In the car, Song Wanting’s expression remained cold.


For her, discovering a traitor within the family was already infuriating enough. But what made her even angrier was that this Uncle Qi actually had the audacity to set her up in front of so many outsiders.


If she had fallen for the trick today—if she had given the money and Uncle Qi had escaped—she would not only have suffered financial losses but also lost face, both personally and for the entire Song family!


Luckily, Ye Chen was present and saw through the scheme in time, preventing her and her family from being deceived.


With that thought, she took a bank card from the glove compartment, handed it to Ye Chen, and said, “Mr. Ye, this card contains one million yuan. The password is six eights. It’s just a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it.”


As she spoke, she couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Ye Chen seemed to have some real skills—so why had he chosen to become a live-in son-in-law for such a small family? If he pursued a career in antique appraisal, he could easily accumulate a substantial fortune in just a few years.


Ye Chen looked at the card in her hand, hesitating slightly.


A million yuan wasn’t much, but for the Song family, it was nothing more than pocket change.


He didn’t really care for the money. After all, he still had over 9.99 billion yuan in his own account—this one million was just a drop in the ocean.


Was it even worth accepting?


But after thinking it through, he reminded himself that, in everyone’s eyes, he wasn’t a billionaire—he was the live-in son-in-law of the Xiao family.


If a live-in son-in-law showed no interest in a million yuan, it would definitely raise suspicions in Song Wanting’s mind. So, he took the card directly and said, “Thank you, Miss Song.”


Song Wanting smiled faintly. “Mr. Ye, you’re too polite.”


Then she asked, “Where would you like to go next?”


Ye Chen chuckled. “Drop me off at the market. I need to buy groceries for dinner.”


Song Wanting was momentarily stunned, then couldn’t help but say, “Mr. Ye, I’ve heard a bit about your situation. To be honest, with your skills, you don’t need to be confined by your current status as a live-in son-in-law. Why not join my Ji Qing Tang as the chief appraiser? I’ll offer you a base salary of one million yuan per year. What do you think?”


Ye Chen waved his hand and smiled. “My teeth aren’t great—I’ve gotten used to living off my wife.”


Song Wanting was taken aback, then sighed.


So the rumors were true—Ye Chen was just a man who lived off a woman.


Before, she had thought he was simply a good-for-nothing. If he was useless, then relying on his wife was understandable.


But now, she saw that he wasn’t incompetent—he had real talent. Yet, he was still willing to be a good-for-nothing.


That was something she found hard to accept.


And with that realization, her attitude toward Ye Chen subtly changed.


Ye Chen knew she was looking down on him now—but that was exactly what he wanted. Let everyone misjudge him, and in the end, he would be the one to have the last laugh.


After getting out of the car at the market, Ye Chen said goodbye to Song Wanting and went shopping for groceries.


As soon as he stepped into the house, he heard his father-in-law laughing loudly and shouting excitedly.


“Hahaha… Come, come! Look at this treasure I found!”


Xiao Churan had just gotten home from work and was sitting on the sofa reading some documents. Startled by his loud voice, she stood up and said, “Dad, you nearly scared me to death.”


“Look at this.” Xiao Changkun, completely ignoring her reaction, excitedly held up a pair of small celadon cups and proudly displayed them. “I picked these up at the antique market. They’re chicken-pattern blue and white cups, supposedly taken from Emperor Qian’s coffin! They’re worth more than five hundred thousand yuan!”


“Five hundred thousand?!” Xiao Churan was shocked. “Dad, where did you get that kind of money?”


Ye Chen, on the other hand, sighed helplessly. Just this morning, his father-in-law had broken a fake Yuhuchun vase. And now, in the short time he had been out, the old man had already gone antique shopping again?


This was a classic case of learning nothing from past mistakes.


Xiao Changkun laughed heartily, then said mysteriously, “I said the cups are worth five hundred thousand. Guess how much I paid for them?”


Xiao Churan hesitated, then tentatively guessed, “Three hundred thousand?”


“Nope! Guess again!” Xiao Changkun shook his head.


“Two hundred thousand?”


“Still wrong!”


Ye Chen glanced at the celadon cups. He instantly saw that they were fake. If they were worth even a hundred yuan, it would be a miracle.


At this point, Xiao Changkun stopped teasing and proudly revealed, “Hahaha, I only paid three hundred yuan! Amazing, right?”


He was grinning from ear to ear, his excitement uncontainable.


Xiao Churan widened her eyes in disbelief. “No way! You really got them for just three hundred yuan?”


Hearing the commotion, her mother, Ma Lan, walked out of the kitchen, beaming. “Are these cups really that valuable? Are you sure they’re not fake?”


Xiao Changkun patted his chest. “Don’t worry, the seller didn’t know their worth! I even had someone check them—definitely authentic!”


“Really?” Ma Lan carefully picked up one of the cups, inspecting it closely with a delighted smile.


Ye Chen stood aside, simply smiling and staying silent.


He had already identified them as counterfeits, but since his father-in-law was so happy, he decided not to burst his bubble.


Xiao Changkun was on cloud nine, like a cat that had stolen a fish. He animatedly continued, “These cups aren’t even a full set yet! The seller said he’ll bring the missing pieces tomorrow. If I can get the whole set, its value will multiply! If I’m lucky, I might even be able to pay off our six-million-yuan debt!”


Ye Chen frowned and immediately warned, “Dad, when it comes to antiques, you must never be greedy. Buying these two is enough. Besides…”


Xiao Changkun glared at him. “What do you mean, ‘besides’? Are you trying to lecture me?”


Ye Chen quickly said, “No, no, as long as you’re happy.”


He decided to let it go—after all, it wasn’t his money.


Xiao Churan also advised, “Dad, what’s the point of buying so many? These cups aren’t edible or drinkable. And with such a huge price gap, their authenticity is still in question.”


She didn’t believe in free lunches. If a treasure worth five hundred thousand could be bought for three hundred, then wouldn’t everyone be rich?


Xiao Changkun, still riding his excitement, scoffed, “You don’t understand! Antique collecting is all about having a sharp eye for hidden gems!”


Then, while admiring his new cups, he said, “This is none of your concern. Several other people were eyeing these today—who knows if I’ll even be able to buy the rest tomorrow!”


Ma Lan urged, “If they’re really worth that much, make sure you get them!”


Seeing how invested they were, Xiao Churan quietly pulled Ye Chen aside.


“I don’t think this is legit. It feels like a scam. Dad is definitely going back tomorrow—go with him and make sure he doesn’t get ripped off.”


Ye Chen nodded. He wouldn’t have bothered, but since his wife asked, he couldn’t just stand by and watch.