To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the leaders wanted to talk with Zhou Guobin, Zhou Guobin wouldn't even know that his son had caused such a stir abroad.

Mrs. Zhou made the call to Zhou Yuwen because Zhou Guobin asked her to do so.

After finding out that it was indeed her son, Mrs. Zhou's feelings were actually very complicated; earning several million would make her a little happy.

But this was thirty billion.

Too much, beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

That night, Mrs. Zhou didn't sleep at all, just lay in bed staring blankly at the ceiling with sighs, sometimes unable to resist asking Zhou Guobin, "Hey, Old Zhou, do you think Wenwen is really our child?"

Zhou Guobin was silent too, unlike Yang Lirong, who showed everything on her face.

Mrs. Zhou, Yang Lirong, had already made many assumptions, like maybe they swapped children when young, or Zhou Yuwen was someone else's child?

Or, perhaps, Zhou Yuwen was replaced?

In short, all sorts of thoughts.

But Zhou Guobin remained silent until finally, he dryly said, "Let's sleep, in the future, let's contact Wenwen less, we can't do anything for our son in this lifetime, let's try not to bother him."

Hearing these words, Yang Lirong felt an inexplicable ache in her nose, and then she suddenly started to cry.

Zhou Guobin asked Yang Lirong why she was crying.

In the dark, Yang Lirong sobbed, she said she doesn't know why, she just felt unreal, sometimes she genuinely wished her son could be a bit more ordinary.

"My greatest wish in this lifetime is for my son to find a good job, marry a good wife, live safely, and give me a fat grandson. But the result, the result... "

Saying this, Yang Lirong couldn't help but cry again.

Originally, Zhou Guobin didn't feel much, but hearing his wife crying over there, his heart became complicated.

Others all hope for their children to be successful, to learn and achieve great things.

But inexplicably, at this moment, the couple genuinely wished their son was an ordinary person, because these things really felt too unreal.

During that period, they indeed lived quite inexplicably, whether at work or in life, they continuously enjoyed a lot of friendliness from people.

Ever since the news about Zhou Yuwen came out, even the leader at Zhou Guobin's workplace, who was always at odds with him, greeted Zhou Guobin with smiles and thumbs up, saying, "Old Zhou, your son is successful!"

"We might have conflicts at work, but there are absolutely no conflicts in life."

"Your son is the successful one, after retirement, aren't you going to America to enjoy life?"

This colleague's words weren't sarcastic; they were truly jealous.

Now that Zhou Yuwen had caused such a stir in America, the Zhou Guobin couple would not just enjoy life in America—it would be natural for them to tour the world.

And it was the same for Yang Lirong. In the past, while playing mahjong, she would often argue and turn red-faced with a few elderly women, but now, these people were trying to please Yang Lirong in various ways.

Some acquaintances even popped up from nowhere, offering matchmaking for Zhou Yuwen?

They even confidently said, hey, I remember your son doesn't have a girlfriend yet?

In a small county, the appearance of a financial genius with a personal wealth of thirty billion is indeed a huge shock.

No matter what the son is like, Zhou Guobin still lived his life in a routine way, until one day he came home and was startled by the situation at home.

At this time, not far from his front door, a lot of people had gathered to watch the spectacle.

This was very common in the self-built housing area before; some people without jobs, idly watching the excitement. Now, three luxury cars had arrived at Zhou Guobin's home, with dedicated personnel guarding.

People were definitely delighted to see it.

Most people speculated that it wasn't Zhou Yuwen who returned but some people who enjoyed misfortune saying that Zhou Guobin had caused big trouble and this was the relevant department coming to settle accounts.

Before the words were finished, they heard Zhou Guobin coldly asking from behind, "What are you talking about?"

Seeing Zhou Guobin, the crowd looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"Ah? Guobin, you're back?"

"You should quickly go home and take a look! Those cars have been in front of your house all afternoon! Isn't your family's literary talent back?"

"Yes! We thought you were going to have an accident, see, they even have people standing guard, these few people must be from the army!" Some people from the residential community who had returned from the army couldn't help but say.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Guobin was also curious.

But he had a feeling in his heart that it must be his son who returned.

Just that Zhou Guobin disliked this kind of scene; the roads in the residential area were already inconvenient for parking, and now three big cars stopped here—where would he park his car?

So, Zhou Guobin parked his car and walked to his front door, wanting to ask about these people.

"Stop!"

Just before reaching the door, he was stopped by these people who have never been bodyguards, pretending to guard a military base, immediately shouting when someone approached.

The shout really startled Zhou Guobin.

But he saw the person furrowing their brows and asking: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Zhou Guobin's first thought was truly that his son had returned, but after being shouted at, he was suddenly confused.

Luckily, at this moment Liu Shuo came out, and after seeing Zhou Guobin, his face lit up with smiles, "Hey! Uncle, you're back from work! Brother, my uncle's back!"

Liu Shuo hurried down the steps to hold Zhou Guobin, shouting towards the inside.

He had peeked out just now because he heard the bodyguard's shouting at the door, now holding Zhou Guobin, he couldn't help but say to the bodyguards, "What are you guys thinking! This is my uncle! It's your boss's father!"

Upon hearing this, the bodyguard's face showed some panic.

Liu Shuo then began explaining, "Uncle, don't be bothered with them, they're all my brother's bodyguards, this is only their second day, they're not quite skilled yet!"

Indeed, Zhou Guobin felt somewhat confused by being shouted at, but now his expression looked a bit better, deeply eyeing the bodyguard who stopped him, eventually uttering an 'oh'.

Really didn't expect it.

There would be one day he comes home and ends up being scolded.

When this happened, Zhou Yuwen also heard the commotion and came out.

When Zhou Yuwen emerged, the crowd watching the excitement from afar also uttered an 'oh'.

It was indeed the young master of the Zhou family who had returned.

Truly a literary talent, his presence was different.

Actually, Zhou Yuwen wasn't wearing anything special; it was early September, the weather was gradually growing colder, but not too cold. Zhou Yuwen was simply wearing a tracksuit.

But amidst the group of bodyguards in suits, he seemed to have a very calm and comfortable demeanor.

The two father and son met eyes because the entrance of the self-built housing had steps; Zhou Yuwen from up to down, looking at his old father, while Zhou Guobin looked at Zhou Yuwen in front of him.

The son was still the same son, but...

Just a feeling that couldn't be expressed.

He found himself speaking to his son somewhat cautiously, suddenly at a loss for words.

Zhou Yuwen smiled at Zhou Guobin, "Dad, back?"

"Hmm." Zhou Guobin nodded.

The situation between father and son at this moment was indeed a little awkward, but luckily there was Liu Shuo nearby, who didn't understand the situation. They were just curious, "Hey uncle, why are you standing here? Come inside! Let's talk inside, come on."

So, Zhou Guobin was brought into the house.

After a while, Zhou Yuwen's mother returned home after buying groceries. Mrs. Zhou was not as awkward as Zhou Guobin, but at the door she was also startled by the presence of several bodyguards.

In the evening, Zhou Yuwen simply had dinner at home, while there were still bodyguards stationed outside.

Yang Lirong felt that having people stand there the whole time might not be good.

But Zhou Yuwen was casual, saying this was their job.

"Where will they sleep at night?"

Dining Liu Shuo grinned and said, "Auntie, don't worry about them, they sleep in the car?"