My Mother-in-Law Gifted Me a Building

"We don’t need that many, do we?" Su Miaoke said, frowning.

"We do. When we get married, Zhao Liu, Jiang Tao, and all of your dad’s relatives and friends will be there. That’s not even including our business partners from Beihai City. Do you think a hundred parking spots will be enough? I feel like it might not be," Chu Feng said with a smile.

When Su Miaoke heard this, she counted on her fingers, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Honey, if you put it that way, you’re right. Of the older friends I know, there must be dozens, and at least ten or twenty of them would be able to come," Su Miaoke said.

Then there were Su Linsheng’s old friends and business partners, plus all the important people Chu Feng knew.

So, a hundred parking spaces really wasn’t a large number.

"Alright, I’ll listen to you, honey. Let’s have them design for two hundred parking spots. When there are no cars, it can be used as a grain-sunning ground for the village," Su Miaoke said with a smile.

"Yeah, that’s exactly what I was thinking. That way, it’ll be convenient for everyone to sun and harvest their grain," Chu Feng said, nodding.

Chu Yuntian and Chu Feng’s mother both got a headache listening to this.

But all of this was in preparation for the wedding, so Chu Yuntian didn’t say much more.

"Honey, I’ve sent the transfer." After completing the transaction, Su Miaoke showed Chu Feng her phone.

"Okay, let’s eat," Chu Feng said with a smile.

However, at this moment, the way Chu Yuntian, Chu Feng’s mother, and Chu Hao were looking at Chu Feng was a bit strange.

"Let’s eat. Why are the three of you staring at me?" Chu Feng asked.

The three of them didn’t speak, just started muttering under their breaths.

"Our son... isn’t he taking this ’living off a woman’ thing a bit too far?" Chu Feng’s mother said.

"Yeah, it’s pretty outrageous. If this weren’t really happening, I’d think I was dreaming," Chu Yuntian said, nodding.

"Could it be that my brother earned it himself?" Chu Hao said then.

"Impossible!" Chu Yuntian and Chu Feng’s mother said at the same time.

In their eyes, Chu Feng was completely riding on Su Miaoke’s coattails. There was no way he could earn so much money on his own.

Chu Feng actually heard their entire conversation, and he was utterly speechless.

Su Miaoke stifled a laugh beside him and said, "Did you hear that? They said you’re a freeloader."

Meanwhile, after cursing Chu Feng out, Designer Lin went back to eating his instant noodles.

Suddenly, he heard the notification sound of a text message. He wasn’t going to bother with it at first.

But then, for some reason, he picked up his phone and glanced at it anyway.

"Probably just another spam text from some scammers," he cursed. He was in a foul mood.

But when he saw the content of the message clearly, his eyes widened, and the instant noodles in his hand fell to the floor.

"HOLY SHIT!" Designer Lin let out a choice curse, his eyes bulging.

Then he rubbed his eyes hard and stared intently at the text message on his phone again.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands... ten thousands, hundred thousands, millions, ten millions... a hundred million! One hundred million!" He was stunned.

Right then, his head was buzzing.

’He really sent it?’ He was terrified, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Immediately, the guy started jumping for joy.

"Quick, quick, get people started on the drawings!" After saying this, the guy grabbed his jacket and rushed to his company, making a call as he went.

"Notify everyone in the design department! We’re working overtime tonight, pulling an all-nighter! A huge order just came in! Everyone gets a ten-thousand-yuan bonus when it’s done!" Designer Lin shouted.

After eating and drinking their fill, Chu Feng and Su Miaoke sat on the roof again and began their Cultivation.

Cultivation is a tedious affair. It requires enduring hardship and withstanding solitude and loneliness.

"Honey, when can we say our Cultivation has succeeded?" Su Miaoke suddenly asked.

"When can we say it has succeeded?" Hearing this question, Chu Feng also fell into deep thought.

"When we can both transcend, achieve Ascension, and gain immortality... perhaps that will be success," Chu Feng answered.

"But more than immortality, I just want to be by your side," Su Miaoke said.

"Silly girl. That’s why we need to cultivate even harder, so we can always be together," Chu Feng said with a smile.

"Mhm. Don’t worry, honey. I’ll definitely cultivate even harder and catch up to you soon." When Su Miaoke looked at Chu Feng, her eyes were filled with determination.

The next morning, in Designer Lin’s office, everyone was groggy and looked like they were about to fall asleep.

"Boss, it’s done. This is the eighth version. Which one do you need?" one of Designer Lin’s subordinates said.

"Good. I’ll take the laptop. All of you, go home and get some rest. But keep your phones on in case I need revisions. I’ve already logged your overtime pay for today," Designer Lin said to the group as he took the laptop.

He then had his driver take him, speeding toward Fuhe Village.

In the car, Designer Lin didn’t dare to sleep a wink, his eyes wide open.

At first, he hadn’t believed Chu Feng. But ever since Chu Feng had transferred the money, he immediately realized that this Chu Feng was definitely a hidden big shot.

He probably had some major power or a huge company backing him. He wouldn’t dare to offend someone like that.

After all, how could someone who could casually drop a hundred million have a small background?

Two hours later, he finally drove from the city to Chu Feng’s village, Fuhe Village.

As soon as he reached the village entrance, he saw the already-built resettlement housing and hurriedly dialed Chu Feng’s number.

"President Chu, where are you? I’ve finished the designs. Do you have time to take a look?" Designer Lin said humbly, completely devoid of his previous arrogance.

"Alright, I’m on my way." Chu Feng hung up and quickly arrived at the village entrance, with Su Miaoke accompanying him.

"President Chu, there are eight versions of the design in here. Please see which one you like and if there’s anything you’d like to change." Chu Feng glanced at Designer Lin. The man had dark circles and his eyes were bloodshot—it was obvious he’d pulled an all-nighter.

Chu Feng and Su Miaoke began to look at the designs.

"I think this eighth version is pretty good. Miaoke, what do you think?" Chu Feng asked.

After looking at all the designs, he still preferred the eighth version.

"I think it’s good too, but a few things need to be changed. The parking lot needs to be bigger, and the hall needs to be expanded too. It should be able to hold at least 100 to 150 tables," Su Miaoke said.

"What? It needs to be that big?" Designer Lin was shocked when he heard this.

He never imagined that just a hall would need to be so massive.

"Mhm. We’ll be using it for our wedding, so just design it that big. And add a large kitchen," Su Miaoke said.