After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

The only thing I can say is that I am their opponent.

But there is more money in it!

The only thing I am worried about now is whether Kuang Jun will continue to talk big.

It wouldn't be a big problem if Huo Xiuzhu knew...

There's simply no way to talk about this.

The manor is located in the southern suburbs of Paris, and there are no high-rise buildings visible for dozens of kilometers.

This place obviously looks like a private estate.

The vehicle began to slow down, and Chen Xiaolong pointed at the scenery outside and said:

“I bought this place eight years ago and spent a lot of money on it.

But we spent most of our time in Paris, after all, Yangyang and I still had to go to school.

There are usually a dozen servants cleaning and managing the place, and we don't come to half of them."

Chen Pingan smiled. "So, you're paying someone to help you live here and enjoy such a good life?"

Chen Xiaolong choked, then nodded helplessly.

“No way, it’s all like this.

There are many manors here, and most of them are like this.

Locals come to work, live here, and help with cleaning and management. The owners don't usually come. Some only come once every two or three years, and then only stay for ten days or half a month before leaving."

Chen Pingan asked with a smile: "Am I wrong?"

Chen Xiaolong pointed to the farm in the distance and said, "That's it. The food is probably ready. It's a French feast."

Compared to Western restaurants in China, the food here is a bit rougher, but because of the ingredients, it tastes better.”

Chen Pingan was also looking forward to it.

Chen Shaoliang, just in his early forties, had long hair tied in a bun at the back of his head. He looked more handsome than Chen Pingan had ever seen.

Yes, it is beautiful.

If I were to use one word to describe it, it would be a boy with a girly look. Whether it's the face shape, eyebrows, eyes, mouth or nose, when viewed separately, none of them look like what a man should have.

When combined together, it is extremely pleasing to the eye.

As for Chen Shaoliang's temperament, Chen Ping'an feels a bit like a gentle artist, but occasionally a very sharp light flashes in his eyes.

The former head of the family, Chen Shaojie, stood next to him with a cane. In comparison, Uncle San looked very old.

Because Chen Pingan knew very well that his fifth uncle was actually 48 years old, not in his early 40s as he looked.

The temperature in the French countryside in mid-May was not too high. The manor was surrounded by greenery, and even the lawn, gravel driveway, and parking lot in the yard did not feel stuffy at all.

Chen Pingan got out of the car. Chen Xiaolong stood beside him and introduced him in a low voice: "The one next to my dad is my fifth uncle."

Chen Ping'an nodded slightly, responded with an "hmm" and said nothing more, just looking at his fifth uncle opposite him.

Chen Shaojie stood still and said loudly, "Finally, we're here! I thought you were delayed on the way!"

Although Chen Shaoliang stood there without saying anything, there was still a gentle smile on his face.

Chen Pingan was wearing a suit, a condition he had recently contracted.

Chen Shaoliang also wore a suit, but it was the kind with tight trousers, which looked a bit unconventional, especially since the color was pink!

I don’t know if she dressed like this on purpose or if she just dresses like this normally.

"Hello, Uncle San, I'm not delayed, it's just that the road is too far.

Hello, Uncle Wu, nice to meet you. I am Chen Ping'an."

Chen Pingan has always been a polite and good boy, and his attitude at this time was also very respectful.

At least, he was sure that his expression and eyes were normal. Although he was a little surprised at first, he had gained control of it after getting off the car.

"You are peace, and welcome to Paris. Come inside and have a seat!"

Chen Shaoliang's voice was a little smoky, and although his tone was very gentle, it gave people a very strange feeling.