"How dare you talk back? I'm asking you, who gave you the guts to invest so much money at once? What if it had gone wrong?"
Chu Xiuying reprimanded her son coldly.
"But it didn't go wrong!"
Yang Conglong muttered, "And we even made a full double, that's sixty million!"
As he spoke, Yang Conglong's confidence grew, his hands moving restlessly with excitement.
"Dad, Mom, do you know how long it would take to earn sixty million in reality?"
"It's not to inflate others' egos and dampen my own spirit, but using our family as an example, though our Yang family might not be the richest in Longcheng, we are definitely within the top five!"
"I've roughly estimated that in the next twenty to thirty years, including stocks, funds, real estate, savings, and all sorts of miscellaneous things, your assets would at most reach a hundred million!"
"This is the result of your hard work for most of your lives!"
"And I earned sixty million in just two months, which is half of your accumulated wealth over these years!"
"Sometimes, a person just needs to be bold, to grit their teeth and take a gamble, to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle."
Hearing her son slightly look down on the success they had painstakingly achieved over a lifetime, Chu Xiuying's eyebrows shot up in anger, her eyes wide: "Go to hell with your bicycle turning into a motorcycle! That's gambling!"
"This time you got lucky and made money, but have you ever considered what would happen if you lost that thirty million?"
"Also, the accumulation of assets is not measured solely by money. The success we've strived for over these years has yielded more than just money; it has also brought us a vast network of connections, which is more important than money!"
"That's right, these connections are more important than money!"
Yang Jingye chimed in from the side.
Yang Conglong looked at his parents, his brow furrowed slightly, "Dad, Mom, why do I feel like you're lecturing me today like you're rehearsing some kind of show!"
"Did you see that Qin Chuan is making too much money now and his fame is growing, surpassing you both? Are you worried that you won't be able to keep this future son-in-law in check, so you're testing me first?"
Chu Xiuying: "..."
Yang Jingye glanced at his wife's increasingly cold expression and quickly reprimanded, "You scoundrel, what nonsense are you spouting! In your eyes, is your mother such a shallow person?"
Yang Conglong also realized he had offended the elders of the family and quickly plastered on a sheepish grin, "Hehe, my mom is certainly not that kind of person!"
"She is gentle and kind, cute and beautiful, the best mom in the world!"
Chu Xiuying's expression brightened considerably.
"By the way, where's Xiao Mo? Is she still in her room upstairs?"
Yang Conglong wisely changed the subject.
Upon mentioning their beloved daughter, Yang Jingye and Chu Xiuying's attention was immediately diverted. The couple exchanged glances, seeing the worry in each other's eyes.
Their daughter had been home for over a month, shutting herself in her room every day, seeing no one, and had lost a lot of weight. No matter how many times Chu Xiuying entered her room, she would find her daughter silently weeping.
As parents, they watched with anxiety, which is why their attitude towards Qin Chuan had become increasingly stern, no longer showing him any pleasantries.
"Longlong, you have a good relationship with Qin Chuan, so how about this, find a time to invite him over."
Chu Xiuying said.
Yang Conglong was surprised, then overjoyed, "Mom, are you preparing to..."
Before he could finish, the three of them simultaneously looked towards the staircase.
There, a woman in thin clothing slowly descended. Her face was pale, her hair loose, looking as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.
However, even in this state, her innate beauty and perfect figure were undeniable.
"Darling!!"
"Daughter!"
"Xiao Mo!"
Three different exclamations rang out in the room simultaneously, as the entire family of three stared intently at Yang Zimuo as she came down the stairs.
"Dad, Mom, Brother, you're all here!"
Yang Zimuo greeted them, her voice hoarse. Suddenly, her gaze froze, fixated on a certain spot.
Yang Jingye, Chu Xiuying, and Yang Conglong followed Yang Zimuo's line of sight and their eyes fell upon the scattered, messy newspapers on the table.
Chu Xiuying was the quickest. She stood up swiftly, gathered all the newspapers, and immediately berated Yang Jingye, "How many times have I told you not to leave the newspapers lying around so carelessly? You never listen, look how messy the house is!"
"Hurry up and take them out and throw them away!"
Yang Jingye complied perfectly, taking the newspapers and throwing them into the outdoor trash can.
When he returned to the room, he saw his wife busy in the kitchen while their daughter and son sat together.
He quietly went to the kitchen and whispered, "What are you doing?"
"Our daughter suddenly wants to eat yogurt mixed with mango. I'm making it for her myself."
Chu Xiuying said, expertly peeling and dicing the mangoes. Soon, she emerged from the kitchen with a full plate.
"Darling, look, today's mangoes are exceptionally fresh, each one weighing two catties!"
"Auntie just bought them this morning."
Chu Xiuying placed the plate in front of her daughter.
"Thank you, Mom!"
Yang Zimuo thanked her and then began to eat elegantly with a fork.
While Yang Zimuo was eating her mango, Yang Conglong wanted to take a bite, but his mother slapped him, "If you want to eat, go to the kitchen and cut it yourself!"
"You're so biased! Every time I doubt if I'm really your biological child. Other families are male-chauvinistic, but how did it become the opposite in ours!"
Yang Conglong complained.
"You have the nerve to compare yourself to Xiao Mo? Look at you, always so idle and dissolute. In what aspect are you as outstanding as your sister..."
Yang Jingye directly put his son down, then looked at his beloved daughter with doting eyes. But soon his brow furrowed, as Yang Jingye saw his precious daughter, who was happily eating mangoes, suddenly display a pained expression.
"Daughter, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Yang Jingye asked with concern.
As soon as he spoke, Chu Xiuying and Yang Conglong also turned their attention to Yang Zimuo.
Indeed, they saw on Teacher Yang's pale, pretty face an expression of endurance, as if she were forcing herself to bear some kind of pain.
"Darling, what's wrong..."
Before she could finish, Yang Zimuo suddenly covered her mouth with one hand and rushed towards the bathroom.
"Ooooh~"
Everyone heard Yang Zimuo's forceful retching. The scene terrified them. Chu Xiuying quickly ran over, while Yang Jingye and Yang Conglong stood up from the sofa, looking anxious.
What was wrong with their daughter? Could she be sick?
"Darling, where is your body uncomfortable? We'll go to the hospital immediately!"
From inside the bathroom, Chu Xiuying said anxiously.
Yang Zimuo gagged into the toilet for a while before her condition slightly improved. She raised her head, her already pale, pretty face becoming even whiter, devoid of any color.
"Mom, I'm fine. It's just that I've been feeling nauseous for the past few days. I can't eat much, and I throw up as soon as I eat!"
Hearing this, Chu Xiuying's expression completely changed.
As someone who had gone through it, she was all too familiar with certain signs.
She immediately asked in a low voice, "Darling, tell me honestly, have you and Qin Chuan crossed that boundary?"
Yang Zimuo was stunned, and two faint blushes appeared on her pale, pretty face.
"Mom, why are you asking such a personal question!"
Looking at her daughter's expression, Chu Xiuying understood completely. "Let's go, we're going to the hospital right now!"
"Mom, I'm really fine. You know me, I hate the smell of disinfectant in hospitals the most!"
Yang Zimuo resisted, unwilling to go.
Chu Xiuying, however, was extremely serious, looking into her daughter's eyes, she said, "I suspect you're pregnant!"
"Pregnant?!"
Upon hearing her mother's words, Yang Zimuo was completely dumbfounded, her mind went blank.