3: Chapter 3, what [Immortal Venerable Voice Pack]? I suggest you immediately rename it to [Jiahao Voice Pack].

The moment the villa's front door was pushed open.

Chen Fan stood in the foyer, looking up at the giant crystal chandelier overhead, his mouth forming a small "O" shape.

Radiantly colorful.

This was a word he had always seen in novels before, and today was the first time he truly understood it.

The curved spiral staircase spiraled upward, with dark solid wood handrails that felt warm and smooth to the touch.

The floor tiles in the lobby were so shiny they could reflect a person's figure as one walked on them.

A faint aroma of aromatherapy drifted in the air, not some cheap air freshener, but that kind of refreshing Advanced fragrance.

Wang Xiaoyun held his hand and introduced the rooms one by one.

"This is the reception room, usually used by your dad to entertain guests."

"This is the media room. If you want to watch a movie, ask Nanny Liu to set up the equipment for you."

"This is the gym. The equipment is all imported. Your four older sisters run here for half an hour every morning."

"This is the backyard pool. It is temperature-controlled so you can swim in the winter too."

"..."

Chen Fan acted like a bumpkin who had just entered the city, his head turning like a rattle-drum, and a pair of eyes were simply not enough to take it all in.

Is this TM a home?

The partitioned room in the urban village he used to live in was not even as big as the foyer here.

Isn't this too luxurious?!

Such towering extravagance!

Even more luxurious than the mansions in TV dramas!!!

Watching her dear son look around in amazement like someone who had never seen the world.

Wang Xiaoyun and her husband felt both heartache and amusement.

At the same time, a sense of satisfaction surged in their hearts from successfully flexing in front of their dear son.

Just at that moment.

A cold voice rang out abruptly.

[Mere rooms piled up with bricks and tiles, a few unbearable tacky ornaments, and you want to flex in front of this Venerable?]

[You want to dazzle this Venerable and make him feel adoration?]

[Ridiculous.]

[Just a bunch of Mortal mundanities, what is there worth praising?]

[The Immortal Cave that this Venerable casually set up back then had a front yard alone measuring three hundred miles, with spiritual springs winding around the halls and celestial cranes holding spiritual mushrooms in their beaks.]

[Take out any random side hall, and it would be more than ten times larger than this mansion.]

[That is what you call celestial majesty.]

Before the couple could put away the upward curves of their mouths, they were choked by several undisguised expressions of disgust.

[Look at these hanging paintings, with exaggerated brushwork and tacky, flashy colors, hanging on the wall to pollute this Venerable's Dharma Eye. And you call this art?]

[And this row of antique shelves, what kind of nonsense is displayed on them?]

[The so-called Ming Dynasty vase has a crude body texture and a dull glaze color. Placed in this Venerable's Immortal Cave back then, it wouldn't even qualify to be used as a table leg pad.]

[And this swimming pool——]

The voice pack paused, its tone growing even more disdainful.

[Back in the day, there was a spiritual spring behind this Venerable's Immortal Cave, three hundred zhang wide and bottomless.]

[The spring water contained Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. A single sip by a Mortal could prolong life, and a quarter of an hour soaking by a Cultivator could cleanse the marrow and renew the tendons.]

[That pool was countless tens of thousands of times larger than your sesame-sized pool.]

[Every morning upon waking, this Venerable would meditate by the spring, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, and exhaling and inhaling Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.]

[And... sigh, forget it, whatever~~~~]

[Talking about these things with worldly Mortals is just like playing the lute to a cow.]

[After all, in your eyes, these tacky objects are the best things under heaven.]

[With different horizons, there is no need to force integration.]

The voice pack was still chattering endlessly.

But Chen Fan had already silently covered his forehead with his hand.

No, big brother.

I am just touring a house, why are you starting to grand flex like this?

Still "Immortal Cave"?

Why don't you say you lived in the Heavenly Palace?

Still "celestial cranes holding spiritual mushrooms"?

Why don't you say a Phoenix was guarding the door for you?

I suggest you stop calling yourself the [immortal venerable voice pack].

You might as well just rename yourself to [Grand Flex voice pack].

You can flex way too hard! o(≧ mouth≦)o!

Every single quote aims for towering extravagance; you won't stop until you flex people to death!!!

Chen Fan was roasting wildly in his heart, yet he still had to maintain a calm expression on his face.

Of course, no one cared about his expression at the moment.

Because Wang Xiaoyun and her husband beside him were busy rolling their eyes.

Isn't this child's imagination a bit too rich?

Does he really take himself for a Rebirth Immortal Venerable in a novel?

The home they took so much pride in was actually belittled by him as utterly worthless?! (•́へ•́╬)

Why don't you just fly up to the heavens?

Wang Xiaoyun took a deep breath and continuously built herself up mentally.

——Do not argue with a patient.

——He has persecutory delusions.

——He is your biological son who has been separated for eighteen years, not your enemy from your past life.

Right, the son is sick.

Hold it in, Wang Xiaoyun.

You are his biological mother, not his stepmother.

You must be patient.

Do not argue with him.

Endure!!!

As for Chen Jianguo on the side?

He had already bitten his back molars tightly.

What kind of big-tailed wolf is this brat pretending to be here?

When he went to the urban village to pick him up, he had seen that rental room with his own eyes.

Cramped and damp.

Pushing open the door revealed a bed right away, the windows were pasted with newspapers, and large patches of mold grew in the corners of the walls.

The whole room was so small that even turning around took effort.

Standing in that room back then, his eye sockets stung for a long time, and he forced himself not to let tears fall.

Now look at him, moving into the most expensive area of Modu, yet he actually starts disdaining it.

But on second thought.

This child making up some Immortal Cave or spiritual spring is simply because of his extreme distrust of family affection in his heart.

That is why he tried to resist using spiritual victory methods, wanting to prove that he doesn't need family.

As a father, he still needed to be more magnanimous.

Do not argue with him.

Endure!!!

The couple quickly adjusted their mindset, piled up gentle smiles again, and said:

"Xiaofan, there are many empty rooms at home. Take a look and see which one you want to live in? Pick whatever you like."

"..."

Chen Fan scratched his head.

He looked at those guest rooms one by one, and each one was a hundred times better than the place he used to live in.

They had independent bathrooms, huge floor-to-ceiling windows, soft and big beds, and some even had a small balcony.

He would be very satisfied with whichever one.

"Dad and Mom, whatever you arrange is fine. I can live anywhere."

"..."

Chen Fan smiled obediently.

[Heh.]

[Pick whatever you like? Well said.]

[Do you really think this Venerable would believe it?]

Chen Fan's smile froze.

Here it comes, the Grand Flex Immortal Venerable is at it again.

[If this Venerable were to say that I want the largest and best room, which is the one your precious adopted son is currently living in.]

[How would you respond then? Would you dare to give it?!]

Wang Xiaoyun and her husband's eyelids twitched.

They remained silent.

[Why aren't you talking? Are you mute?]

[Heh, this Venerable knew it. Saying pick whatever you like with your mouths is just polite talk.]

[If it really comes to touching the Fake Young Master's interests, you guys would be the first to flip out.]

[Wasn't it just like this in my previous life?]

[When this Venerable first returned, it was the same rhetoric. The moment this Venerable actually chose that room, your expressions changed on the spot——]

The voice pack suddenly started speaking in Yin and Yang tones, pinching its voice to imitate the tone of some biased parents.

["Xiaofan, Jing Ci has grown up accustomed to living in this room."]

["If you suddenly make him move out, and his health isn't good, isn't this taking his life?"]

["Can you be more magnanimous? Why are you fighting with Jing Ci for things the moment you return?"]

["How about you live in the basement first? The basement is actually quite spacious."]

["Anyway, what hardships haven't you suffered outside before? What's wrong with living in the basement? Don't forget your identity!"]

The voice pack learned it vividly, as if it had heard it with its own ears countless times.

[Then, this Venerable would be arranged to live in that basement that leaked wind and rain.]

[Damp, chilly, and seeing no sunlight all year round.]

[In this lifetime, this Venerable will never accept this kind of humiliation.]

Chen Fan: "..."

It's over.

This Grand Flex Immortal Venerable is beyond saving.

Terminal stage of persecutory delusions, suggested to be buried directly.

As for what it said, Chen Fan didn't believe a single word.

After all, from meeting until now, Wang Xiaoyun and her husband had shown him all kinds of warmth and concern, and their attitude of making amends was down-to-earth and sincere.

How could such parents drive him to live in the basement just because they favored the adopted son?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!!

And that bad idea of intentionally choosing the Fake Young Master's room.

He simply regarded the voice pack as farting!

Back when they were swapped at birth, the Fake Young Master was just a baby, what did he know?

This mix-up from beginning to end had nothing to do with him whatsoever.

Both parties were victims, why be at swords' points the moment they met?

Chen Fan had already thought it through.

Once he met that Fake Young Master, he would politely call him "giegie".

From then on, well water would not river water, living in peaceful coexistence.

Anyway, the Chen family was so rich; having one more adopted son wouldn't affect him living high on the hog, so there was no need to fight others for favor.

Those brainless short dramas where true and false young masters scheme against each other and fight to the death.

Whenever he swiped across them usually, he would just scroll past.

Boring.

Exhausting.