Chen Qingyang glanced at him and found an old lady dressed in plain clothes standing in the crowd. He quickly pushed the door and got out of the car without saying a word.

"It turns out that our eldest young master is back."

A voice that was not very harmonious sounded around, and there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Chen Qingyang's aftertaste glanced at the other party and found that it was someone from Chen Qingyan's mother's house. He didn't care too much about him, and walked straight towards the old lady.

"Grandma, why are you coming out? It's windy outside, hurry up and go in." Chen Qingyang's tone was filled with a hint of "blame". He quickly stepped forward and reached out to support the old lady.

The old lady was Chen Qingyang's grandmother Zhao Lanxin. She was not tall, her white hair was very serious, without any messiness, and in the slightly sunken eye sockets, her gentle eyes were now flashing with kind eyes.

Everyone present knew that Zhao Lanxin would only show such kind gaze in front of her eldest grandson. Chen Qingyan and Chen Qingrui behind her couldn't help but cast envious gazes, which were the kindness they could not understand.

"It's okay, grandma is still very strong. Let grandma see if you have lost weight?" As he said that, Zhao Lanxin stretched out her well-maintained hand and gently stroked Chen Qingyang's face.

Chen Qingyang grinned and said, "Grandma, you have repeatedly told me before going out that I dare not to feel wronged myself. Not only was it not thin, but it was also much stronger."

Indeed, since the broken meridians were repaired, Chen Qingyang's body had already recovered completely, which was a world of difference from his sick two months ago.

"Yes, it's really strong." Zhao Lan smiled with satisfaction, very relieved.

"Rui'er, what's wrong with you? Why are you injured? Who did it?" At this time, a graceful and luxurious woman walked to Chen Qingrui with a gloomy face, checked the injuries on his body, and a sharp cold light appeared in her eyes.

"Yan'er, are you injured too?" Another woman with the same noble and elegant temperament quickly walked to Chen Qingyan's side, and her face looked extremely ugly.

"Mom, we're fine. We just went out to meet a few guys who were blind and fought with them. Fortunately, my brother showed up to save us." Chen Qingyan shrugged and said.

"Mom, thanks to my elder brother, we would be in great trouble." Chen Qingrui next to him also echoed.

When the two women heard that it was Chen Qingyang who saved their son, their expressions on their faces were a little gloomy and sunny.

"You are still from a wealthy family. Qingyang saved your son. Can't you even say thank you?" Zhao Lanxin said calmly, but his voice was like a knife stabbing into the hearts of the two women, making their faces even more ugly.

"Grandma, forget it, Qingyan and the others are my brothers, it's time for me to save them." Chen Qingyang said.

Although he didn't like Chen Bailang's two concubines, Chen Qingyang had no prejudice against their two sons, otherwise he wouldn't have rushed over to save them personally.

"You treat others as brothers, but some people don't think you are their brothers." Zhao Lanxin said with a hint of mocking.

Anyone can hear that the "some people" in Zhao Lan's heart refer to Chen Qingyan's mother Yang Hui and Chen Qingrui's mother Luo Shuyu.

No one around dared to interrupt, and everyone was silent.

Yang Hui and Luo Shuyu have good psychological qualities. Over the years, they have been accustomed to Zhao Lanxin's sarcasm, and their faces quickly returned to calm. They thanked Chen Qingyang in a calm and unrestrained manner.

Chen Qingyang just nodded politely, and then helped Zhao Lanxin into the Chen family courtyard.

Walking through the courtyard, there is an extremely luxurious restaurant with a dining table made of precious trees in the middle. It is more than ten meters long and is enough to accommodate thirty people to eat.

This restaurant is not open on weekdays, so it only takes a meal here when there are too many guests during festivals.

It is already past eight o'clock in the evening, and many people are already roaring hungry, but no one dares to complain because they all know that before Chen Qingyang comes back, no one dares to let the kitchen serve food.

"It's finally time to start a meal. Hurry up, let the kitchen serve food." A middle-aged man with a buzz cut could not wait to instruct the servants of the Chen family.

"Slow down, what's your name?" Zhao Lanxin suddenly asked at the middle-aged man with a cold face.

The middle-aged man with a buzz cut was stunned and said quickly: "Grandma Zhao, my name is Yang Jie, and I am Qingyan's second uncle. I have been to the Chen family several times before, but you may have forgotten."

Seeing Zhao Lanxin's cold face, Yang Jie couldn't help but feel scared, not understanding why she asked her name.

"Get out!" Zhao Lanxin shouted without hesitation, her tone full of doubts.

At this moment, everyone around was stunned. Except for Chen Qingyang, he seemed to have guessed why his grandmother asked Yang Jie to get out.

Yang Jie's face suddenly turned pale, and he asked with confusion: "Grandma Zhao, is there anything wrong with me that makes you so angry?"

Zhao Lanxin sneered and said, "My Chen family does not welcome sarcastic people, get out of the Chen family immediately."

Yang Jie stepped back in a daze. He finally understood why Zhao Lanxin was targeting him. It turned out that he accidentally said something sarcastic when Chen Qingyang got off the car, but unexpectedly he was hated by Zhao Lanxin.

"Grandma Zhao, I think there must be some misunderstandings in this. If I say something that shouldn't have made you angry, I can apologize." Yang Jie tried his best to lower his posture and said.

"No need, get out!" Zhao Lan said mercilessly.

Yang Jie looked at his sister Yang Hui helplessly, looking forward to her pleading with Zhao Xinlan. If he was kicked out of the Chen family by Zhao Lanxin this time, then he would never step into the Chen family again in his life.

Yang Hui's face was not good at this time. She opened her mouth, but she swallowed it again when she said something.

She knew Zhao Lanxin's temper. Once she decided on something, even Chen Bailang would not dare to say a word here. In the end, she lowered her head and pretended not to see it.

Seeing that his sister didn't help him, a cold look flashed in Yang Jie's eyes. Although he was hiding it well, he was still caught by Chen Qingyang.

Chen Qingyan, his second uncle, doesn't seem to be a good guy.

Without saying a word, Yang Jie turned around and strided out of the restaurant gate.

At this moment, everyone deeply realized how much Zhao Lanxin was for Chen Qingyang, the grandson.

The sumptuous dinner was served soon. Although everyone was hungry, they had no appetite. With Yang Jie's lessons before, they all showed a lot of restraint.

However, the two brothers Chen Qingyan and Chen Qingrui were not affected at all, and they feasted on their dishes and chopsticks.
Chapter completed!