Chapter 871 - 753: Ye Qing Is Stirring Up Trouble

"Oh, it’s the elder nephew, sorry, sorry, I didn’t see you," Chen Haichang lifted his foot and emerged from the chaos, addressing Han Yi.

"Are you okay?" He had just heated the rice porridge, fresh from the pot.

"I’m fine, I’m fine. I didn’t eat well tonight, so I got hungry and came to fix something to eat. I hurried over and didn’t see you," Chen Haichang said with a slight smile in his eyes, and Han Yi noticed his intentional raise of an eyebrow.

Han Yi felt a bit puzzled but didn’t dwell on it.

At this moment, Aunt Wu heard the commotion and quickly came out, "Oh dear, what happened here?"

"It’s nothing, I accidentally knocked it over, could you please clean it up, Aunt Wu?" Han Yi replied.

"Alright, alright."

Their conversation in the dining room caused Mr. Mei, who hadn’t yet reached the living room, to pause his steps. Seeing that it wasn’t another incident, he silently turned back to his room.

Mei Shuping had just laid down when he heard the noise and came out, coincidentally seeing Mr. Mei returning, quickly stepping forward to support him, and asked, "What was that noise just now?"

"It’s nothing, Xiao Yi accidentally dropped a bowl, it’s already being cleaned up," Mr. Mei replied, looking dispirited after being annoyed by Chen Haichang during dinner earlier today.

No one knows where Chen Haichang ran off to all day, but he returned just in time for dinner, only Mr. Mei and Ye Qing with her son were at the table.

Chen Haichang sat at the dining table without minding Ye Qing and her son, propping his legs up directly on the table.

This caused Mr. Mei to frown and slam his chopsticks on the table, "What kind of behavior is this? Who taught you manners like this?"

Unbothered, Chen Haichang raised an eyebrow and smiled, "My mom did."

"Hmph, a maid surely couldn’t teach anything good."

"Oh..." Chen Haichang pinched his little ponytail in pretend contemplation, "If a maid can’t teach well, then you as a country bumpkin really can’t teach anything. However, my mom is somewhat educated. I think she’s still a bit better than your two sons."

"Hmph, you think you can compare with them? Such delusion."

"You old man, that’s wrong. We’re all sons, I don’t think I’m worse than them. Not to mention that I’m younger, I’m even wealthier. Haven’t you heard? Money can make the devil turn mill stones. Just this makes me better than your two sons."

"Nonsense, if you’ve had enough trouble, get out." Mr. Mei doesn’t dare to speak too harshly; he’s afraid that if Chen Haichang becomes vicious, he could kill him unnoticed. If it were just him, it wouldn’t matter, but if he laid a hand on his two sons, then the Mei Family would be finished.

The incident with his spouse was done right in front of him that day. It was so quick that his spouse didn’t even notice, thinking she just tripped over something by accident.

But he saw it, Chen Haichang did it intentionally, with eyes full of provocation at that moment, it startled him.

All these years, no one knows what experiences Chen Haichang has been through outside, where he learned such skills. He even sent people to check into his background but found nothing.

They only knew he had a textile factory at a port in G City.

He concealed it very well, even in the military system, he couldn’t find anything, indicating how capable this person is.

So he dared not reveal the truth about his spouse’s injury.

He knew that if he said too much, it would bring another disaster upon the Mei Family.

Fortunately, Han Yi was recognized back into the family; these days he found Chen Haichang was fairly polite to Han Yi.

Maybe, through Han Yi, there would be some turning point between them in the future.

...

In the dining room, Chen Haichang glanced at the mother and daughter by the table and chuckled, "Sorry, but how about I treat you to instant noodles today, wives of my nephew? What do you think, Xingxing?"

"Okay, okay, third grandpa is so nice," Little Star saw something they liked and quickly raised their hand and bounced.

Meanwhile, Han Yi frowned slightly, "My wife doesn’t eat this unhealthy stuff."

"What’s unhealthy about it? They’re tasty and convenient, all made of noodles."

"This kind of thing causes indigestion."

Han Yi didn’t want to argue and turned to Lin Wan, saying, "Hold on, I’ll cook you new noodles."

Lin Wan didn’t want Han Yi to fuss anymore, pulling his sleeve and said, "Ai Yi, it’s fine to eat it occasionally; let’s just have Boss Chen’s instant noodles today."

Lin Wan wondered whether he was intentional or just being indirect. Since he was carrying a bag full of instant noodles, a total of ten packs, she wouldn’t believe he could eat ten packs at once.

"I think, maybe you should call me Uncle Third, wife of my nephew. Perhaps if I feel happy enough, I might lower your costs by two levels, sure why not."