Chapter 1175 - 19: Best Friends Forever

Mother is not an ordinary person; he knew this in his past life.

But Mother didn’t seem to want to tell him her true identity, so he didn’t ask.

Suddenly, a super-rich Tian Family emerged. He had sent people to investigate, but couldn’t find a shred of useful information, so he stopped investigating.

Now he knows, this Tian Family is Mother’s family. Hahahaha! Mother has reunited with him again! Truly, it’s happiness to the point of explosion.

"It’s alright, just averagely wealthy. My son is truly remarkable. Blue Sky Group was already at the top of the wealth list, and under your leadership, it’s like snowballing, the wealth keeps increasing," Tianmiao said with satisfaction, "My son has always been the most outstanding."

"Mother..." Chen Jinglou’s eyes became misty and started to water. He recalled the words Mother said at the last moment of his life.

My son is the most obedient and the best. So many years have passed, and my son is still the most filial son, the best father, and the most outstanding Emperor.

In Mother’s eyes, he is always the best.

In his eyes, Mother is always the best mother!

...

However, Mother now is younger than him...

He can’t openly call her Mother, Mom, or Mommy anymore, can only call her Aunt.

Sigh, never mind, Aunt still has the "Mom" sound in it. Just pretend that first word doesn’t exist.

It’s the same, all the same.

Chen Jinglou comforted and hypnotized himself internally.

"Jinglou, uh-huh, later in front of outsiders, just call you this. Otherwise, people will think we are crazy," Tianmiao said with a smile.

"Hmm, it has to be like this. I can only call you Aunt," Chen Jinglou replied unwillingly.

"It’s alright, when there’s no one around, I’ll still call you my son. My Emperor, shall we go down and take a look at your tomb?" Tianmiao suddenly suggested.

Chen Jinglou’s expression turned peculiar: "Mother, am I the first and only person in history to dig up his own tomb?"

"Yes," Tianmiao nodded with a smile again, "So shall we go down together to take a look at your tomb?"

"Yes, let’s take a look," Chen Jinglou showed a resigned expression, then suddenly remembered something, "Oh, Mother, your tomb is also nearby. We’ll excavate it too when the time comes."

"There’s no corpse inside," Tianmiao suddenly said.

Chen Jinglou paused then burst into laughter: "I figured as much. Hahaha, I know what’s going on. But except for me, no one knows. Let’s let those historians rack their brains trying to figure it out. Who could’ve guessed? No one could! Let them go bald over it!"

Tianmiao couldn’t help but laugh too. It was like reminiscing the Emperor son playing with those system spheres, where his son’s expressions were as if sharing the latest toys. Now, it’s the same.

"Hahaha, indeed, let them go bald," Tianmiao nodded, "After touring your tomb, shall we have some barbecue together, that kind of beef raised by your Chen Family in the mountains, every part tastes delicious. Although you eat it often, your chef surely doesn’t have skills as good as the chef at my home. Would you like to come to my place for dinner?"

"Eat, eat, eat! In the future, I’m going to stay at Mother’s place and eat every day," Chen Jinglou nodded repeatedly. It’s not about eating often or the chef’s skills, but just being able to eat together with Mother makes everything taste the best.

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Afterward, Tianmiao and Chen Jinglou took work passes, wore protective clothing, carried oxygen tanks, and entered the heavily guarded tomb.