Chapter 79: Pretty Wife Meets Her Parents-in-law

"Excuse me, is this Miss Zhang?"

As soon as Zhang Ning walked out of the gate of Longhai Airport, he was stopped by a middle-aged man in his fifties.

"You are..." Zhang Ning looked at the person in front of him with some caution, fearing that he would be deceived accidentally.

"Hello, Miss Zhang. I'm the housekeeper of the Yang Mansion. The master and the others call me Yang Ming." The middle-aged man introduced himself with a smile.

"It's Uncle Ming." Zhang Ning smiled elegantly and greeted the old butler.

Uncle Ming had a very good impression of Zhang Ning. He had met Zhang Ning once or twice before Yang Huan went abroad. He only remembered that this woman was stunningly beautiful, but he did not have a very deep impression of her. But when he met her this time, he was very satisfied with Zhang Ning's cleverness.

As long as this person is smart, he can easily win the favor of others.

"The old master and the young master were very anxious when they heard that you were back. They asked me to pick you up at the airport. They said they wanted to know more about the young master, as well as the mistress and the young mistress."

Uncle Ming took the initiative to help Zhang Ning take the luggage in her hands, and on the way out of the waiting hall, he explained his reasons.

The master is Yang Huan’s grandfather, Yang Baoping. Even though he has retired behind the scenes, everyone knows that he is still the head of the Yang family. As for the young master, needless to say, everyone knows that it is Yang Wenfeng.

Zhang Ning followed the butler Uncle Ming with some trepidation to the parking lot, got into an Audi, and drove away from the airport.

She was a little worried about how Yang Huan's family would view her.

In the past, she had no other thoughts about Yang Huan, or rather, there was only a transactional relationship between the two of them, so she didn't care much about how Yang Huan's family viewed her, but now it's different.

Now, her heart is connected to Yang Huan, and she naturally hopes that she can win the favor of Yang Huan's family.

But the more this happened, the more uneasy she became, because she knew her origin and family background very well.

She felt like Cinderella waiting for the crystal slippers to appear.

The question is, that's a fairy tale, can it happen in reality?

"Ms. Zhang." Uncle Ming was driving in front. He saw Zhang Ning's worried face in the back seat from the rearview mirror and knew what was going on.

"Our master, young master, and mistress are all very good people, and they love the young master very much, so you don't have to worry too much. No matter what the master and young master ask, you just need to answer truthfully."

"Thank you, Uncle Ming." Zhang Ning knew that the old butler was trying to wake him up.

In fact, with the power of the Yang family, they must know everything about what Yang Huan did in the UK, and Yang Wenfeng has always supported his son's entrepreneurship behind the scenes, especially with funds, and he is not stingy at all.

Zhang Ning had heard of the Yang Group before, but only when he actually came into contact with Yang Huan did he understand how big the Yang Group was. This company not only operates in real estate, automobile sales, retail, commercial banks and airlines, but also has five or six listed companies with a market value of more than 100 billion yuan.

Only by running such a large consortium could the Yang family allow Yang Huan to flourish in the UK.

However, it is difficult for ordinary people outside to understand this because the Yang family is so low-key.

When the security guard at the villa community at the foot of the mountain saw Yang Ming's Audi, he immediately came over, looked it over from front to back, and let it go after it passed the security check.

The Audi spiraled up along the flat yet rugged mountain road and soon reached the top of the mountain.

There is only one villa on the entire top of the mountain, and the others are slightly shorter than this one.

Zhang Ning knew that this was where the richest people in Longhai City gathered.

"Uncle Ming, you're back. The master and the young master are waiting in the living room."

When they arrived outside the villa, the servant opened the electric gate and let Audi in. There was a garden inside.

Zhang Ning had been here several times before, but had never had the chance to take a good look at the house.

Now I looked around curiously. Although I thought it was very grand, I knew that it was not too outstanding among the mansions of the rich. I guess this had something to do with the low-key nature of the Yang family.

At least this family didn't have a horde of servants.

"Let's go." Yang Ming got out of the car and walked towards the gate with Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning followed closely, and suddenly she felt determined to meet her parents-in-law even though she was an ugly daughter-in-law.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a spacious and bright hall with a set of mahogany furniture in the middle. The decoration of the entire hall also has a very traditional Chinese flavor, with screens and tables. It is simple but elegant, making people feel very comfortable.

"Master, Master, Miss Zhang is here!" Uncle Ming walked into the hall and went over to report.

"Here I am!" Yang Baoping said with a smile, sitting in the middle of the three-person table made of mahogany furniture.

Next to her was a kind and amiable old lady, who should be Yang Huan's grandmother. As for the person sitting on the double chair, it was Yang Wenfeng and Yang Huan's mother, whom Zhang Ning had met several times.

"Meet Mr. Yang..."

"Don't be polite, just sit down." Yang Wenfeng also interrupted her politeness with a smile, and pointed to the opposite side, "We don't have so many messy rules in our family, so you don't have to be too restrained."

"Thank you, Mr. Yang." Zhang Ning still felt very restrained.

She knew that Yang Baoping held a high position before his retirement, and Yang Wenfeng was now the helmsman of the Yang Group. It was impossible for any ordinary person to feel unrestrained when meeting them.

What's more, she has a lot of things hidden in her heart.

"Ah Huan, are you doing well in the UK? Are you getting used to it? Is your work busy?"

Zhang Ning had just sat down when Yang Huan's mother opposite him asked nervously about her son's condition.

Every time he called, he didn't give any details and he was always in a hurry. This precious son went abroad and was like a bird that had been set free and could not be controlled, so he could only get some information from Zhang Ning.

The more Yang Huan's mother looked at this beautiful girl, the more she liked her.

"Don't worry, Madam. Master Huan is doing fine in the UK. His work... isn't very busy." Zhang Ning replied with a bright smile.

If Yang Huan's work can be considered busy, then the workload of other people, especially those office white-collar workers, can be considered inhuman, not to mention those migrant workers working under the scorching sun.

"That's good." Yang Huan's mother heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this. "By the way, it should be very cold in England now, right?"

"It's okay. It's quite cool during the day, but it's a bit cold at night." Zhang Ning answered with a smile.

"Oh, then I have to call and remind him to put on more clothes."

Yang Wenfeng, who was standing by, snorted and laughed a few times in dissatisfaction. "Ah Huan is already 20 years old. He still needs you to remind him to put on clothes? Do you really think he is an immature and ignorant child? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if you tell others about it?"

"What a joke! In the eyes of every mother, they are always children who have not grown up." Yang Huan's mother refuted confidently, "You also blame me, I don't know who it is, every night there sighing and complaining, saying that I don't know how my son is doing in the UK, saying that there are intrigues in the business world outside, and don't let others scheme against him. Who said that?"

"I..." Yang Wenfeng is not the type to talk big.

"Okay, okay!" Yang Baoping was used to the bickering between his son and daughter-in-law. It had been going on for decades, and the more they bickered, the better their relationship became.

"It's the first time for a little girl to come here. She's not afraid of being laughed at."

It was the first time he saw Zhang Ning at the Yang family's house, and he thought it was her first time there.

After hearing Yang Baoping's words, Yang Wenfeng and his wife dared not fight anymore.

"Your name is Zhang Ning, right?" Yang Baoping looked at Zhang Ning with a smile.

The more I look at her, the more I think she is so beautiful. She is probably as pretty as the girl from the Zhuang family.

Fortunately, old man Zhuang always shows off his granddaughter, saying that she is the most beautiful in China, so he finds a chance for him to meet Zhang Ning.

Even our grandson's secretary is no worse than your precious granddaughter, why are you still showing off?

"Yes, Mr. Yang." Zhang Ning replied politely.

"Don't call me old gentleman or old master. Just follow Ah Huan and call me grandpa."

"I..." Zhang Ning was about to say I dare not, but seeing Yang Baoping's majestic and encouraging eyes, she took back the words she was about to say, "Okay, Grandpa Yang."

Although there was one more Yang, it was not bad either. Yang Baoping accepted it with a smile.

"Tell me, what did Ah Huan do in the UK?" He wanted to know more so that he could brag about it in front of a group of old friends one day to avoid these guys always saying that Yang Huan was a prodigal son.

"When Young Master Huan first arrived in the UK, he bought a football club called Southampton and invested more than 100 million pounds in transfer operations. Currently, the team is ranked first in the English League One."

Yang Baoping listened and hummed, "I heard that this team is still losing money, right?"

"Yes." Zhang Ning nodded and replied, "It's mainly because of the huge pressure of transfer investment and player salaries. However, the outside world's assessment of Southampton's market value has rapidly increased from 20 million pounds in the past to more than 150 million pounds now. If they can be promoted from League One to the Championship this season, I believe the value will increase further."

Yang Baoping listened and smiled faintly, "Can it be upgraded?"

"The team is currently ranked first in English Football League One and has always insisted on playing offensive football. The style of play is very pleasing and the fans like it very much. There will be basically no problem with promotion." Zhang Ning is very confident about this.

Who would believe that a lineup with so many superstars cannot be upgraded?

"Go on." Yang Baoping nodded.

"Master Huan also founded an Internet company and launched WeChat. Currently, there are nearly 30 million users around the world using this app, and the number of users is still increasing at a very fast rate."

Yang Baoping smiled again, "I heard that you didn't make any money either, right?"

Zhang Ning couldn't figure out Yang Baoping's thoughts and was a little panicked, but he still nodded, "Yes, we haven't found a profit model yet."

But soon, she defended herself by saying, "According to the current business model of foreign Internet companies, the most important thing is how to attract users. Once you have users, you can slowly find a profit model."

"Yeah." Yang Baoping did not comment. Anyway, he didn't understand anything about the Internet.

"I heard that you guys recently made a game?"

When talking about this game, Yang Wenfeng burst out laughing, "Is it true that Ah Huan specially hired someone to develop this game for Long Wu?"

Zhang Ning found it a little funny and didn't know whether he should answer yes or no.

It seems that Yang Huan did say that he wanted to develop a game for Long Wu, but later it seemed different.

"I'm not sure about the details. We don't know what Young Master Huan is thinking."

Yang Huan's mother looked at Zhang Ning and smiled ambiguously, "Even you don't know?"

Zhang Ning heard the hidden meaning and her face turned red all of a sudden. She lowered her head and shook it from side to side.

Seeing her like this, the four elders in the hall all laughed.

"I've seen reports about your game in the newspapers recently. I'm an old-fashioned person and can't keep up with the entrepreneurial ideas of you young people. Just tell me briefly. This game is so popular now. I heard that it has won the first place in a ranking list in many countries. Can it make money?"

When this was mentioned, Zhang Ning, who had been feeling a little low in morale, suddenly became confident.

He nodded heavily and hummed, "This game makes money."

This is also the only project that can generate income that Yang Huan has come up with after all his time in the UK.

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