What was that?

Founder? And chairman?

The two of them stared at their son, dumbstruck, and for a long while neither came back to themselves.

It was Old Xu who recovered first. He asked it a little stiffly. "So how much money do you have now?"

"There's only a hundred-odd thousand in my bank account, but—"

"But what? Out with it." Old Zhang was getting anxious.

Xu Ye thought about it. "But my net worth right now has to be over fifty million, whichever way you count it."

"How much!"

Old Zhang came apart — a bigger reaction than if she had won the lottery.

Xu Ye got up and pulled the two of them down onto the sofa, then stood in front of them, laughing. "Calm down, calm down. I meant to tell you sooner, but I was afraid you couldn't take it, so I kept it back. It's mostly been luck…"

By now neither of them was taking in a word he said.

Their heads had room for one thing only — fifty million.

My son is worth fifty million!

Old Xu sat blank for a long moment, then suddenly slapped Old Zhang's arm. "Love, pinch me."

Old Zhang reached over, took a piece of the skin on his hand and turned it a hundred and eighty degrees.

"Ah." Old Xu drew a breath in through his teeth, and once he had established it wasn't a dream, he rubbed the pinched spot and asked in real concern, "Son, we haven't done anything illegal, have we?"

"Obviously not." Xu Ye rolled his eyes.

The two of them slowly came back to themselves.

Happy as she was, Old Zhang thought of something, and she turned quickly to the others in the room. "Don't go telling anyone about this outside the house, or it could bring all kinds of trouble down on us. These days you keep your head down about everything."

"Mm."

Wang Manning and Wang Yuxin nodded quickly.

Once she had said her piece Old Zhang went into the kitchen to start dinner, and before long she was humming…