The incident at the airport had opened Mr. and Mrs. Sun’s eyes to their son’s influence. With just one phone call, he had cleanly resolved the kind of helpless situation that ordinary people often face. If they had any doubts about their son’s words before, they were now utterly convinced he was doing very well in Shanghai City. This was especially true for them. As old cadres who had retired from the system, today’s display truly made them re-evaluate the son standing before them.
On the drive back, Old Comrade Sun fiddled with the car’s interior, touching this and that. He clicked his tongue and said, "Old gal, this luxury car really does feel different, huh?"
"What did you call ?" Madam Xie fud.
Old Comrade Sun’s ear imdiately paid the price, getting pinched hard.
"Ouch... Let go! It’s my fault, I misspoke just now," he pleaded.
You couldn’t really bla Old Comrade Sun; it’s all too normal for one’s tongue to slip when on cloud nine.
"Our son is still watching from up front. Don’t let him see us making a fool of ourselves," he whispered.
That sentence finally earned him a reprieve from Madam Xie. "Hmph! I’m only letting it go for our son’s sake. Otherwise, hmph!"
Old Comrade Sun gave a sheepish smile. He knew his spouse, now over fifty, hated being called old more than anything.
He didn’t quite understand it himself. We are old now, so what’s the big deal with saying it?
What he didn’t realize was that won spend their whole lives fighting against the concept of age. No woman, no matter how old, likes to be called old. As long as you complint her on looking young, her affection for you will skyrocket.
Watching his parents bicker playfully in the back seat, Sun Dasheng, sitting in the front passenger seat, was actually very happy. Their ability to tease each other like this showed their relationship was still very strong, and it also ant they were healthy enough to fool around.
Such a lovely couple, and yet, they unfortunately produced a ’scumbag’ son like . If they knew about all my female confidantes in Shanghai City, would they kill ? Would they choose justice over family?
He shuddered at the thought.
His parents must not et these won. At least, not now. Maybe in the future, once they understand ?
「Jinjiang Hotel.」
His parents stood at the doorway of the presidential suite, looking at him strangely.
Facing his parents’ gazes, Sun Dasheng steeled himself and asked, "What’s wrong? Are you not satisfied with this hotel? We can switch to another one."
"Is this a matter of switching hotels?" Madam Xie lashed out.
"Your parents co to see you, and instead of taking them ho, you arrange for them to stay in a hotel? Are you out of your mind?
"Or do you see your parents as re guests, not even allowed in your ho?"
Madam Xie’s fighting spirit was formidable. He had just been laughing at Old Comrade Sun in the car, but now it was his turn, and he couldn’t bring himself to smile.
Old Comrade Sun stood aside, enjoying the spectacle. After all, when he was the one getting an earful, his son hadn’t helped. Now the tables had turned, and he was happy to just watch. He watched the scene of the mother scolding her son with a smile, but the fire was soon directed at him.
"Laugh? You have the nerve to laugh? This is the ’good son’ you raised. He’s treating us like outsiders now, and you’re just standing there grinning."
This was a classic case of being caught in the crossfire.
At this, Old Comrade Sun, as the head of the family, had to take a stance. He spoke to his son earnestly, "Dasheng, don’t bla your mother for making a mountain out of a molehill. You were indeed thoughtless today.
"What kind of son with a house of his own puts his parents up in a hotel? Of course, your mother’s words were a bit harsh. You clearly showed your filial piety by booking such a luxurious hotel. Perhaps you just wanted us to have a better experience. But your approach was still inappropriate. Even if the house you bought here is small and not as comfortable as this luxury hotel, it’s still your ho. Would parents ever disdain their son’s ho?"
Old Comrade Sun’s speech was skillful, and Sun Dasheng quickly took the opportunity his father provided.
He admitted his mistake, "I was in the wrong today. I ant well but ended up doing a bad thing. I didn’t consider the situation from your perspective."
"Then let’s go ho," Sun Dasheng said, picking up his parents’ luggage.
"That’s more like it. We’re going ho," said Old Comrade Sun, looking triumphantly at Madam Xie.
"You two are cut from the sa cloth," Madam Xie grumbled. She knew the father and son were secretly working together, but she didn’t expose them and simply followed.
Da Yong and a worried-looking hotel manager were left behind. "Our President Sun will still pay for this presidential suite," Da Yong explained. "Just leave it empty for now. If you need to book it for soone else, let us know then."
"Ah! Of course! Take care!" The manager relaxed after the clarification.
Did I just misjudge a gentleman with my own petty mindset? Would a rich person really skip out on such a paltry sum? he thought, relieved.
「In the Villa District.」
Three won were bustling about, cleaning the house. Brother Sun had just called with urgent news: his parents were coming over, and they had an hour at most to prepare. So, the three won imdiately dropped what they were doing and rushed back to clean.
The main task was to erase all traces of them living there. This would require a monuntal effort. How could they possibly pack away entire closets full of clothes, shoes, hats, and jewelry in just one hour?
"Sister Yiren, we can’t complete this task! The ti is too short!"
"Yeah, Sister Yiren. Isn’t Brother Sun making things difficult for us on purpose?"
Jiang Ziyan and Lu Qingyun both complained.
But Xiang Yiren remained perfectly calm and self-assured.
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