Many children, many blessings; the story begins with revenge against the beautiful boss.

Cao Kun's parents have always lived here, and most of the neighbors are old acquaintances, mostly former colleagues from the factory.

He grew up in this neighborhood and is familiar with every plant and tree here. Many of his father's old colleagues also know him.

The convoy drove directly into the residential area and went straight to Cao Kun's building.

Six or seven black Audis were lined up in a row, stretching for more than ten meters.

An old man sunbathing downstairs was startled by this striking scene and almost fell off his old-fashioned recliner.

Although he couldn't identify the specific car models, he recognized all the black Audis.

Immediately afterwards, a burly man as tall as an iron tower got out of the driver's seat.

The doors of the following Audis opened simultaneously, and more than a dozen bodyguards in black filed out, creating a solemn scene.

The old man was stunned: Who the hell is this? He's got such a high-class vibe.

Wang Meng opened the car door, and Cao Kun got out.

The old man squinted for a long time, then asked incredulously, "Cao...Cao Kun? You're Cao Kun?"

Cao Kun was taken aback, then turned to look at the old man and said with a smile, "Uncle Liu, you're in good health."

Grandpa Liu stroked his beard with a smug look, shaking his head and saying, "Of course, almost all of my old colleagues who retired with me are dead."

Cao Kun: "..."

After a long pause, Old Man Liu looked Cao Kun up and down, and tentatively asked, "Young Cao, you... have you struck it rich?"

Cao Kun waved his hand: "I only made a tiny bit of money, a little over a hundred million."

Grandpa Liu quickly said:

"Then you'd better go home and check on things. There's some idiot blocking your door every day for the past few days, demanding that your dad pay back the money. The whole neighborhood is in an uproar."

Cao Kun was stunned. There was such a thing? His mother had never told him about it.

He didn't care about anything else, waved to Grandpa Liu, and led everyone upstairs.

Cao Kun's home is on the third floor. As soon as he reached the entrance of the building, he heard rude shouts and curses coming from upstairs.

"Cao Tianheng! You bastard, pay me back right now!"

Then came a series of loud bangs on the door, which shook the iron gate in the stairwell.

Cao Kun's face darkened, and he rushed up to the third floor in three quick steps.

As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he saw a fat, bald man carrying a bucket of red paint, blocking his doorway.

Cao Kun looked closely and recognized him as his cousin, Cao Tianyong.

The two families' grandfathers were brothers in their generation, so they were close relatives.

But Cao Tianyong's face turned red, and he shouted loudly into the doorway:

"Cao Tianheng, you bastard, you swindled me out of 230,000 yuan, and you're trying to hide in your house and not come out, are you?"

"Fine! I'll renovate your house!"

As he spoke, Cao Tianyong raised the bucket of red paint high in his hand, as if to splash it at Cao Kun's doorstep.

Cao Kun sneered and was about to make a move.

Wang Meng, who was beside him, was even faster. In a flash, he leaped over several steps and rushed to Cao Tianyong's side.

Wang Meng reached out and grabbed Cao Tianyong's arm, which was about to splash paint. He held it tightly like an iron clamp, making it impossible for Cao Tianyong to move.

Wang Meng looked at Cao Kun, awaiting his instructions.

Cao Kun gave him a look, and Wang Meng immediately understood.

"Splash~"

An entire bucket of red paint was poured over Cao Tianyong's head without reservation!

Cao Tianyong's head and face were completely covered in paint, instantly turning him into a little red man.

"Oh dear! I'm so angry..."

Cao Tianyong screamed as paint poured into his mouth, rendering him speechless and only allowing him to utter a few indistinct sobs.

"Boss, there's too much paint, please don't come up yet," Wang Meng said in a muffled voice.

Cao Kun immediately led everyone back two steps.

Then, Wang Meng picked up Cao Tianyong like a chick and poured the remaining paint down his collar.

They even thoughtfully shook it a few times to ensure the paint was mixed evenly.

Finally, Wang Meng pulled off Cao Tianyong's jacket and carefully wiped away the splattered areas around it.

"Alright, boss, you can come up now."

Cao Kun's lips twitched, thinking to himself: This Wang Meng is really a damn interesting person.

He went to the door and knocked gently: "Dad, Mom, it's me. It's alright, please open the door."

Upon hearing Cao Kun's voice, Cao Tianyong, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead, suddenly stirred.

He forcefully wiped the paint off his face, revealing two round, small eyes, staring at Cao Kun in shock: "Kun Ya Zi? You are... Kun Ya Zi?"

Cao Tianyong's voice trembled, and he was completely stunned.

He stared blankly at the scene in the hallway:

Cao Kun was dressed in a sharp suit and exuded a calm and composed aura. Fu Die followed behind him, carrying a file folder.

Besides Wang Meng, a dozen or so bodyguards in black were crowded in the corridor, making a noisy scene.

The procession looked like a great VIP on a tour, with Cao Kun surrounded by a throng of people.

This...this...is this right? Isn't Cao Tianheng's son just an ordinary laborer?

Why do you look so imposing now, like a big boss?

Cao Kun seemed not to hear his question.

Cao Kun had originally thought that if Cao Tianyong came to his door and spoke politely, he could plead with him.

To maintain harmony among relatives, the 200,000 yuan was given away.

Anyway, Cao Kun is not short of money now, and he is willing to spend the money as long as his parents are happy.

But he never expected that Cao Tianyong would be so ungrateful.

It's understandable that he was greedy for that little bit of interest and pushed all the risks onto his father, but when the project went wrong, he actually came to their door to demand repayment.

How can someone like that be considered a relative?

He doesn't deserve a single penny.

A short while later, a slight sound of a door opening came from inside the house, and the iron door slowly opened.

Xu Ruyun's figure was visible through the crack in the door.

She looked like she had just been crying; her eyes were red, her hair was a little messy, and she looked much more haggard.

She carefully pushed open half of the door and peered out through the crack.

Upon seeing that it really was Cao Kun standing there, she froze, and tears almost welled up in her eyes again.

"Kun Ya Zi!"

She called out in a trembling voice.

Seeing his mother's expression of surprise, joy, and worry, Cao Kun felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

He quickly stepped forward, hugged her tightly, and gently patted her back.

"Okay, Mom, it's alright now, I'm back, don't be afraid."

He raised his head, his expression turning cold, pointed to Cao Tianyong, who was covered in paint and still in a daze, and gave a curt order:

"You two keep an eye on him, Wang Meng, Fu Die, come inside with me."

"Yes."

Wang Meng responded in a low voice, and Fu Die nodded as well.

The remaining bodyguards immediately lined up on both sides, keeping a close watch on Cao Tianyong.

The three followed Valen Hsu into the house.

Fu Die peeked out curiously, wanting to see what the boss's hometown looked like.

The house wasn't large, but it was cozy and clean, with the furniture neatly arranged and spotless, showing that the lady of the house was capable and hardworking.

The balcony is filled with green plants, there are a few fishing rods in the corner, and a family photo hangs on the wall, exuding an atmosphere of love for life.

Sitting on the sofa was a short, stout middle-aged man, Cao Kun's father, Cao Tianheng.

His hair was gray, his complexion was sallow, and the wrinkles around his eyes were deeper than I remembered.

She looked exhausted, as if she hadn't slept well for several days.