The villa is large, and the decoration is luxurious; all kinds of furniture are complete inside.

The whole family was busy for half a day.

Finally settled down.

…

In the following days, the place quickly became lively, as people migrated from Hedong.

On the third day, Bai Xiaoling also came to report.

In July, the scorching sun was blazing, and the heat was already like a furnace.

Early in the morning, the temperature was already close to forty degrees.

Bai Xiaoling was dressed coolly, in a light green short skirt, standing straight, making her chest and hip curves more prominent, along with her pair of snow-white rounded thighs, full of feminine charm.

Chen Shouyi had seen many lately, whether fat, thin, big, small, white, black, lace… actually, there’s nothing much to see; he withdrew his gaze and said:

“I want the materials on the Spatial Passage nearby!”

Training is more effective in the otherworld.

Otherworldly gods have five tiers: Demigod, Weak Divine Power, Lesser Divine Power, Intermediate Divine Power, and Powerful Divine Power.

Intermediate gods are considered higher level gods above the pyramid, scarce in number; encountering Intermediate Divine Power last time was a small probability event.

“Okay, I’ll handle it right away,” Bai Xiaoling said.

“Wait!” Chen Shouyi called her back again: “I agreed to the European Union’s visit invitation, you can reach the embassy, right? Let them arrange the time.”

Recently, the growth of Faith Value has been somewhat declining; he felt he should visit the European Union.

“I can contact through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs,” Bai Xiaoling quickly replied; even if she could reach the embassy, she couldn’t contact them directly; she still has some political sensitivity.

“Alright!” Chen Shouyi said.

Bai Xiaoling quickly left.

Chen Shouyi returned to the living room, the family cold and cheerless, empty, early in the morning parents went out, not knowing what they were doing.

Chen Xingyue also took several recommendation letters to report to the Zhonghai Martial Arts Academy; the Jiangnan Province Martial Arts Academy did not move to Zhonghai but moved to Ningzhou.

…

Father Chen looked at the address and said: “It’s here, right?”

“It’s here!” Mrs. Chen looked at the old-style community in front, with a hint of reminiscence and melancholy on her face.

“There doesn’t seem to be many people here,” Chen Dawei said, touching his round belly.

Speaking of being estranged from your brothers-in-law, poverty made it so.

Zhonghai is not like a small city such as Dongning; prices are high, and housing is tight.

After marriage, the two brothers-in-law squeezed into a small fifty-sixty square meter house, frictions were inevitable.

In one argument, the mother-in-law was nearby mediating, resulting in a heart attack; no one noticed it in time, and by the time she was sent to the hospital, there was no saving her.

When the wife rushed over and knew the reason, she went mad with anger, had a big fight, and harbored a grudge; hence completely severed relations.

“Go have a look; if no one is home, we’ll leave,” Mrs. Chen said.

The two walked into the community.

An old lady looked at Mrs. Chen, hesitating: “Are you… are you Xiao Fen?”

“Aunt Wang, it’s me!” Mrs. Chen nodded quickly.

“Oh dear, after marrying in Ningzhou, I haven’t seen you for a long time; it’s been over ten years, right? Is this your husband?” The old lady said with a smile.

“Yes, eighteen years now.” Mrs. Chen forced a smile: “Are my two brothers still living here?”

“The older one moved away; the younger one still lives here; he should be at home now; he’s been working night shifts lately!”

…

The two walked to the fifth floor and knocked on the door.

After a few minutes, a somewhat sleepy voice came from inside: “Who’s there, stop knocking, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

The door opened soon after.

A middle-aged man appeared at the door; he looked at the two people outside, his face pausing for a moment, his eyes involuntarily reddening slightly, and his expression excited, his mouth trembling:

“Sis… brother-in-law, why are you here?”

“Came to see if you’re dead or not?” Mrs. Chen, with a trace of anger, said coldly; Chen Dawei beside her smiled and said nothing.

“Come on! Come in and sit; no need to take off your shoes.”

The two entered the living room, which was fairly well decorated.

“I’ll get you some tea!” Jiang Qihui entered the kitchen, hurriedly taking out cups, starting to make tea, babbling: “Sis, brother-in-law, sit down, don’t mind the mess; my wife Su Qin and I have day-night shifts and don’t have time to tidy up.”

“It’s quite good,” Father Chen said.

Jiang Qihui put the tea on the coffee table and found some oranges: “Sis, brother-in-law, eat up; I didn’t expect you to come over; did something happen?”

In the past two years, he often heard about disasters in some places, even Zhonghai was unstable; the sudden visit of the long unseen sister and brother-in-law couldn’t help but make him think more.

“Are you unhappy with poor relatives visiting?” Mrs. Chen snorted coldly, carrying the authority of an elder sister.

“Sis, what are you saying? Am I such a person?” Jiang Qihui quickly swore: “You can stay as long as you want; now that house prices are cheap, we can discuss with my second brother to take out some money to buy you a house!”

Mrs. Chen’s attitude eased somewhat: “Rest assured, we have a place to stay.”

She looked at the walls filled with certificates: “Is this your daughter?”

“Yes, seventeen years old, about to go to Zhonghai University; she’s currently participating in Martial Arts training organized by the Armed Forces; she’ll return in the evening,” Jiang Qihui said with a smile on his face upon mentioning his daughter.

“Zhonghai University? Her grades are that good!” Chen Dawei said.

“Let me show you the album.” Jiang Qihui took out an album from the TV cabinet: “This is my daughter.”

“Quite beautiful,” Mrs. Chen said with a hint of a smile.

“Sis, why isn’t my nephew here?”

Before Chen Xingyue was born, the ties were already severed, so he naturally hasn’t met him.

“He has something to do,” Mrs. Chen said.

“Almost graduated, right?” Jiang Qihui said.

“He didn’t attend university; he’s already working!” Chen Dawei said with a cheerful smile.

“Luckily, otherwise he could only enlist; now with wars raging everywhere, it’s too dangerous. Oh, I forgot what’s my nephew’s name?” Jiang Qihui said.

“Chen Shouyi,” Mrs. Chen said.

Jiang Qihui paused and smiled: “That’s a good name, just like that Godslayer General Manager Chen.”

Saying that, he stood up and took out a newspaper: “Take a look.”

Chen Dawei took the newspaper.

The headline was:

“General Manager Chen to settle in Zhonghai.”

“On July 5th, the famous Martial Arts Grandmaster, Godslaying Powerhouse, and Great Xia Country’s Martial Arts General Consultant, Chen Shouyi, arrived in Zhonghai and officially settled; Zhonghai City Deputy Officer Zhang Feng warmly welcomed him…”

Chen Dawei put down the newspaper, silent, picked up the teacup and silently took a sip; just after taking a sip, he suddenly spewed it out.

Only to hear Mrs. Chen proudly say: “That’s my son!”

Why keep it secret.

Isn’t she here to proudly reveal the truth?

The atmosphere instantly became quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

Jiang Qihui opened his mouth, and after a long time, finally said with difficulty: “Chen Shouyi… no, that General Manager Chen is your son!”

“Uh, should be!” Chen Dawei wiped his mouth, somewhat awkwardly said.

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