I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 223 Wild Ghosts (Third Update)
My mother is indeed very efficient.

With his financial power paving the way, Bai Xuan was already sitting in first class just an hour and a half later.

Before takeoff, the pretty mom made a pretty call to the board of directors, canceling the meeting that was supposed to be held today, and said, "Clean up your own mess. I'm not putting diapers on these fifty-something brats."

Bai Xuan had no basic concept of her mother's current social status, nor did she care about her mother's business success or failure. Rather, she found it hard to imagine her beautiful mother suffering a complete defeat. Ren Qinglan seemed to be living the role of a female demon queen, the kind of character that would make even the most arrogant protagonists look up to her in a TV drama.

She pressed the button and summoned a flight attendant.

A well-dressed and beautiful flight attendant walked over gracefully and parked her cart nearby.

Ren Qinglan raised her hand, wanting a glass of red wine, and then noticed Bai Xuan's gaze.

"I don't stop you from drinking normally, but is it necessary to drink to embolden yourself just to see your grandmother?" Bai Xuan advised the Empress Dowager with a hint of provocation.

Ren Qinglan immediately snorted: "Fine then, give me a glass of orange juice, freshly squeezed... and a cup of coffee for this kid with a bad stomach who refuses to be a freeloader, the kind made with instant packets."

The flight attendant politely replied, "Okay, Mr. Ren."

Bai Xuan couldn't understand this, so he leaned closer and asked, "When did you invest in the private jet company?"

"I only hold 20% of the shares," Ren Qinglan said calmly. "It's an exchange of business interests. Since you don't want to take over my position, why ask so many questions?"

Bai Xuan rested his chin on his hand: "I don't care about these things. If I have ten million in savings in this lifetime, just buying dividend shares of the five major banks will be enough for me to live a very comfortable life."

"Heh..." Ren Qinglan said disdainfully, "You really are your father's son. That's all you've got. He can choke on being a gigolo, and you're here fantasizing about farming with a golden hoe."

"If you take over my job and go to Japan, business people will bring several popular female celebrities to dinner with you that very night."

What are female celebrities? Even if the Empress invited me to dinner, I wouldn't bother to accept.

Bai Xuan remained silent, quietly opening the snacks and stuffing the chocolate beans into his mouth.

Modern people's imagination of the feudal era is too conservative; they simply don't understand what it means to be above ten thousand people.

While power and wealth in modern society can certainly wield immense influence, they are ultimately constrained by human rights. People are born of human mothers, not to kneel and be slaves, but to stand tall and make something of themselves.

Even if one were to take on a menial, subservient job as a waiter, it would only be a temporary act of forbearance.

Even a beggar retains the most basic dignity in a modern society; this is written in black and white in the constitution.

However, things were different in feudal society. No matter how beautiful or professional a flight attendant was, or how popular and adored a female celebrity was, she was no match for the female officials in the palace when it came to serving others. In fact, she was completely outclassed by the little maid, Green Ivy, in terms of professional competence.

After all, the latter lacks the basic conditions for realizing one's life value; their very existence is for serving their master.

When it comes to enjoyment, although there are various inconveniences in the world of true cultivation, the evil feudal system would point fingers and say that it is far too conservative to make a fuss about 'how to treat people as consumables'—modern society and even capitalism are simply too conservative.

He had already enjoyed those supreme powers and statuses.

To wield power over the world while awake, and to rest one's head on the lap of a beautiful woman while drunk... it's fair to say that he has experienced the ultimate dream of men.

I'd give it a mediocre rating, if I may.

It's good, but my moral standards are too high. I'm always thinking about doing something, which just makes me work myself to death.

There's no time to listen to music in brothels.

If we're talking about pure enjoyment, then it's definitely more enjoyable to be a general charging into battle mindlessly, or to be a plagiarist whose name is known throughout the land.

"What are you secretly laughing at?" Ren Qinglan looked at her eldest son with the eyes of someone looking at a simpleton.

Bai Xuan waved his hand after regaining his senses: "It's nothing, son. I don't like Japanese adult film actresses (the prefix 'AV' must be added to refer to adult film stars)."

"Oh? So you like the one without clothes?" Ren Qinglan raised an eyebrow: "It's not impossible, that just costs a little more money."

Bai Xuan almost choked, coughing several times before complaining, "You really are my mother."

"Isn't that right? There's no one better than a mother in this world. A child without a mother is like a blade of grass." Ren Qinglan said slowly, "I told you to listen to your mother, but you didn't. Sooner or later, you'll become grass on your mother's grave."

Bai Xuan didn't want to talk to her anymore and turned his head to look out the window.

The mother and son weren't that close to begin with, since they had only been living together for five years.

We usually only see each other once or twice every six months, and we call each other regularly, once at the beginning and once at the end of each month, just like routine reports.

"where?"

"at home."

"How's your body?"

"Alive."

Are you short of money?

"It's missing."

"Go earn it yourself."

"……Oh."

Extremely concise.

If the beautiful mother turned into a loving mother, sitting under the light and taking a needle to sew clothes for him, Bai Xuan would feel even more uncomfortable.

Ren Qinglan watched as Bai Xuan once again became a silent, taciturn man. She took a sip of orange juice, and her mood became involuntarily irritable, or rather, melancholy.

It's probably untrue to say I have no feelings for my own son.

However, she is not the kind of woman with abundant maternal love, and her relationship with her family of origin is very poor. Therefore, she does not know how to get along with her son naturally.

This was especially true after her husband passed away. Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and she has gradually begun to realize that after such a long period of incubation, it's time to plan ahead and wait for the IPO.

However, they discovered that the two had lost the bridge and channel for communication.

She would realize that she didn't really know Bai Xuan at all. Four years had passed, and he was completely different from the naive young man who had just graduated from high school.

The phrase "my son has grown up" was unfamiliar to Ren Qinglan; it felt like she had only turned around in the blink of an eye.

If it were someone else, Ren Qinglan might have sensed Bai Xuan's extraordinary aura much earlier.

Even if you throw him into a crowd, his presence is as rare as a phoenix feather. It has nothing to do with his appearance, but rather with an incredibly harmonious, transparent, and natural feeling. It's like a light in a dark room—not dazzling, but with an extremely strong presence. Once he appears, he will attract everyone's attention.

Her keen senses failed her only when it came to Bai Xuan. This was because, in a mother's eyes, no matter how old her son was, he was no different from the few pounds of meat she held in her hands.

At the same time, because Ren Qinglan was used to all kinds of gazes, she did not notice that many eyes had actually bypassed her and were mostly focused on Bai Xuan.

Especially the group of flight attendants who walked back and forth more than ten times in just half an hour. Even though there were hardly any passengers in the first class, they deliberately walked past him while secretly glancing at the young man sitting by the window. At the same time, they subtly lifted the height of their skirts, like peacocks spreading their tails. This did not mean that they had actually fallen in love at first sight or anything, but rather that the flight attendants were secretly betting on which girl would catch the attention of this young master from the board of directors first.

And they were all disappointed.

Bai Xuan closed his eyes to rest, not looking at anyone else.

When I arrived at the airport in the Japanese capital, it was raining heavily.

Steel migratory birds fly through the clouds, circling high in the sky, looking down at the steel jungle below, waiting for the time to return to their nests.

The crew was highly skilled, and the captain steadily controlled the aircraft in the strong winds and heavy rain. After circling for half a turn, the aircraft began to land and came to a smooth stop on the runway. After coming to a stop, the cabin lights were turned on, the boarding stairs were connected, and the rear cabin door opened.

The salty smell of the sea breeze mixed with the humid air rushed into my nostrils.

Bai Xuan looked at this unfamiliar city; it was his first time visiting this foreign land.

But this wasn't the first time for the pretty mom; she had already made a phone call before boarding the plane, and from now on, someone would naturally arrange all the itinerary.

Before leaving the plane, Bai Xuan found three business cards in his pocket with phone numbers on them.

The moment Ren Qinglan stepped off the plane, she took the business card, tore it up, and threw it in the trash can.

“They’re not good enough,” the pretty mom said.

"Why?" Bai Xuan asked casually, expecting to hear some strange answer, such as occupational discrimination, or that being too proactive must be a problem.

"You have no sense at all! Your own mother is still here, how dare you secretly flirt with my son?" Ren Qinglan sneered, "You would never get past me."

Bai Xuan: “…”

Pretty moms can be quite difficult to please.

When her son is around, all other women have to step aside, not even her daughter-in-law.

This is the authority of the head of the household.

……

After taking out his passport and passing through customs, Bai Xuan was still wondering when he got his visa, only to learn that he had visas in more than a dozen countries around the world.

Bai Xuan sized up his mother, wanting to ask—you're not going to go bankrupt one day and then transfer your assets...

We arrived at the airport exit.

A Maybach pulled up to the side of the road. A middle-aged man in a suit, holding an umbrella, bowed deeply upon meeting her: "It's a great honor to meet you, Ms. Ren."

Ren Qinglan said, "Yang Ye? Aren't you in the marketing department? When did you start managing logistics? Do you need to come personally to drive?"

"Job transfer." The middle-aged man surnamed Yang lowered his head and spoke meekly, without a trace of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"The car is ready."

"Please take a seat, and young master, please also take a seat."

The way he's addressed as "Young Master" suggests that he has high emotional intelligence.

Just as the car door opened and Ren Qinglan was about to get in, Bai Xuan grabbed her wrist.

"and many more."

Meeting the two men's astonished gazes, Bai Xuan slowly asked the middle-aged man, "Your car... is it secondhand?"

Yang Ye asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

Is it cheap?

“It’s a brand new Maybach from last year. Even though it’s a used one, it’s still over 90% of the original price. It’s not cheap. I still have 40% of the loan to pay off.” Yang Ye answered subconsciously, while his eyebrows danced with excitement. “Young Master, you also know a lot about cars? This car has plenty of horsepower, it’s a member of the four-second club, and the handling is excellent without affecting the riding experience. It’s also first-class for business reception. The back seats have massage, heating and ventilation. You can try it out later.”

Bai Xuan ignored him and said calmly, "I suggest you go find the middleman who sold you the car; you overpaid."

"what?"

"This car has been in an accident and someone has died in it."

His gaze fell on the back seat of the luxury car, where sat the vengeful spirit of a high school girl, her head covered in blood.

A flicker of interest crossed his eyes.

Such a complete wild wronged soul has never been seen in China before.

There are so many ghosts and monsters in Japan.

(End of this chapter)