Chapter 131: You Are the Only One Who Doesn't Have It

The Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up to the entrance of the Zhang family villa and came to a halt. The driver immediately stepped out and respectfully opened the rear door. Chen Xian stepped out, carrying two suitcases.

"Xian, let me help you with those," Zhang Xin said, walking toward him with a radiant smile.

Watching his girlfriend’s blossoming expression, it felt as if the world around them had suddenly brightened, as if washed clean by the rain. Chen Xian handed one of the suitcases to her and said, "This is for you."

"What is it?" Zhang Xin asked, looking at the suitcase with curiosity.

"Guess!"

"Is it Spirit Water?" Zhang Xin’s beautiful eyes turned, reflecting a spark of sharp intuition.

Chen Xian reached out and playfully tapped her delicate, upturned nose, laughing, "That’s no fun. You’re too smart; you guessed it right away!"

"Is it really Spirit Water?" Zhang Xin asked again.

Chen Xian nodded. "If you don't believe me, open it and see."

Zhang Xin immediately flipped open the lid. Sure enough, inside were ten glass bottles, each filled with a transparent liquid—identical to the ones Lan Meier had produced at the Western restaurant previously.

"Wow, ten bottles of Spirit Water! I didn't expect what you said last time to be true!" Zhang Xin exclaimed. She stood on her tiptoes, pursing her soft, pink lips to plant a kiss on Chen Xian's cheek. "Darling, thank you! With these, I can finally use them for my experiments."

"What? You’re using Spirit Water for experiments?" Chen Xian asked, puzzled.

Zhang Xin explained, "I’ll keep five bottles for my own use, and I’ll add the remaining five into my cosmetics to see what kind of changes they produce. If..."

Hearing this, Chen Xian realized that Zhang Xin ran a cosmetics company. Of course, it wasn't large—the total investment was around 100 million, just a small brand.

"Alright, I support you," Chen Xian said. As long as Zhang Xin was happy, he didn't care how she used the Spirit Water.

"Come on, let's head inside. Dinner is almost ready!" Zhang Xin closed the suitcase and urged him with a smile.

Chen Xian nodded, picked up the other two suitcases, and walked toward the villa with Zhang Xin. Stepping through the main entrance, they entered a luxurious hall where four people sat on high-end leather sofas.

Chen Xian recognized two of them: Zhang Xin’s brother, Zhang Ziqiang, and the elder, Mr. Zhang Xingtian. As for the distinguished, imposing middle-aged man reading a newspaper and the elegant, kind-faced woman sitting nearby, although Chen Xian did not know them, their identities were clear. The man was undoubtedly Zhang Xin’s father, and the woman was her mother.

"Chen Xian, you're here. Come, take a seat," Mr. Zhang Xingtian said, setting down his teacup and greeting him with a smile. He had a very good impression of this young man.

Chen Xian nodded with a smile and said, "Thank you, Grandpa Zhang."

As they reached the sofa, Zhang Xin introduced them: "Xian, this is my father and this is my mother. You already know my brother and grandfather, so no introductions are needed." Then, turning to her parents, she added, "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, Chen Xian."

"Hello, Uncle, Auntie," Chen Xian greeted the elders with a polite smile.

Ji Rushuang examined the young man with the crew cut. He was tall and lean, dressed well, and most importantly, carried an air of kindness and intelligence. She was very pleased with her daughter’s choice. She nodded and said, "Chen Xian, don't be formal. Make yourself at home."

"Thank you, Auntie, I will," Chen Xian replied, feeling a positive impression of Zhang Xin’s mother.

Zhang Xin’s father, Zhang Yurong, merely glanced at Chen Xian without a word, then returned to his newspaper, his demeanor cold and indifferent.

Seeing this, Chen Xian’s heart sank. *It seems Zhang Xin’s father doesn’t think much of me—he can't even be bothered to show basic courtesy!*

*Hmph!*

*No matter how tough the bone, I will chew it to pieces and swallow it. Nothing will stop me from being with Zhang Xin—not even you, her father!*

Chen Xian thought to himself. Ever since he had acquired the Super God Treasure Tree and begun practicing the *Supreme Chaos Art*, he possessed an unparalleled sense of self-confidence.

He walked straight over and placed a suitcase in front of Ji Rushuang. With a click, he opened the lid to reveal the ten bottles of transparent liquid. "Auntie, this box of Spirit Water is a gift specifically for you and Uncle. It is very beneficial for your health. Taken regularly, it can ward off illness, prolong life, and has excellent beautifying and health-promoting effects."

The room fell silent as everyone’s eyes locked onto the bottles. Even Zhang Yurong, who had been ignoring Chen Xian behind his newspaper, involuntarily shifted his gaze to the Spirit Water.

"Chen Xian, thank you, but this is too precious. A single bottle goes for over a million on the market. Bringing ten at once is worth over ten million—we cannot accept this." Although Ji Rushuang was tempted, especially by the promise of beauty benefits, she felt it improper to accept such a gift before her husband had approved of their relationship.

Chen Xian smiled. "Auntie, Uncle, please accept it. I produce this Spirit Water myself. While it sells for a high price on the market, the production cost is not as staggering as you might think. If you and Uncle don't accept it, I'll think you find my gift too meager!"

"Mom, Dad, this is Chen Xian's gesture of kindness. Just accept it," Zhang Xin urged.

Finally, Ji Rushuang glanced at Zhang Yurong. Seeing no objection, she nodded. "Then I will accept it. Chen Xian, you’ve really gone to too much expense."

"It's just a small token of my sincerity," Chen Xian said. He observed everyone’s expressions, noting that Zhang Yurong was clearly a man driven by greed.

Chen Xian then approached Zhang Xingtian, placing the final suitcase before him. "Grandpa Zhang, this is for you."

"I have a gift too?" The old man was delighted. He opened the case to find five bottles of Spirit Water, his joy growing even more. "Haha, five bottles! Now I’ll have something to brag about to my old colleagues. One of them had a son-in-law who gave him a bottle, and he kept showing it off—how it improved his sleep, gave him energy, and stopped his legs from aching when climbing stairs, bragging about how filial his granddaughter's husband was. This time, my future grandson-in-law has given me five..." Zhang Xingtian laughed heartily as he held the bottles.

Zhang Ziqiang’s expression soured. There were five people in the family, and Chen Xian had given gifts to four—everyone except him. *Damn it, this is clearly a slight against me.* However, Zhang Ziqiang didn't dare to show anger; the incident at the Pearl Hotel was still fresh in his mind. *This Chen Xian is definitely not someone to be trifled with.*

Zhang Yurong frowned at his father’s words. "Dad, Xin is still young. We aren't considering marriage yet!"

"I know she's young. I said 'future' grandson-in-law!" the old man muttered.

Zhang Yurong’s brow furrowed deeper, his face full of displeasure, though he chose not to argue further. The atmosphere in the room turned somewhat awkward.

"Alright, it's getting late. The nanny has surely finished dinner. Let's all head to the table," Ji Rushuang said, quickly changing the subject.