C9 Three Million a Day!

"Leave this guy to you, ladies."

"We're square now!"

Lin Chen dusted off his hands, turned, and addressed Zhao Xue'er.

She was undeniably attractive with a stunning figure, more than suitable to be someone's girlfriend.

But Lin Chen already had a wild card at home and wasn't keen on adding another to his hand.

"Pfft, who's even with you?"

Zhao Xue'er huffed. If not for Lin Chen saving her father's life, she would've given him a piece of her mind – or rather, her palm.

She could overlook the torn clothing incident.

But his rubbing against her while clinging to her arm? And what about that slap on her behind?

Seeing Zhao Xue'er fuming, Lin Chen lost interest in engaging further and turned to leave.

"Hold up, young man!"

Zhao Feng, clutching his wound, hurried over.

Lin Chen had saved their lives; it was only right to express his gratitude, both morally and emotionally.

Besides, someone with Lin Chen's abilities would be a valuable ally.

"Brother, I might've accidentally torn your daughter's undergarment strap."

"But it was in a good-faith effort to prevent her from a reckless act."

"Let's not dwell on it, shall we?"

Lin Chen paused, his frustration evident as he explained to Zhao Feng.

This was getting ridiculous. Wasn't saving someone supposed to be simpler?

'He tore my daughter's undergarment strap?'

Zhao Feng's face stiffened, catching his daughter's flushed cheeks out of the corner of his eye, and he chuckled sheepishly.

Then, he produced a bank card from his pocket and offered it to Lin Chen.

"Young man, there's about a million on this card. It's a token of our gratitude for saving our lives."

Zhao Feng spoke with earnestness.

He was shrewd enough to notice Lin Chen's modest attire and knew that money would be the most straightforward and effective thank-you at this moment.

Sure enough, Lin Chen's eyes sparkled at the mention of a million.

"Um..."

"Young man, I'm Zhao Feng, and this is my daughter, Zhao Xue'er."

"Ah, Brother Zhao, I'm Lin Chen. If you ever need help with a scrap in the future, just give me a shout!"

Lin Chen accepted the bank card with a solemn expression, declaring, "The money isn't important. What matters is that I'm a man of justice."

"I can't stand by and watch the weak get bullied."

As Lin Chen stood there, exuding righteousness, Zhao Xue'er's eyes went wide. Could this guy be any more shameless?

Brazenly lying through his teeth?

If he didn't care about the money, why take the million from my dad?

"By the way, Brother Zhao, judging by your and your daughter's faces, it seems you're headed for trouble."

"Particularly your daughter; she might shed quite a bit of blood."

Lin Chen finished speaking and fixed Zhao Feng with an intense stare.

Given that this man had casually handed over a million yuan, it was clear he was well-off.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to take this chance to pocket a little extra?

"Ahem... Well, Little Brother Lin, let's put aside the talk of bloodshed for now."

"I noticed the fist technique you were practicing is different from what we usually do, so I was hoping to learn from you."

Zhao Feng cleared his throat, aware that Lin Chen was hinting at wanting money.

But he didn't buy into this bloodshed prophecy one bit.

After all, his fortune wasn't just blown in by the wind; he couldn't just hand over a million yuan because Lin Chen said so.

"Fist technique?"

"Sure, show me your routine."

Lin Chen, seeing Zhao Feng's skepticism, chose not to elaborate further.

Fortune-telling hinged on belief; it existed for those who believed and was nothing to those who didn't.

Minutes later, Zhao Feng, despite the pain, demonstrated the ancestral Zhao family fist technique.

Lin Chen paused briefly before making some adjustments and performing it anew.

"Little Brother Lin, is this... your improved version of our Zhao family's fist technique?"

Both Zhao Feng and his daughter knew their family's technique inside out.

Zhao Feng was astonished, and Zhao Xue'er's eyes were as wide as saucers.

Improving a technique was infinitely harder than creating one from scratch, and Lin Chen had done it in mere moments. It was downright frightening!

"There were some issues with your family's technique. I've made a few tweaks."

"In the future, she won't end up seriously injured from training like you did."

Lin Chen nodded, his expression nonchalant.

But internally, he was calculating—if Zhao Feng didn't cough up the cash this time, well, he wasn't going to stick around!

"You... You could tell I was injured?"

Zhao Feng was taken aback, but after speaking, he noticed Lin Chen wasn't responding.

He then pulled out a bank card from his pocket and handed it over.

"Uh, my apologies, Brother Lin. This card has two million in it, just a little token of my appreciation."

After all, Lin Chen had helped the Zhao family refine their martial arts techniques, so two million was the least he could do.

The moment the two million was secured, Lin Chen's smile returned.

"Brother Zhao, I feel a real kinship with you. I can't just take your money like that."

"It's a bit crass, don't you think?"

While speaking, Lin Chen discreetly slipped the bank card into his pocket.

Zhao Feng's face twitched, but Lin Chen didn't bat an eye.

Instead, he chuckled, "Brother Zhao, your injury isn't too complex to treat."

"Tell you what, if you trust me, I'll come by and treat you when I have some free time."

"Just don't overpay me then. A few million will do."

After Zhao Feng nodded, Lin Chen handed him a bottle of golden healing medicine and walked away.

Watching Lin Chen's retreating figure, Zhao Xue'er couldn't help but scoff.

"Just a few million? He must be out of his mind with greed!"

"Our grandfather and great-grandfather's injuries weren't cured even by countless doctors."

"And this thug thinks he can do it? The nerve!"

Zhao Feng, hearing his daughter's sarcasm, wasn't bothered.

It's normal for the young to want to impress.

...

Minutes later, Lin Chen arrived back at the villa.

Just as he stepped inside, a dark object came flying at him.

Quick on his feet, Lin Chen caught it.

"Crazy woman, are you trying to kill your own husband?"

"Hey, is this a new phone for me?"

As Lin Chen was gearing up to give Ann Lan a piece of his mind, he was taken aback to find a new phone in his grasp.

"First off, the phone contains both my number and Lili’s. If you ever need anything, give us a call."

"Secondly, you're not to sleep in my bedroom without my permission!"

"Third, you're driving me to work at the company!"

Ann Lan delivered these rules to Lin Chen with a stoic face.

Wait a minute... was the big bed he crashed on last night actually the Mad Woman's boudoir?

Lin Chen paused, slightly taken aback, but shrugged it off. He grabbed the car keys and headed for the garage.

"Lin Chen, didn't your driving instructor ever emphasize that safety is paramount on the road?"

"And remember, I'm carrying a baby!"

Ann Lan voiced her alarm as Lin Chen sped along, her anxiety mounting.

"Driving instructor? What instructor?"

Lin Chen glanced at Ann Lan, his expression one of bewilderment.

"You... don't know about driving instructors?"

Ann Lan took in Lin Chen's clueless demeanor and inhaled sharply.

Great, he doesn't even know what a driving instructor is?

"You don't have a driver's license, do you?"

Ann Lan gripped the armrest tightly, her voice laced with tension.

"Driver's license? You mean a permit for driving?"

"Do I really need one for a small car?"

"Back in the village, I drove a tractor and nobody mentioned a license."

Lin Chen frowned, his complaint tinged with annoyance.

The city's rules were many and bothersome.

To accept a job and suddenly become a dad, you need a marriage certificate.

To drive a clunker, a driver's license is required. It's all too complicated.

"Hey, by the way, you nutcase, can I skip work today?"

"I just made three million this morning and I want to go out and enjoy myself."

Lin Chen didn't wait for Ann Lan to respond before he chimed in.

He then proudly pulled out two bank cards from his pocket, flaunting them.

"Are these gold cards?"

Ann Lan was skeptical about Lin Chen making three million in one morning, but she took a closer look.

She knew that Lin Chen didn't have any bank cards on him other than the salary card from Sun Lili.

Now, not only did Lin Chen produce two gold cards, but they also had the bank card PINs written on them.

"This should cover the cost of the baby's formula for the first month or two."

"Alright, now that you're broke, just focus on your job."

Ann Lan pushed aside her curiosity and promptly took the two bank cards from Lin Chen's hands.

"Son of a—"

As Lin Chen was about to lose his temper, Ann Lan let out a cold laugh.

"You're the father. It's your duty to earn money for formula!"

"Plus, there's a couple of tough guys in the security department. Keep a low profile at work today, otherwise, if you get into a fight, I'll be the one dragging you to the hospital!"