her head and smiled peacefully, “Xiao Yan is back.”

Despite all the slander in his heart, Xing Yan still walked over honestly, “Mom, Dad, I’m back.”

Xing’s father focused on the chessboard in his hand, only nodding his head unpredictably.

“Come on, try the tea that Mom made today. It’s the first tea of ​​this year.” Xing’s mother poured the tea from the teapot into the Gongdao cup, and from the Gongdao cup into the tea-tasting cup. After pouring it twice, she brought it to Xing Yan. There was only a cup as small as a vinegar saucer.

He squeezed the tea-tasting cup, controlled his strength, so as not to accidentally crush it, raised his head, and poured the tea into his mouth.

Well, just enough to moisten your mouth, not too much.

Xing’s mother looked at him reservedly and expectantly.

Xing Yan knew that she was waiting for him to praise her. He frowned and said with great difficulty, “Good tea…”

Xing’s mother nodded, still looking at him.

So he had to say again: “The tea soup is clear and green.”

“Anything else?”

“It’s fragrant and sweet.”

“Continue.”

“Hmm…” Xing Yan really could not think of anything else.

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