Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Fishing boats broke through the morning mist of the South China Sea and slowly sailed toward the mainland coastline.

Standing on the deck, Meng Chuan gazed at the rising sun gradually emerging from the sea in the distance, and for the first time, he felt such a strong sense of homecoming.

He took out his phone, and the screen was still showing his chat history with Liu Qian.

The last message was sent three days ago; Liu Qian asked him if he had encountered any trouble abroad.

These days, his name is everywhere in the news.

The publicity surrounding the auction itself caused quite a stir.

He simply replied, "It's okay, I'll be home soon."

Looking back now, I realize that my perfunctory attitude back then probably couldn't have fooled the perceptive Liu Qian.

At that time, Meng Chuan was busy preparing for the auction.

She also had to devise a plan to lure the snake out of its hole, so she really didn't have the mind to chat with Liu Qian much.

Liu Qian clearly noticed his unusual behavior and didn't press him further.

"Thinking about your sister-in-law?"

Yingdie brought over a bowl of hot porridge and handed it to Meng Chuan:

"Uncle Zhong said that at this speed, we can reach the shore by evening."

Meng Chuan took the bowl of porridge, his fingertips touching the warm porcelain, and felt much more at ease.

"Hmm, counting the days, I've been abroad for fourteen days already. Before leaving, I told Qian'er that I'd go see my son, for a week at most..."

Meng Chuan gave a wry smile and lowered his head to drink a mouthful of porridge.

What happened in the past two weeks is something that probably no one would believe if I told them.

He schemed against the Bulls and drove Prince to his death.

From receiving all of Prince's wealth to attending the succession ceremony, and then being hunted down by Trump.

From hijacking a destroyer to fleeing in a helicopter.

Now they're even sneaking back to China on a fishing boat.

All of this happened in just over ten days.

In fact, Meng Chuan didn't even have a proper goodbye to Chen Yiyi.

Meng Chuan didn't even dare to make a phone call to her.

No one can guarantee that his phone calls won't be tapped by Trump.

Yingdie leaned against the railing, half of her body nestled against Meng Chuan:

"My sister-in-law is so smart, she must have known something was wrong a long time ago. The Prince video incident caused a huge uproar in China."

Meng Chuan naturally knew.

The head of the Rothschild family publicly announced that he would bequeath all his wealth to a Chinese person.

The news spread like wildfire around the world.

Even state media commented that this was "a landmark event in which Eastern power gained international recognition."

Netizens regard Meng Chuan as a source of pride for the Chinese people.

They would receive a gift of fifty trillion dollars from the Rothschild family.

What kind of personal charisma does Meng Chuan possess?

However, it's not hard for anyone with a brain to see that.

There must have been untold struggles involved.

Otherwise, why didn't Prince give his wealth to someone else, but instead chose Meng Chuan?

But everyone could only pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Perhaps Meng Chuan's parents couldn't fathom the mystery behind this.

But the incredibly intelligent Liu Qian was certainly able to see through some of the secrets involved.

Time passed little by little.

Soon evening fell, and the fishing boats docked at the shore in the twilight.

Uncle Zhong had already arranged the vehicle.

Meng Chuan and Ying Die changed into ordinary clothes, got into an inconspicuous SUV, and headed north along the coastal highway.

Outside the car window, the city lights gradually became denser.

Meng Chuan sat quietly in the passenger seat, took out his phone and sent a message to Liu Qian:

"I'll be home tomorrow."

The reply was almost instantaneous, containing only two words:

"Wait for you."

There were no questions, no follow-up inquiries, but those two simple words brought tears to Meng Chuan's eyes.

He knew that Liu Qian was always like this; no matter what he did or what he went through, she would always leave a light on at home for him.

After traveling day and night, the off-road vehicle finally arrived at the airport in the eastern province, and the plane tickets had been booked.

Direct flight to the provincial capital airport.

Meng Chuan flew from the provincial capital to the United States.

Meng Chuan's Mercedes-Benz Vito is still in the airport parking lot!

After arriving at the airport in the provincial capital, Meng Chuan bought quite a few things at the airport's duty-free shop.

I bought a lot of good wine for my dad, Meng Jianguo.

I bought an imported massage chair for my mother, Zhang Mei.

I bought Liu Qian a big gold bracelet.

Although Liu Qian doesn't lack these things.

She also bought a lot of toys for her son and daughter.

"We bought so many, the boxes are overflowing."

Yingdie helped him put the last bottle of wine in, and said with a smile:

"Actually, your sister-in-law cares more about your safe return."

"I know, but I feel like I should make it up to you in some way."

Meng Chuan zipped up his suitcase:

"By the way, keep the toys for our son and daughter to take back, and remember to leave a copy for Blood Rakshasa."

Meng Chuan gave his instructions.

Yingdie gave birth to quadruplets for Meng Chuan.

Blood Rakshasa risked her life and awakened her inner demons to give birth to a daughter for Meng Chuan.

These children are all Meng Chuan's precious treasures, and he always has to bring something back with him after coming out.

As for Meng Zhili, he is now learning martial arts from Prince Fu, so he no longer needs toys.

"understood."

Yingdie drove, speeding towards the county town with Meng Chuan in tow.

"Once this is over, I need to find some time to visit Xiaochuan," he said to Yingdie.

"By the way, the other day Prince Fu posted a lot of photos of Zhili's training. He can now break three bricks."

While driving, Yingdie forwarded a lot of information about Prince Fu to Meng Chuan.

Yesterday, while Meng Chuan was organizing the auction, Fu Wang sent some photos of Meng Zhili to Ying Die.

After all, Meng Chuan would need to report back.

They came out to see their child, but ended up going to the United States instead.

If Liu Qian couldn't bring back some photos of Meng Zhili, she wouldn't easily forgive Meng Chuan.

Looking at the photo, Meng Chuan saw the little guy wearing a training uniform, raising his little fist and smiling smugly.

Meng Chuan couldn't help but smile slightly.

This is probably the most comforting thing for him during this ordeal—his son is growing up slowly and living a carefree life, unlike him who has to worry about things all the time.

As dawn broke, Meng Chuan and Ying Die finally returned to the county town.

The familiar streets were deserted, except for the breakfast stall owner setting up his oil pan, the sizzling sound and the aroma of scallion pancakes wafting out.

"Just park in front of the school. You haven't seen your child in so long, you should go back first!"

Meng Chuan said to Ying Die.

Yingdie hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Once back in the county town, Meng Chuan's safety was assured.

Whether she escorts us or not doesn't really matter.

Yingdie got out of the car and returned to her villa with a large number of toys.

Then they went down from the villa to the Green Gang headquarters.

Meng Chuan, on the other hand, drove home by himself.

In the morning mist, the outline of Mengjia Village gradually became clear.

Meng Chuan parked his car and walked into the yard with his suitcase.

My parents probably haven't woken up yet.

But when Meng Chuan looked up, he could see Liu Qian, dressed in her pajamas, standing in the garden on the second floor.

Meng Chuan said she didn't sleep well all night after returning today.

She woke up very early, and only when she saw Meng Chuan's car did she finally feel relieved.

Meng Chuan placed the suitcase in the yard with a touch of heartache.

I quickly went up to the second floor.

Liu Qian was already standing at the bottom of the stairs waiting for him.

Upon seeing Meng Chuan, Liu Qian didn't say anything, but simply stepped forward and hugged him.

Her chin rested on his shoulder, her voice trembling slightly:

"Just come back."

Meng Chuan hugged her back tightly, feeling the warmth of her body in his arms, and the fatigue and tension of the past few days instantly disappeared.

It still feels like home, so good!