Chapter Sixty-Four Chen Yang’s Gift-Giving Like Never Before

Qin Guoshan nodded with satisfaction and said, “Your Grandpa Wang was good to you when you were little. This time, you should prepare a birthday gift for him as well.”

“Dad, don’t worry,” Qin Muxue replied earnestly. After all, even without her father’s reminder, she had already planned to give Grandpa Wang a birthday present.

After speaking, Qin Muxue thought for a moment, then suddenly looked at Qin Guoshan and said, “Dad, why don’t we bring Chen Yang along?”

Qin Guoshan looked at Chen Yang with a complex expression. “He’s going? Do you want to go?”

Chen Yang could tell from Qin Guoshan’s expression that he obviously didn’t want him to go, probably fearing he’d embarrass them. But the more that was the case, the more Chen Yang wanted to go—and not only go, but also bring honor to Muxue.

Thinking this, Chen Yang immediately smiled and said, “Dad, since the whole family is going, of course I should go too.”

“Alright, then you can come. Just talk less, pay attention, and greet anyone you know,” Qin Guoshan instructed.

Chen Yang chuckled, “Dad, just take care of your own matters. Who knows, maybe I’ll end up making a bigger impression at the banquet than you.”

“Is that so?” Qin Guoshan responded, unconvinced.

“Okay, okay, Dad, you all get ready. I’ll prepare as well,” Qin Muxue interjected anxiously, not wanting to see Chen Yang spar with her father.

Chen Yang chuckled again and said nothing further.

Soon Saturday arrived. The Wang family held a grand birthday banquet for the elder, Wang Shengnian, at the Linhai Grand Hotel.

The Wang family in Linhai was discreet, never flashy, but undeniably wealthy and powerful—a force not to be underestimated. Thus, Wang Shengnian’s birthday banquet attracted many prominent figures from Linhai City.

At eleven thirty in the morning, Chen Yang, Qin Guoshan, and Han Qin arrived at the hotel entrance together in Qin Muxue’s Mercedes G-Class.

Su Xiaoling didn’t come, as she didn’t know anyone from the Wang family or among Linhai’s elite; instead, she focused on her emotional counseling class.

Qin Guoshan and Han Qin, arriving in the Mercedes, felt proud. As soon as they got out, they ran into a group of old friends and went off to chat.

Chen Yang and Qin Muxue got out and walked together toward the hotel entrance.

Qin Muxue had prepared two golden peaches for Wang Shengnian—an inexpensive gift, barely twenty or thirty thousand yuan, but with an auspicious meaning: wishing him longevity. She believed Grandpa Wang would like it.

Chen Yang had also prepared a gift, tucked into a red envelope.

As Chen Yang and Qin Muxue walked side by side toward the hotel, a joyful voice suddenly rang out: “Mr. Chen!”

Chen Yang turned and saw a voluptuous, graceful woman walking toward him with a bright smile—it was none other than Xiao Rongfei.

Without thinking much, Chen Yang hurried over and laughed, “President Xiao, you’re here for the banquet too?”

Xiao Rongfei’s eyes sparkled. “Yes, President Chen, I…”

She was interrupted by Chen Yang’s quiet reminder, “President Xiao, let’s keep it low-profile, you know what I mean.”

Realizing she almost slipped, Xiao Rongfei quickly patted her lips. “Oh… I understand, I understand.”

Chen Yang continued chatting and laughing with Xiao Rongfei, oblivious to the jealousy rising in Qin Muxue’s expression.

After finishing their polite conversation, Chen Yang waved goodbye to Xiao Rongfei. Turning around, he was surprised to see Qin Muxue’s face clouded with jealousy.

Chen Yang couldn’t help but laugh.

A moment later, he walked up to Qin Muxue and chuckled, “Jealous, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not.”

Qin Muxue stubbornly denied it.

Smiling, Chen Yang explained, “That was a good work friend of mine, President Xiao. She’s a big boss. It’s always useful to know more big bosses, right?”

He could only use the excuse of networking to comfort Qin Muxue. In truth, he didn’t need to know more big bosses; he was the biggest boss himself. Many so-called influential little bosses were eager to meet him, even flatter him.

Seeing Qin Muxue’s mood improve somewhat, Chen Yang laughed, “Alright, don’t overthink it. Let’s go, we have to give Grandpa Wang his gift.”

Qin Muxue glanced at Chen Yang, trying to hide her feelings. “I’m not overthinking.”

“Alright, alright.”

Chen Yang laughed heartily, thinking to himself, Muxue, whether you’re overthinking or not, I can always see through you.

Then, he and Qin Muxue walked into the hotel together.

Inside the Linhai Grand Hotel, the crowd was dense and lively. The Wang family elder, Wang Shengnian, sat on a grand chair atop a red carpeted stage, his face glowing with joy.

Qin Muxue glanced at the old man and told Chen Yang she was going to give him her gift, while Chen Yang stayed where he was, since he’d already handed his gift over earlier.

Soon, the banquet officially began.

Chen Yang, Qin Muxue, and the rest of the Qin family sat together at a table—Qin Guofu, Qin Hao, Qin Yan, and Qin Yan were all present.

They all clearly held grudges against Chen Yang, but he ignored them, eating and drinking as he pleased.

Soon, the toasting ceremony began. Because the old man’s health was frail, his eldest son, Wang Dezhong, made the rounds, toasting each table on his behalf.

With a cheerful smile, Wang Dezhong went from table to table. When he reached Chen Yang’s table, a middle-aged man with bulging eyes suddenly laughed, “Boss Wang, there’s someone here eating for free!”

His words shocked everyone nearby.

Wang Dezhong’s eyes flickered in surprise. He glanced at the man, who was staring straight at Chen Yang, making things clear. But since this was the toasting segment, Wang Dezhong couldn’t make a scene and continued to complete the rounds.

After finishing, he went to the gift reception desk to inquire if anyone had come in without giving a gift.

The Wang family’s wealth meant Wang Dezhong didn’t care about the gift money; what annoyed him was someone coming without an invitation or any connection, just to freeload.

Just as he was about to ask, the gift attendant—a young man—stood up, took a piece of white paper from a red envelope, and said, “Boss, someone gave white paper.”

“White paper? Damn it.”

Wang Dezhong’s brows knitted, his eyes burning with anger. “Can you find out who sent it?”

The attendant replied, “I can, but it’ll take some work.”

“Damn it,” Wang Dezhong cursed.

After all, this was his father’s eightieth birthday. If someone had sent a newspaper, he could tolerate it, but just a blank sheet? Unforgivable.

He grabbed the white paper and the red envelope, turned to the guests, and announced, “Sorry, I have to interrupt your meal and apologize. I want to ask—who sent this white paper? I hope whoever did it will have the courage to stand up. Otherwise, I’ll pull the surveillance footage and track you down—I won’t let it go.”

The guests, seeing someone had sent white paper, began to criticize.

“Who did that? Absolutely disgraceful!”

“If I were Boss Wang, I’d kill him.”

As everyone looked around to see who had sent the white paper, Chen Yang slowly stood up. “It was me.”

The crowd was shocked.

He actually admitted it was him. The audacity!

Everyone stared at Chen Yang in anger.

Except for Qin Muxue, whose eyes were filled with disappointment. She hadn’t expected Chen Yang to send white paper—it was truly tasteless.

Wang Dezhong’s face flushed with rage. “Alright, you dare admit it. I respect your courage. Step forward.”

“No, you misunderstand me,” Chen Yang suddenly spoke up.

The crowd looked at him with disdain.

Sending white paper—what could that possibly mean?

Qin Hao and Qin Yan wore smug, gloating smiles.

Even Qin Guofu said sarcastically, “If you sent me white paper at my birthday banquet, Chen Yang, I’d have someone beat you to death.”

“Relax, I won’t attend your birthday banquet,” Chen Yang retorted.

Qin Guofu sneered, “Don’t talk to me yet—wipe the shit off yourself first.”

“No need for your advice,” Chen Yang replied coldly.

After speaking, Chen Yang turned to Wang Dezhong. “Boss Wang, I absolutely respect the elder. The reason I sent white paper was to reveal something after the banquet, but since you raised the issue, I’ll explain now.”

Qin Hao, Qin Yan, and Qin Yan all sneered.

They all ridiculed Chen Yang in their hearts. Sending white paper—what justification could there be?

Wang Dezhong suppressed his anger and looked at Chen Yang. “Fine, I’ll give you a chance. Speak.”

Chen Yang said, “The white paper I gave is a priceless treasure. If I write a few words on it, I can request medicine from Sun Shengfang, and help treat the elder’s heart illness.”

In fact, that was Chen Yang’s intention all along.

He’d decided in advance how he would handle Wang Shengnian’s birthday banquet.

Earlier, he’d considered giving money, but found it too mundane.

So he came up with the idea—give white paper, then write a personal letter to Sun Shengfang to request medicine, and help cure Wang Shengnian’s illness.

When Chen Yang finished, the hall fell silent.

Many guests had attended countless birthday banquets, but never seen such a gift. Yet Chen Yang claimed he could get medicine from Sun Shengfang—was that true? He looked so ordinary, rumored to be a deliveryman, and now he boasted he could get medicine from Sun Shengfang? Surely he was bluffing.

“So, this is your idea?” After a moment’s silence, Wang Dezhong finally spoke.