Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 670 - 243: A Visit to Han Meimei’s Home, The Family’s Gratitude!
"Thank you, thank you to the company for standing up for us, we are very satisfied." Mrs. Han was quick to respond.
Mr. Han nodded in agreement, indicating that he was satisfied with both the speed and the severity of the punishment.
"Honey, you should hurry and prepare a feast. We owe this perfect resolution to Sun, after all." Mrs. Han said with a grateful expression.
"Alright, I’ll be right on it."
But he was quickly stopped by the swift Sun Dasheng.
"There’s no need to be so formal. After all, Mei Mei and I are good friends, so it’s only right to help out. Don’t you think so, Han Meimei?"
"Ah? Oh, yes." Han Meimei snapped out of it and, holding her parents’ arms, said, "Sun... brother, we’re all family, no need to be so polite."
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Han lightly slapped her daughter’s hand and said, "Silly girl, even if he’s your good friend, when someone helps our family this much, we should at least express our gratitude."
"Hurry along, Old Han." Mrs. Han urged again.
"Alright." Mr. Han turned to leave.
Once more, he was stopped by Sun Dasheng.
He was a bit amused and felt overwhelmed by the family’s enthusiasm.
But it was hard to keep refusing their kindness.
However, their family’s situation didn’t seem great, and it wasn’t wise to spend too much outside.
So he proposed a compromise: "Since you and Auntie are so generous, it would be rude for me to refuse. How about this, I’ve always heard Mei Mei say Auntie’s cooking is excellent. I wonder if I might have the privilege to try it?"
Great.
In fact.
This suggestion was really good.
Eating at home made everyone feel more like... as the daughter would put it: part of the family.
"Alright, Old Han, then go to the supermarket and buy some good pork hocks. This time, I’ll show everyone my exceptional skills." Mrs. Han seemed very pleased.
This time, Sun Dasheng didn’t stop them.
Outside the hospital, Da Yong quietly left after receiving a message from his boss.
This also provided Mr. and Mrs. Han with a reasonable explanation.
This time, the car used was the company’s vehicle, not his personal one.
As for the personal car, it was sitting at home collecting dust. They rarely used it since traffic was always jammed, and they usually took the subway to work.
"Let’s take a taxi home," Mrs. Han suggested.
Sun Dasheng immediately noticed the pained look on her face, indicating that taking a taxi was a rare or even extravagant expense for them.
He guessed that normally they either used shared bikes or the city buses, or simply walked.
So he quickly declined: "Auntie, why take a taxi? It’s a waste of money. We can just take the bus home."
Mrs. Han’s impression of him improved even further.
Smart, handsome, capable, frugal...
All these qualities seemed to match her criteria for a son-in-law?
They resonated perfectly with her heart.
Her expression toward him became even more kind.
She even let go of her daughter’s hand and proactively held Sun Dasheng’s hand: "Let Sun help me out."
Leaving Han Meimei standing there dumbfounded.
Could her mom change affection so quickly?
She was just calling her daughter a dear little cotton-padded jacket.
And now it’s immediately discarded like an old ragged jacket?
Of course, this was just an exaggerated expression, but it was how Han Meimei felt inside.
.....
Han Meimei’s family lived on the outskirts.
But it wasn’t too far from the factory.
Since the factory was also on the outskirts due to land considerations.
The neighborhood was quite new, but their home was rented.
The rent was relatively cheap (for Shanghai City standards).
So the couple’s salaries allowed them to comfortably support a daughter in college without too much burden.
And that’s why Han Meimei had enough money to go on a graduation trip with Cui Linglong.
"Our home is simple, sorry if it makes you laugh, Sun."
"Auntie, what are you saying? Your home furnishings are very cozy. It’s clear to see this is a household that knows how to live well."
Sun Dasheng’s words were not just flattery.
It was a small two-bedroom apartment.
But the artistic pieces, decorations, and ornaments inside added a lot of artistic flair to the home.
And the soft furnishings were all in warm tones, giving the home an even more welcoming and cozy atmosphere.
"You all watch TV for a bit, when Old Han returns with groceries, Auntie will cook for you."
Mrs. Han was bustling about, placing washed fruits on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "These fruits are Mei Mei’s favorites. I hope they suit your taste too."
Sun Dasheng quickly stood up, "Auntie, you don’t need to trouble yourself, we can’t finish all these, there’s no need to bring more out."
Looking at the apples, pears, bananas, grapes, tangerines, oranges, and pomelos covering more than half the coffee table, Sun Dasheng understood that this family lived practically.
There were no fancy imported fruits.
Just the everyday fruits consumed by ordinary people.
Han Meimei nudged her daughter sitting on the sofa watching TV, "Mei Mei, don’t you have any sense? Go peel an apple for Sun."
Han Meimei pouted at her seemingly ’strange’ mom but couldn’t do anything about it, after all, her mother was the boss of the house.
She could only reluctantly pick up a fruit knife and start peeling an apple.
"Auntie, you go about your tasks, Mei Mei and I can handle things here, no need to be so formal."
"Alright then, I’ll go tidy up the rooms."
Seeing her mom head into the bedroom, Han Meimei immediately started to complain, "Handsome Uncle, this is the first time I’ve seen my mom treat a guy so well."
Then she added a qualifier: "I mean, a guy I know."
