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    Chapter 270: The Old-School Tyrant CEO 14

    Su Mingyue was confused. “Dad, why would you say that?”

    The old father roasted her mercilessly. “Just look at that smile on your face. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You can’t even hide it. Truly, a daughter’s heart belongs to her husband once she grows up.”

    His silly daughter… from the moment she walked through the door, she was radiating a pink, romantic aura so thick it was practically hitting him in the face.

    The old father really couldn’t stomach this much public display of affection.

    Faced with Father Su’s teasing grin, Su Mingyue covered her face in embarrassment and ran toward her room.

    Hehehe~

    What a happy day.

    The next day, Su Mingyue had learned her lesson.

    No matter how excited she was or how much she couldn’t sleep, she didn’t forget to set a dozen alarms in advance.

    In the early morning, before the sun had even risen.

    The hardworking Mingyue sat up, forcing her system to boot up.

    The moment she finished her makeup and headed downstairs, Shen Xiuyan happened to walk in through the front door.

    When they saw each other, they shared a knowing smile.

    The pink bubbles between them were so intense that Father Su and Mother Su claimed it was an eyesore.

    With this, they still dared to say there was nothing going on between them?

    Even a ghost wouldn’t believe it!

    “Uncle, Auntie, we’ll be heading out now,” Shen Xiuyan greeted them.

    “Go on, go on,” Father Su waved them off dismissively. He hadn’t even eaten breakfast yet and was already being forced to swallow a mouthful of “dog food.”

    Should he eat his actual breakfast now? Or not?

    Father Su thought mischievously that he couldn’t be the only one who couldn’t eat.

    He immediately dialed a number.

    Soon, the person on the other end picked up, a sleepy voice drifting through the receiver.

    “Mmm… hello? Su Dazhuang! What on earth do you want? Calling me this early in the morning, don’t you know you’re disturbing my dreams?”

    Father Su chuckled. “Old Shen, stop sleeping. Your son and my daughter have something going on, did you know?”

    “What!!!” An excited female voice rang out nearby, followed by Father Shen’s trembling voice. “No, honey, keep it down… you gave me a fright.”

    Startled awake by his wife’s shout, Father Shen struggled to sit up in bed. “Really?”

    “Oh, so you didn’t know?” Father Su looked smug. “That won’t do, Old Shen. How can you care so little about your son? Unlike me, I know everything.”

    “That’s enough. Are you going to tell me or not? If not, I’m hanging up.” Father Shen couldn’t stand Father Su’s “villain achieving his ambitions1” attitude.

    “Don’t, don’t, I’ll tell you. Your son has been very attentive at my house these past two days. He picks Mingyue up early every morning and doesn’t bring her back until night. They’re much more clingy than before. That atmosphere… I can hardly bear to look.”

    Hearing this, Father Shen also showed a gratified smile. “Good, good. That silly boy of mine has finally seen the light2.”

    Mother Shen added excitedly from the side, “Am I about to have a daughter-in-law soon?!”

    Father Su laughed. “Hard to say. Before long, we might become in-laws.”

    “Good, good, good.”

    Both sets of parents were extremely satisfied with the situation—so satisfied they wished the two would get married on the spot.

    In the end, it went exactly as Father Su had hoped. After hearing this exciting news, Father Shen and Mother Shen were completely unable to go back to sleep, waiting anxiously for their son to return so they could ask for details.

    But they waited until nightfall, and their silly son still hadn’t returned.

    The reason was simple: Shen Xiuyan had an unavoidable banquet today, so President Shen had taken Little Su along with him.

    Inside the luxurious villa, the lights were brilliant, the halls were brightly lit, and glasses clinked in a sophisticated atmosphere.

    Shen Xiuyan stood at the bar away from the crowd, leisurely sipping champagne.

    Within a five-meter radius, there were people who wanted to come over and chat, but they were deterred by President Shen’s aura and didn’t dare take a step forward.

    The man carried an air of aloofness. He wore a black shirt, with suit trousers wrapping around his straight, long legs.

    He appeared excessively cold and proud, and given his status here…

    Everyone was incredibly respectful toward him, not daring to rush forward and disturb him, creating a vacuum zone around him.

    Perhaps some people were born to stand at the top. Even though Shen Xiuyan was standing in an inconspicuous corner, he looked remarkably prominent.

    In a corner not far away, someone whispered to the person beside them, “Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but what’s the deal over there?”

    The person being questioned looked at him with an expression of disbelief. “Which company are you from? You don’t even know this?”

    The man rubbed his head in confusion. “What should I know?”

    “Look, brother, if you want to survive in this city, it doesn’t matter who else you don’t recognize, but you absolutely cannot fail to recognize this ancestor. If you accidentally offend him, losing your family fortune would be the light version. If you get erased entirely, you won’t even have a place to complain…”

    “Hiss… who is he? Is he really as tyrannical as you say?”

    “I’m just using a metaphor,” the person being questioned said with a face full of pride. “That is Shen Xiuyan! The great President Shen!”

    His smug expression made it seem as if he were Shen Xiuyan himself.

    “What! He’s President Shen? He looks so young.”

    “What did you expect?”

    “I thought President Shen would be at least forty or fifty…”

    “Hahaha, are you joking? Our President Shen is only twenty-eight this year.”

    “Well, you can’t blame me. With my status, how could I know President Shen? Besides, the paparazzi have never reported on President Shen’s age, so I got the wrong idea.”

    the other man couldn’t help but scoff. “Report? On President Shen? Are the paparazzi crazy? Or do they just not want to live? You’re funny. Without President Shen’s consent, would they dare write whatever they want?”

    the man gave a forced laugh. “Haha, they definitely wouldn’t dare. If they wrote nonsense, their company might be gone by the next day.”

    “Exactly. Brother, I see you’re a sensible person, so let me give you a tip. At an event like this, small fries like us should just stay over here quietly. Don’t you see those big shots over there who want to go talk to him but are hesitating?”

    “Sigh, thanks for the warning. I definitely won’t go up there and look for trouble.”

    He wasn’t crazy. Given his status compared to President Shen’s, go up and chat? No way.

    It was beyond her wildest dreams.

    Their entire conversation was overheard by a woman standing right behind them.

    That woman was Zhao Yixin.

    She had only managed to attend this banquet by accompanying the owner of the brand hosting the event.

    As she listened to the two of them talk, her heart raced with excitement.

    She was determined to have Shen Xiuyan. Once she won him over, the life of her dreams would be within her grasp.

    His identity and status were far more profound than she had ever imagined.

    The brand owner standing before her, a man she couldn’t afford to offend, couldn’t even get close enough to touch the hem of Shen Xiuyan’s clothes.

    Zhao Yixin knew then that she had chosen the right target.


    Translator’s Notes


    1. villain achieving his ambitions: A translation of the idiom 小人得志 (xiǎorén dézhì), which describes a person of low character or status who becomes arrogant and overbearing after achieving a bit of success or luck.
    2. seen the light: Translates 开窍 (kāiqiào), literally ‘opening the apertures.’ In this context, it refers to a person who was previously socially or romantically dense finally ‘getting it’ or becoming enlightened about matters of the heart.

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