070. Taking He Ling To Beach Villa

Su Yan still had 1.6 billion left in his investment bank account.

That's a pretty huge number.

He knew...

For Su Rongfei, this was an astronomical sum.

So he stayed conservative.

Afraid of shocking Su Rongfei, he only mentioned one billion.

Even then, Su Yan felt like he might have said too much.

Su Rongfei stared at Su Yan in disbelief. It took her a long while to process what she had just heard.

Her own son-in-law...

'At 18, he had earned a billion from stock trading!'

What kind of genius was he? No wonder he could afford such an expensive Rolls-Royce.

"Are you alright, Mom?" Su Yan asked softly, noticing Su Rongfei's speechlessness.

"Yes, I'm fine," she managed to say. "My son is so incredible. You go and rest. Mom will cook something for you."

After Su Yan left, she stared at his back, still unable to grasp the reality of it.

How could Su Yan possess such terrifying talent?

Does such a genius really exist in this world?

---

During dinner, Su Yan couldn't stop praising her cooking. "Mom, your food is amazing. No wonder Uncle's so lucky to eat this all the time."

Su Yan had once seen a picture of his father-in-law on Zhao Qingyu's phone, and his envy was real. Finding a wife as beautiful and talented as Su Rongfei must've been a blessing beyond measure.

However, Qingyu herself had grown into a stunning woman. The aura she carried was certainly no less than that of his mother-in-law.

In this life, he vowed to protect Zhao Qingyu, his treasure.

"Don't praise him too much," Su Rongfei sighed, her voice carrying a tinge of resentment. "He only comes home occasionally for Chinese New Year. The rest of the time, he's never around. There's no point in expecting anything from him."

Since giving birth to Zhao Qingyu, everything had changed. For so many years, her husband hadn't touched her. Whether it was something wrong with her body or something else, she couldn't say.

Su Yan noticed her sadness but remained calm. Perhaps he'd speak to her about it if the chance arose later.

That evening, the three of them put on their swimsuits and swam for a long time on the rooftop pool. Both mother and daughter stayed at Su Yan's villa overnight.

---

The next day, after Su Yan sent them off, Su Rongfei's mind was still on Su Yan's company. The thought of her son having a billion to start an investment company boggled her. What could he accomplish with that?

Later that evening, Su Yan lay at home, thinking about his next steps.

"I need to head to Yancheng," he muttered to himself. "The bidding for exclusive sponsorship of the Olympic Games is about to start. That's a big opportunity. Then there's the matter of the production line. I need to be ready."

Earlier that day, the boss of a beverage production line had called him. He'd have to leave tomorrow to finalize things.

---

That night, as Su Yan lay on the rooftop, gazing at the stars in the 2008 sky, he felt relaxed.

But something kept nagging at him. His mother's words about Zhao Shanhe felt... off.

Su Yan pulled up the chat records with Zhao Qingyu. After going through some family photos, he finally discovered the secret.

Zhao Shanhe had been cheating on his wife for 19 years and hadn't touched Su Rongfei once during that time.

No wonder she was so bitter.

But the reason... Zhao Shanhe had a mental illness. He needed violence to feel "normal."

The revelation stunned Su Yan, and it took him a long time to calm down.

It seemed like the world was filled with hidden dramas. Life truly was something.

But Su Yan pushed that thought aside. It was time to focus on more important matters.

---

Su Yan thought of Ye Manman.

Their night together on Hong Kong Island was something unforgettable. But now, she was in Shencheng.

His thoughts shifted to Zhang Zhenyu's mother. He hadn't seen her in a long time.

Without hesitation, Su Yan dialed He Ling's number.

"Hello, Aunt He."

Hearing Su Yan's voice, He Ling's tone was tinged with a hint of grievance. "So, you still remember your aunt."

Ever since she learned just how capable Su Yan was, she had come to understand what it meant to be with a true man. However, he hadn't contacted her in a while, and she, as a woman, felt too shy to reach out first.

"Of course, I remember you," Su Yan chuckled. "You're Zhenyu's mother. How could I forget?"

Su Yan loved to say things like this. It always got his blood pumping.

His old grudge with Zhang Zhenyu would never fade, and Zhenyu's mother would pay for what her son had done.

"You cheeky boy," He Ling teased.

"Aunt He, are you going to work tomorrow?"

He Ling hesitated but then said with some anticipation, "No, Auntie isn't working tomorrow."

"Perfect," Su Yan replied. "I have some business to handle tomorrow. Why don't you come with me?"

"Alright," He Ling agreed.

"Then why don't you stay with me tonight? I'll pick you up," Su Yan suggested.

He Ling's heart raced at the thought. The memory of Su Yan's luxurious Biguiyuan house still lingered in her mind. She had always longed for such a mansion, something she had only ever dreamed of.

However, Su Yan had upgraded from Biguiyuan, and He Ling couldn't help but feel a bit curious.

When she hung up the phone, it was already past ten in the evening. She quickly put on makeup, her heart fluttering with excitement.

In the second bedroom, Zhang Zhenyu overheard the sound of his mother's high heels. Although faint, the poor soundproofing of the house made it clear to him.

Why was she wearing high heels this late? Was she going to see Su Yan?

His heart twisted with jealousy.

Downstairs, Su Yan's Rolls-Royce was waiting.

When He Ling got into the car, she was stunned. "Su Yan, is this your new car?"

"Yeah, Aunt He. Buckle up, we're off," Su Yan said with a grin.

He Ling couldn't believe it. Su Yan had bought another luxury car? How much wealth did this boy have?

She felt both amazed and attracted, her emotions swirling. As they drove closer to the sea, she finally realized—Su Yan's new home was by the beach.

When they arrived at the villa, she was shocked. This was on another level. "Xiaoyan... how much did this place cost?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"About 50 million," Su Yan answered casually, pulling her close as they entered.

In a haze of disbelief, He Ling found herself lost in Su Yan's embrace, all thoughts of the cost fading away.

---

Later, as they lay in the master bedroom, Su Yan noticed something seemed to be weighing on He Ling's mind.

"Aunt He, is something bothering you?" Su Yan asked gently.

She hesitated but eventually confessed. "It's the house... I've been wanting to buy one, but I'm short about 200,000 yuan for the down payment. I've been stressing about it."

Su Yan smiled. "Let me help."

Before He Ling could protest, Su Yan had already transferred more than a million yuan to her account.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the text message notification. No one else in her life had been willing to help her like this.

"Thank you, Su Yan. I'll repay you one day," she whispered.

Su Yan, however, had a playful condition in mind. "But Aunt He, tonight... how about you wear those black stockings for me?"

He Ling, blushing, could only nod.