Urban Cultivation with a Demonic System Chapter 525 - 444: Arriving! Is It Safe for My Lao Temple to

Walking out of the dormitory and heading in Su Yuan’s direction, Chen Nuoyi felt the stares around her lock onto her.

This made her unconsciously quicken her pace.

"Nuoyi, what do you think of my new flying ship?"

"I paid extra to pick it up the sa day. It’s got to be more impressive than your Grandpa’s Mai Bahe."

Before Chen Nuoyi could reach the cabin door, Su Yuan had already greeted her with these words.

"Um... let’s hurry up and go."

The girl nodded hastily, her toes curled inside her little boots, feeling as if she could bore a hole in the ground out of embarrassnt.

"Don’t be in such a rush. It’s a rare luxury flying ship, let it stay in the campus for a bit longer."

"To be honest, my dream since childhood was to own a Mai Bahe or a Lao Temple."

Chen Nuoyi: "..."

Haki Yuan, you show-off! Can’t you go sowhere else to flaunt your stuff? Parking in front of the girls’ dorm makes it easy for people to get the wrong idea, you know?

But in the end, the girl couldn’t outwit Su Yuan and could only accompany him in standing there.

After all, Su Yuan flaunting wasn’t just a one-day thing; finally getting his chance in the spotlight, she couldn’t ruin his excitent.

After a while, Su Yuan gleefully sat in the driver’s seat and allowed Chen Nuoyi to sit in the passenger seat.

Su Yuan set the autopilot destination and let the flying ship ascend, heading towards Taihua City, while he started chatting with the girl beside him.

"Nuoyi, when we get back to Taihua City, we’re heading straight to the Chen Family. I want to show that old Deng, Chen Yifeng, what it ans by thirty years east of the river, thirty years west, never underestimate the young and poor!"

"This ti, you’re going to take back everything that’s yours."

Chen Nuoyi: "..."

What an over-the-top comnt, makes want to curl my toes in embarrassnt again.

However, aside from the flamboyant wording, Su Yuan’s words did sowhat reflect her thoughts.

She really wanted to ask her Grandpa so questions.

And as long as she reclaid her inheritance, then Su Yuan’s account wouldn’t only have a cold three billion in it anymore.

While she was lost in thought, Su Yuan sighed and said:

"You know, Nuoyi, after all our travels, even conquering worlds beyond, the six hundred and forty-eight billion your dad lost is still shocking."

"I’ve been working for the Mai Gou plan for so long, and only earned a asly three billion."

Chen Nuoyi thought for a mont, then said with a smile:

"You didn’t just earn three billion from the Mai Gou plan; it’s three billion and a whole Main World."

"But you’re right, my dad losing six hundred and forty-eight billion is indeed ridiculous. If it were you, you’d probably make a huge profit."

Su Yuan chuckled and dropped the topic, turning the conversation to their ti at Taihua High School instead.

Ever since entering college, they rarely had such a chance to chat alone, and one chat lasted for hours.

Until both felt a bit parched, grabbing water to drink, the flying ship suddenly jolted.

They instinctively looked outside, and a familiar scene appeared before them.

It was the night view of Taihua City.

Right now, the Lao Temple was hovering just a hundred ters away from the Chen Family’s ancestral ho.

"Let’s find a spot to park the flying ship first."

As Chen Nuoyi spoke, she leaned out to look for a parking spot for the ship.

But Su Yuan waved his hand and casually said:

"No need."

With that, he stepped on the accelerator, and the flying ship rushed straight into the Chen Family’s manor, quickly reaching the front of a luxurious mansion.

The entry of such a lavish flying ship didn’t escape the notice of the Chen Family’s guards and housekeepers.

At this mont, a gray-haired elder, looking very much like a housekeeper, stood with over a dozen guards at the door, cautiously watching the Lao Temple as it slowly descended onto the lawn.

This elder was none other than Housekeeper Zheng, who, on the eve of Chen Nuoyi’s eighteenth birthday, had tried to forcibly take her away from the school gates.

Seeing the window of the flying ship’s cabin slowly lowering, Housekeeper Zheng cautiously approached, asking in a deep voice:

"This is the Chen Family’s private residence, could you be lost..."

However, before he could finish, seeing the face of the person inside, he was completely stunned.

His eyes filled with disbelief.

"Su... Su Yuan?"

Su Yuan adjusted the large sunglasses on his face:

"Nuoyi’s ho is my ho too, where can’t my flying ship park?"

Housekeeper Zheng was silent for a while. Facing Su Yuan, he felt as if he was being suffocated.

The pressure from this young man across from him was more than ten tis stronger than when facing the Patriarch.

Could it be... an illusion?

Su Yuan did not trouble the old housekeeper and got out of the car.

Chen Nuoyi also opened the other door, awkwardly greeted Housekeeper Zheng:

"Grandpa Zheng, I’m back."

With that said, she followed Su Yuan toward the familiar mansion gate.

Watching the two figures walk side by side, Housekeeper Zheng sighed deeply.

The young punk who ran away with Miss has evolved, he’s now a flashy upstart... by the way, it’s so late, and yet Su Yuan is still wearing those huge sunglasses; can he even see the road?

In the brightly lit hall of the mansion, Su Yuan saw Grandpa Chen, wearing his casual ho clothes but exuding a natural authority.

Clearly, he had been alerted by Su Yuan’s arrival and was waiting in the hall.

Seeing this man who once chased them in such a sorry state, Su Yuan took a deep breath and finally said the words he had been holding in for so long:

"Deng, is it safe for my Lao Temple to be parked downstairs at your place?"

Chen Yifeng: "..."

Chen Nuoyi: "..."

"It’s... safe."

After a long while, Chen Yifeng finally squeezed out those two words.

By then, Su Yuan had already made himself comfortable on the softest leather sofa, crossing his legs and saying:

"Deng, aren’t you going to serve so tea? We’ve been chatting all the way here, and our throats are dry."

Chen Yifeng rubbed his throbbing temples and said:

"I’ll have Old Zheng make tea for you right away."

Su Yuan sternly interrupted:

"I don’t want that old man making my tea, you do it, and make sure those tea leaves are washed thoroughly, zero tea flavor left in them."

Damn, tea leaves with no tea flavor, can that even be called tea!

I see, you brat are just giving a hard ti!

Chen Yifeng could barely hold it together, with his face cold, he said:

"Su Yuan, don’t be too excessive!"

As he spoke, he instinctively looked towards his granddaughter, hoping Chen Nuoyi would speak up for him.

But to his surprise, the girl he watched grow up stood firmly on the side of that flashy young man:

"Grandpa, it was you who were too harsh on Su Yuan before!"