Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Warm moments always have a special way of making people linger.

Children returning home for the New Year always find time passes too quickly.

Those who are often away striving in the outside world always blame time for stealing away their parents' years.

Aging parents invariably blame themselves for growing old too quickly, unable to offer more help to their children, instead becoming a burden.

"Dinner's ready!" Liu Qiao'er exclaimed with a smile, bringing steaming, fragrant dishes to the table one after another.

Sweet and sour pork, yu xiang shredded pork, mapo tofu, and stir-fried greens—two meat and two vegetable dishes, all about nutrition and balance.

Upon seeing this, Ye Ling hurriedly stood up and approached the table. Without fear of being burnt, he pinched a piece of yu xiang pork with his fingers and put it into his mouth.

"Mmm! Delicious, delicious! This has definitely got to be Mom's cooking," Ye Ling yelled out in praise.

Wang Shufen, who had just come out of the kitchen, slapped Ye Ling's hand, "You're so big now, yet you still can't stay put. Go wash your hands—aren't they dirty?"

Ye Ling smacked his lips and replied, "Aww, no need to use my hands then—that'll do it, why wash? I'm waiting to eat here."

"Hurry up, otherwise I won't let you sit down to eat," Wang Shufen said with a teasing smile.

Ye Ling sighed deeply and went to the bathroom with a helpless look to wash his hands.

Watching Ye Ling's retreating back, Wang Shufen shook her head with a smile, "Ah, this child, he's like he'll never grow up. He was too impulsive at the market today."

Liu Qiao'er of course knew about the incident from a few hours ago and instead comforted Wang Shufen, "Auntie, those kinds of people deserve it. Looking down on someone just because of their status—had Big Brother Ye not spoken up or taken action, that would not be worthy of a man."

Wang Shufen, upon hearing this, actually nodded in agreement. Her son was a young man after all, full of fiery energy, and moreover, they weren't the ones at fault today, so she didn't say anything more.

At the dinner table, Ye Ling ate heartily, savoring the millet porridge his mother had cooked. The taste far surpassed that of those so-called luxury hotels.

"This flavor, tsk tsk, it's leaps and bounds better than the five-star hotel at Shen Xinyue's. It's like comparing the earth to the skies!" Ye Ling said, his words muffled as he ate.

Wang Shufen smiled slightly, "You child, always talking nonsense. They have a proper chef there; how could he fall short compared to me?"

"Auntie, it's true. Your cooking is really so delicious," Liu Qiao'er also responded with continuous laughter, giving a thumbs up.

Wang Shufen didn't respond. As a mother, what more could she wish for than the scene before her eyes?

A simple home, a warm home, a home filled with familial love.

After the meal, Ye Ling surprisingly took it upon himself to wash the dishes, pushing the two women to the couch and began to clear the table of leftover food.

In the kitchen, Ye Ling washed the dishes, listening to the bursts of laughter from the living room, and couldn't help but smile.

This damn thing, this is life.

Money?

He already had plenty of it—fifty to sixty billion, enough for a lifetime.

Power?

He didn't need it at all. If anyone crossed him, even the President of Mi Country, he could go and turn their world upside down.

"Besides, I have another five billion coming into my account tonight!" Ye Ling's eyes gleamed with a sharp, knife-like intensity.

Lin Hua, I'm coming to settle the account for that five billion tonight!

After cleaning up, Ye Ling sat on the couch and started chatting with Wang Shufen and Liu Qiao'er. Their conversation filled the room with laughter, the atmosphere warm and joyful.

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Suddenly, the phone rang. Ye Ling answered it, gave a few grunts of acknowledgment, and told the person on the other end to wait outside for him.

"Mom, Qiao'er, I'm going out for a bit. You two chat away. I'll be back later," Ye Ling said as he stood up, changed his shoes, and spoke softly.

Both waved their hands dismissively, urging him to attend to his matters promptly and not to worry about them: after all, a man's ambition lies far and wide.

The caller was Qu Yishan, the branch manager of Donghai City's Huaxia Bank.

His aim was targeted: he wanted Ye Ling to deposit fifty to sixty billion in their bank on fixed terms.

If he succeeded, the bank could use these funds to extend more projects, which would yield substantial profits for his bank.

However, Ye Ling was no fool. To put his money in a fixed deposit might mean that the interest alone would suffice for his lifetime, but what if he needed the money?

He could withdraw the funds immediately, but according to some banks' policies, he would have to pay interest for doing so.

Right, paying interest to use his own money? How absurd is that?

Outside the villa, Qu Yishan had already been standing at the door waiting for Ye Ling to come down. When he saw Ye Ling, he was taken aback, clearly not expecting him to be so young.

"Damn! A billionaire in his twenties? This guy must be a second-generation rich kid," Qu Yishan inwardly exclaimed.

Ye Ling, looking at the man of average height, slightly overweight, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, knew without guessing that this had to be Qu Yishan. Otherwise, who would stand at the front door of his house at night, basking in the moonlight?

"Mr. Ye Ling, I presume?" Qu Yishan quickly approached and stretched out his hand as he asked.

Ye Ling also extended his hand and shook it, nodding his head: "Manager Qu?"

"Indeed, indeed," Qu Yishan hurriedly replied with a smile that Ye Ling found to be quite fake, like an inflatable doll, utterly insincere.

Indeed, indeed... still talking nonsense.

Ye Ling mused to himself and then put on a false smile, "Let's talk outside, shall we?"

Qu Yishan nodded eagerly and after escorting Ye Ling into his Passat, they drove off.

Ye Ling did not like bringing strangers or acquaintances into his home. In his heart, home was a sacred place. And for business? Aren't there plenty of restaurants outside?

Blue Lake Cafe, was tastefully decorated, exuding neither vulgarity nor ostentatious luxury, but rather a certain European noble charm, topped with soothing melodies that made for a comfortable atmosphere.

After ordering two cups of coffee, Qu Yishan exchanged some pleasantries and finally got to the point.

"Mr. Ye, how have you considered my proposal?" Qu Yishan asked with a slight smile.

Ye Ling sipped his coffee tentatively, smacked his lips, and frowned at the taste. He really didn't understand the appeal of this beverage; compared to our ancestors' tea ceremonies, it fell markedly short.

"Mr. Ye?" Qu Yishan noticed Ye Ling seemed distracted and raised his voice slightly.

Ye Ling snapped back to reality and smacked his forehead, apologizing, "Sorry, Manager Qu. Your suggestion is excellent. It would ensure the security of my funds and also provide a high interest rate. Besides, Huaxia Bank's reputation is beyond question. Not bad."

"Mr. Ye, rest assured, our bank's mission has always been to protect our customers' paramount legitimate interests. You'll be pleased with your decision," Qu Yishan said excitedly.

A sum of fifty to sixty billion was enough for him to move up another rung on the career ladder. Not to mention, the commission on such a large amount was a considerable number.

Ye Ling paused and then appeared perplexed, "Decision? What decision?"

"Ah, Mr. Ye, isn't it about deciding to convert the money in our bank into fixed deposits?" Qu Yishan was startled and then spoke anxiously.

Ye Ling simply smiled faintly, "Give me a reason."

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