His Right to Show Off

At noon, Zhang Zhaohai and his wife personally cooked a table full of dishes.

"It's been a long time since I've cooked myself. I wonder if my skills have deteriorated." Zhang Zhaohai, who is used to being a boss, rolled up his sleeves, put on an apron, and served his signature dishes.

In the kitchen, Song Wenqin was also busy bringing the freshly cooked soup to the table.

Looking at his parents, who seemed to be getting younger and more energetic, Zhang Yang couldn't help but smile.

Since we arranged for my parents to take the Lesser Returning Pill last time, the subtle effects have started to appear. The couple's energy and complexion have both increased dramatically, as if they have become seven or eight years younger overnight.

After a short break, he planned to increase the intensity for his parents again.

Increase the dosage.

Isn't this stuff a thousand times more effective than ginseng or deer antler?

A moment later, a sumptuous feast appeared on the table.

The family of three sat at the table, poured themselves some wine, ate some snacks, and reminisced about the past and present. For a moment, they were filled with emotion.

"I never imagined I could live such a life before?" Zhang Zhaohai looked at the various Moutai Wuliangye displayed in the wine cabinet next to him, and then at the villa environment around him, which had cost at least tens of millions in both furnishings and decorations.

"Back then, all I wished for was a happy family and blessed children and grandchildren."

"We've got a son, but there's still no sign of a grandson," Song Wenqin remarked inexplicably from the side.

Zhang Yang was eating when his expression suddenly changed.

Oh no, they're coming for me.

"Son, I won't rush you. Whether you have a child in five years or let us hold our grandchildren in ten years, you should have a plan." Song Wenqin put down her chopsticks and smiled at Zhang Yang. "Time waits for no one."

Zhang Zhaohai stood by, drinking silently and resolutely refusing to interrupt.

"Mom, you and Dad are still young. You'll be healthy even in ten or twenty years. Besides, if we have kids then, we can just hire a nanny to take care of them," Zhang Yang said casually.

"That won't do. We have to take care of our own grandson," Song Wenqin insisted.

Zhang Yang blinked, really wanting to say something.

Can you handle bringing them all?

Given his circumstances, having only one offspring is naturally impossible.

The wealthier people are, the more they believe in having many children for good fortune.

When the time comes, we'll naturally hire all sorts of nannies and maternity nurses to help out. As for the elders in the family, they'll just be responsible for holding and playing with the baby when they're happy.

"Alright then, how about ten years?" Zhang Yang said casually.

"You can be busy with your career, but you don't need to take care of the baby." Song Wenqin was clearly dissatisfied with Zhang Yang's answer.

Ten years?

Ten years later, my son is thirty-five.

"Okay, Mom, I'll do it as soon as possible," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "But this can't be rushed. These past few years, not to mention me, even you are in the prime of your careers. Take it slow, take it slow."

"Okay, son, you said it yourself." Song Wenqin nodded. "Your parents are busy with their careers these next two years and won't have time to urge you. When your careers are more or less established, don't blame your parents for being nagging."

Zhang Zhaohai winked at Zhang Yang from across the table, indicating that he was not included.

He's not in a hurry anyway.

"Okay, come on, Mom and Dad, let's have a drink." Zhang Yang smiled and raised his glass.

Parents' careers?

At this rate, they should at least open Haiqin Restaurant all over the Yinghai metropolitan area before they can even begin to talk about it.

Ten? Twenty?

Now he realizes the benefits of arranging careers for his parents early on. It wasn't to expand the family business, but clearly to keep the couple busy and distract them from their studies.

They are busy.

That way, I can finally have some peace and quiet!

Zhang Zhaohai and his wife also smiled and raised their glasses.

The family of three raised their glasses in their new home at Purple Garden No. 1, enjoying a joyful moment of family reunion.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yang went to his room in the villa alone.

The room was spacious and bright, beautifully decorated, and opened onto a small terrace outside the villa.

Sitting on the soft Hästens mattress, Zhang Yang rested his arms on his head and lay down comfortably, as if he were lying on a cloud.

"That feels so good."

Although this isn't a top-tier luxury mansion, it will be my true home in the future.

Here, he doesn't need any identity; he can simply be himself.

As he lay there, Zhang Yang's body and mind relaxed more and more than ever before, and he drifted off to sleep without realizing it, as if he had just had a long dream.

When I woke up again, the room was quiet, with only the sound of raindrops falling outside.

Zhang Yang gently stretched his body, feeling as if his entire being, inside and out, had been thoroughly cleansed, a sense of ease deep within his soul.

"It's raining."

He stepped onto the terrace, took a deep breath of the fresh air after the rain, and gazed at the sky, which resembled a traditional Chinese ink painting.

Let's check the time.

I actually slept for two or three hours?

Looking down from the terrace, I saw my father, Zhang Zhaohai, tending to the flowers and plants by the door, chatting with a neighbor who had come to visit.

Oh right, it seems to be the aunt who visited last time.

"Xiao Zhang, come to my house to play!"

The auntie quickly noticed him, smiled, and waved.

"I'll definitely when I have time," Zhang Yang said politely, waving his hand.

Back in the room, I went down the stairs. The living room was brightly lit, and my mother, Song Wenqin, was sitting there idly eating sunflower seeds while watching the giant screen TV with its crystal-clear display, enjoying a visual feast.

"Are you up?"

Hearing the noise, Song Wenqin turned around and smiled.

"Yes," Zhang Yang said, "If we sleep any longer, it'll be time for dinner."

With the Spring Festival approaching, he didn't plan to go out during this period. He decided to stay in Yinghai and spend the New Year with his parents.

As for the various businesses under his control, they are all operating in an orderly manner, with hotels, office buildings, commercial streets, restaurant chains, and investment companies all having corresponding professional managers in charge.

Meanwhile, in Beijing, a massive construction site costing tens of billions of yuan has only just begun a project that will last for several years.

Everything is growing vigorously, waiting for the day when it takes root, sprouts, and blossoms.

He really doesn't have much to worry about.

Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Yang casually picked up some fruit to eat and let out a soft "hmm."

I haven't paid much attention to it these past couple of days.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that Teacher Meng's spending had been steadily increasing over the past two days, suggesting that Teacher Meng must be wearing that watch very frequently.

With this kind of arrangement, it wouldn't be a problem to send Teacher Meng another sports car in a year or two.

"Mom, I won't be home for dinner tonight."

Thinking about it, Zhang Yang stood up and suddenly felt like going to see Teacher Meng.

After saying that, he went straight out the door.

"Huh? Zhang Yang, what's wrong with you..." Song Wenqin stood up, watched her son's departing figure, then shook her head and smiled.

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It was evening, outside the gate of Yinghai Middle School.

Sitting inside the Cullinan, Zhang Yang called the Four Seasons Hotel and asked them to arrange dinner.

Then, I left a message for Teacher Meng.

After an unknown amount of time, the school gates opened, and a steady stream of students walked straight out of the school.

Not far away, a figure with long, black hair was walking towards them.

It was Teacher Meng.

Zhang Yang got out of the car with a smile, leaned against the side, and waved from afar.

"Zhang Yang!" Teacher Meng cheered and ran over, throwing herself into Zhang Yang's arms.

Students, parents, and passersby all watched this scene unfold.

Cullinan, such a handsome guy, and a beautiful teacher who looks just like she's headed for love.

"Why did you suddenly decide to pick me up?" Teacher Meng looked up at Zhang Yang, her face showing a girlish expression. "Did you miss me?"

"A little," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Later, Teacher Meng sat in the passenger seat.

Zhang Yang drove straight to his major property in Yinghai, the Four Seasons Hotel.

Meng Baihan knew that the Four Seasons Hotel was owned by Zhang Yang. In fact, she had attended several banquets at the Four Seasons Hotel over the years.

However, this was the first time she had come here as Zhang Yang's female companion.

"Will there be any special treatment?" Teacher Meng suddenly asked curiously on the bus.

"What kind of special treatment do you want?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile as he drove. "Making guests feel at home is for honored guests, but this is our own property, no need for all that formality. Hmm... just treat it like you're at home."

That being said...

But a moment later, when Cullinan arrived at the hotel downstairs in a very low-key manner, Anderson still came after smelling the aroma.

"Mr. Zhang, everything is ready."

Meng Baihan glanced at the nameplate on the middle-aged man's chest: GM

Is this... the general manager?

"What's ready?" she asked Zhang Yang curiously.

"It's just dinner," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

A moment later, the elevator took us directly to the high-floor restaurant.

Throughout the journey, I was greeted with constant hellos.

Teacher Meng had never experienced anything like this before, and couldn't help but place her hand in Zhang Yang's palm, looking a little nervous throughout.

The best location, by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Under the cover of night, the Yinghai City is dotted with lights, a breathtaking sight.

Teacher Meng covered her mouth slightly, gazing at the scenery outside the French windows with a look of wonder in her eyes.

To be honest...

Dinner was nothing special, and the view was naturally incomparable to the skyline of a big city.

But... right now, this two-hundred-meter-tall building beneath my feet belongs to my boyfriend. How can I feel the same way?

This is a given premise.

Everything seemed to be given a different meaning.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"It looks good." Teacher Meng nodded without hesitation.

"I'll show you even better scenery when we go to Pudong another day," Zhang Yang said casually, but Teacher Meng Zhang Yang n't quite understand what he meant.

Even with her wildest imagination, she would never have imagined that Zhang Yang also had a small landmark in Lujiazui, Pudong.

The scenery and skyline there are undoubtedly more magnificent and grander.

A short while later, a variety of sumptuous dishes were served.

In reality, even the most exquisite delicacies are nothing special; it mainly depends on who you eat with and your mood during the meal.

At this moment, Teacher Meng was undoubtedly overjoyed.

She's currently taking out her phone, busy snapping photos and recording everything in front of her.

I'm thinking about posting this on WeChat Moments later. Maybe a lot of friends and colleagues will comment and ask, "Ms. Meng, did you and your boyfriend have dinner at the Four Seasons Hotel today?"

The photo may seem ordinary, but some might secretly wonder, "What's so special about it? Hasn't she ever eaten at a fancy restaurant?"

But they would never have imagined it.

These seemingly flashy but superficial photos are actually anything but superficial.

You think the ambiance is impressive? It's the dinner.

No, that's not true...

In fact, everything she showed off, from each dish to the restaurant ambiance and hotel building—everything you see before you—is owned by her boyfriend. Doesn't she think there's anything to brag about?

But Teacher Meng didn't say anything; she always keeps a low profile.

"Zhang Yang..." Teacher Meng suddenly grabbed Zhang Yang's wrist on the table and offered her own wrist at the same time.

The two wrists are placed together, both wearing Patek Philippe.

"Would this count as a couple's item?" Teacher Meng asked hopefully. "Can I post it on my WeChat Moments?"

Zhang Yang found it amusing.

What kind of couple's set is this?

Although both are Patek Philippe, their prices are worlds apart: one is over twenty million, while the other is less than two million. The difference is enormous.

But as long as Teacher Meng is happy.

"Sure," Zhang Yang readily agreed.

Immediately, Teacher Meng happily took out her phone and snapped a picture of the two wrists touching.

Then, I posted it on my WeChat Moments.

Zhang Yang opened his phone and looked at the WeChat Moments post that Teacher Meng had just shared.

"After much planning, my wish has finally come true."

Below is a picture. The restaurant and the environment are not the focus. The focus is on the photo of two wrists close together and two Patek Philippe watches shining brightly under the lights.

Of course, Zhang Yang still didn't appear on camera; only his wrist was shown.

Before long, Zhang Yang saw many likes on Meng Baihan's WeChat Moments, as well as many familiar faces, all of whom were classmates from his previous class.

Is this... the official announcement?

[I was staring at my watch the whole time. Two Patek Philippe? Is that even possible? Ms. Meng, who's your boyfriend?!]

Congratulations!

Immediately, many people recognized it as a Patek Philippe and commented and liked the post, but they are probably still trying to find out exactly how expensive it is.

They are all ordinary people; who would have in-depth knowledge of luxury watches? At most, they could only recognize what kind of watch it was.

Zhang Yang smiled and gave it a thumbs up.

However, just after he clicked the "like," he received a message from his high school classmate, Chen Zhuo.

"Holy crap... I'm going crazy! Did you just see it? Meng Baihan made an official announcement on her WeChat Moments! My god, her boyfriend is ridiculously rich! Guess how much the watch on his wrist costs?"

Chen Zhuo's words were filled with an overwhelming sense of shock and a strong urge to express himself.

The kind of thing I just have to say.

"How much?" Zhang Yang replied casually.

"I checked, that Patek Philippe was auctioned last year, and it's said to have sold for 26 million. Oh right, and that watch on Meng Baihan's wrist must have been bought by him too, it cost 1.9 million. My god... sigh, as expected, only a guy like him can handle Meng Baihan's ambition. I really don't know what he does for a living." Chen Zhuo sent a long message.

Zhang Yang glanced at it and chuckled to himself.

He didn't know whether he should tell Chen Zhuo the truth.

After thinking about it, he casually took a picture of his wrist and sent it over.