Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 441 I Will Become the Daughter-in-law of a Wealthy Family

The days of peace and tranquility did not last long.

Dad Mu began to feel restless.

The stepmother took her youngest son and daughter-in-law abroad to try in vitro fertilization again.

Mu Zhenting, the left-behind elderly, began to think about his eldest son's marriage again.

In the living room, a huge LCD TV was broadcasting financial news. Mu Zhenting watched it intermittently, unconsciously turning the remote control in his hand.

The nanny placed the Pu'er tea she had just brewed next to her, and the tea leaves were floating up and down, just like his mood at the moment.

"Ahem," he finally couldn't help but cleared his throat and turned his head to look at Mu Chen who was sitting on the sofa diagonally opposite.

Mu Chen was looking down at his tablet, processing work emails. The lines of his face were cold and hard, quite similar to Mu Zhenting when he was young, but there was a bit of indifference and alienation between his brows, which he didn't like.

"Xiaochen," Mu Zhenting put down the remote control and leaned forward, trying to create an atmosphere of "let's have a heart-to-heart talk with our father and son," "This house is empty all of a sudden.

Your Aunt Zhang and the others are out, and I don’t know how long they’ll be gone.”

Mu Chen didn't even raise his eyelids, just hummed, and tapped his finger on the screen. This indifferent reaction made Mu Zhenting angry.

He took a big sip of tea, suppressed his irritability, and got straight to the point.

"You've almost taken over the company. It's time to start thinking about the next generation! When your mother and I were your age, you..."

Mu Chen finally raised his head and interrupted his reminiscence of the past. His voice was level and he said, "Dad, I know my own business."

"Do you know? What do you know?" Mu Zhenting's voice unconsciously rose, then he realized that he had lost his composure and lowered it again.

"At least find a girlfriend, otherwise when will I be able to hold my grandson?" Then he pointed his index finger at Mu Chen and said, "Don't be like your brother, who lives a life of debauchery. Now it's hard for him to have a child!"

Mu Chen put down the tablet in his hand, walked over to Mu's father and poured himself a cup of tea: "So, what kind of wife does Dad want me to find?"

Dad Mu thought of Miss Zhou and Miss Lin, whom Much Chen had dated before.

One comes from a top family, and the other comes from a scholarly family, but neither seems to be suitable for their Mu family.

To be honest, a family like the Mu family really can't be said to have any background or anything like that.

To put it nicely, he is a doer.

In fact, he is just a nouveau riche who has expanded his business a little bit.

Thinking of this, Mu's father stopped making things difficult for himself and said to Mu Chen, "Hey! There's no point in talking nonsense!"

He picked up the teacup and took a big sip, as if to give himself courage. "Our family is just this much. Reaching higher would be exhausting. Looking down is unnecessary. We don't have any other big demands!"

He put down the teacup, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Mu Chen with an unusually clear, even somewhat cold, gaze. "To put it bluntly, just find someone rich!"

Mu Chen's fingers holding the teacup curled up slightly, almost imperceptibly. He raised his eyelids and looked at his father.

A faint, almost playful, mocking expression finally crossed his calm face, and he raised his eyebrows slightly: "As long as there's money, it's all right?"

"Yes! As long as you have money!" Mu Zhenting said firmly, as if he had finally put down a heavy burden, and his tone became lighter.

"Please don't bring me some 'poor', 'simple and kind', 'hardworking and ambitious' little white flower! Our family isn't the kind of place that does charity and poverty alleviation! Just hearing that makes me angry!"

He seemed to recall some annoying plot and curled his lips in disgust:

"Don't give me those love-brained people who are willing to die for love and ignore their families.

If we're going to find someone, it's best to find someone with about the same money as us! That way, everyone can be worry-free. We won't be tempted by others, and they won't be tempted to take things from us all the time!

Being clean and refreshed, and having everyone go their own way, is the greatest blessing!"

Muchen could see that Mu's father had already compromised.

In the beginning, one had to have a good family background, be educated and have a solid foundation, but now it’s enough for the family to have enough money.

Mu Chen couldn't help but want to ask his father Mu if gender could be more relaxed, so he asked as soon as he thought of it.

"Dad," he paused, as if weighing his words, but every word was crystal clear, "Since the requirements are so relaxed... then I want to ask again, can you not be so rigid about gender?"

The air seemed to freeze in an instant.

Mu Zhenting's expression seemed frozen. He took a long time to react. Then, it twisted and cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You little bastard...what did you say?!" Mu Zhenting's voice suddenly rose to a high pitch, and he suddenly jumped up from the sofa, his body shaking violently due to excessive excitement.

"...I...I'm going to beat you to death today, you unfilial son! What kind of hellish shit do you dare to dream about?! I'm going to beat you to death, you little bastard!!"

The slippers made a sound of breaking wind and really swung towards Muchen's head!

At that critical moment, Mu Chen's face, which had always been covered with ice, suddenly broke into a "brilliant" and extremely annoying smile, like sunlight breaking through dark clouds.

He reacted incredibly quickly, his body suddenly leaning back and forth as if on a spring, barely avoiding the slipper that was packed with the fury of thunder!

The slippers hit the back of the sofa where he had just been sitting with a muffled sound.

Muchen had already jumped a few steps away like a rabbit. He continued to leap back nimbly while raising his hands in surrender. The provocative smile on his face widened even more, and his tone was filled with exaggerated "panic" and "innocence":

"Hey hey hey! Dad! Daddy! Don't get excited! Don't get excited!!"

He quickly retreated, moving towards the door at a rapid pace, his voice suddenly rising, with three parts of exaggerated urgency and seven parts of obvious teasing:

"I was just kidding! Oh my dear dad! It's late at night, it was just a joke! Why did you take it so seriously?! Look how angry you are!"

Mu Zhenting's attack missed, and the rage and murderous intent that was stuck in his throat was suddenly choked. His face turned from red to purple, and he looked like a puffer fish with its lungs exploded with anger.

He pointed at Muchen, his fingers shaking like Parkinson's disease: "You, you... you little beast! Can you make a joke about this?!"

The nanny was standing at the kitchen door, her eyes almost popping out of her head. She covered her mouth and even forgot to try to persuade them.

At this time, Muchen had already nimbly rushed to the entrance, his hand already grasping the cold door handle.

He turned around, and the cynical smile on his face instantly faded, replaced by a seemingly "sincere" expression. He shouted at Mu Zhenting, who was still standing there, fuming with anger:

"Don't worry! Dad! I promise! I will find you a very wealthy daughter-in-law!"