you are my joy

Patriarch Yan answered the phone and hurried to Yan Chenyu's villa.

As soon as you enter the door, you can feel the oppressive and condensed atmosphere in the living room.

He glanced at the mother and son lightly, and asked with a frown.

"What's the matter, must I come here now?"

Madam Yan lifted her chin with a sullen face.

"Look, your son is very capable. He obtained a marriage certificate without authorization, raised that woman in this villa, waited for the raw rice to be cooked, and led him directly to the gate of Yan's house."

Patriarch Yan's eyebrows darkened, and he took a look at the marriage certificate on the coffee table, his handsome face darkened inch by inch.

Yan Chenyu on the side smiled lightly and said:
"It doesn't matter whether you enter the Yan family or not, but I like people, so I marry and go home, it's as simple as that."

Madam Yan's anger that had just been suppressed suddenly burst out, she stood up suddenly, pointed at Yan Chenyu, and complained to Patriarch Yan.

"Look, look! He has no reason to be fascinated by that woman! He would rather abandon the Yan family, oppose his parents, and marry that woman!"

With a bang, Patriarch Yan threw the marriage certificate heavily on the coffee table, and anger surged all over his body, which made people tremble with fear.

"Go get a cane!"

"Master..." The servant was frightened and hesitated.

That rattan thing can kill people.

Patriarch Yan reprimanded coldly:

"What are you doing in a daze? Do you want me to get it myself?"

The servant looked at Yan Chenyu with red eyes, "Master..."

"Go get it." Yan Chenyu said lightly.

The servant bit his lip and hesitated for a few seconds, then went out to find rattan.

By the way, secretly sent a text message to Qiao Zhiqin.

"Come with me!"

Patriarch Yan glanced at his son sullenly, then turned and walked to the study on the second floor.

Until the figures of their father and son disappeared at the stairs, Mrs. Yan walked to Chunyang unhurriedly and stretched out her hand.

"Give me your phone."

Chunyang could guess her intentions, so he clenched his hands tightly and did not move.

Madam Yan lost her patience and said in a deep voice:

"Do you want me to say it again? Is it because Chen Yu doesn't teach you all the time, you don't even know the most basic rules! Or do you think that the servants of the Yan family must be you!?"

Chunyang's expression changed, and he took out his mobile phone and put it in Madam Yan's hand.

Madam Yan found Qiao Zhiqin's number from her mobile phone, and dialed it with her own mobile phone.

"Hello." Qiao Zhiqin answered the phone.

"Miss Joe."

Qiao Zhiqin heard that the voice was a little strange, and asked suspiciously:
"excuse me, you are……"

"I'm Yan Chenyu's mother, don't you plan to come and explain to me about your marriage?"

Qiao Zhiqin was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect the Yan family to know about their marriage so quickly.

Looking up at the staff working on the set in the distance, she paused and spoke.

"Sorry, I still have a job, can I..."

"Heh!" Madam Yan's sneer interrupted her, "Chen Yu would rather be beaten than divorced for you, but you can't give up your job for him. It seems that he is not important to you."

Qiao Zhiqin squeezed the phone tightly when she heard a few words being typed.

"Where are you now?"

"Chen Yu's villa."

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Yan hung up the phone directly.

At this time, Qiao Zhiqin, who was on the set, saw the message sent to her by her servant, briefly explained to Della, and left the set in a hurry.

After hanging up the phone, Mrs. Yan threw the phone to Chunyang and walked to the second floor.

When they reached the stairs, they heard Patriarch Yan's angry voice.

"Yan Chenyu, I have given you freedom for so many years and allowed you to film in the entertainment industry. Do you really think that you have left the Yan family? Or is it that you don't see us as parents at all now!"

"It's true that I married on my own initiative, and I have no intention of divorce. If you are angry, beat me up, but if you think that I will go for a divorce after beating me, then you might as well save your energy." .”

"you!"

"Master, rattan."

The servant came in with a cane and interrupted Patriarch Yan's reprimand, followed by Mrs. Yan.

Looking at Yan Chenyu who was kneeling on the ground, a trace of unbearableness flashed in his eyes, and he said softly:
"Chen Yu, as long as you agree to divorce, why bother to suffer this beating? Could it be that in your heart, as parents, we are not as good as that Qiao Zhiqin?"

Yan Chenyu straightened his back and raised his eyes coldly.

"As I said, don't make me choose, because the answer is not what you want to hear."

Mrs. Yan took a step back in fright from his eyes, unable to recover for a long time.

If it was a fluke before, then this time, she was very sure of his choice.

It turned out that in her son's heart, their parents were not as important as Qiao Zhiqin.

Patriarch Yan was also surprised by his son's firm attitude, and asked in a deep voice:

"What's so good about that woman that it's worth it for you?"

"Qinqin is good everywhere, and most importantly, I love her."

"Understood!"

"Snapped!"

Patriarch Yan raised the cane and slammed it hard on Yan Chenyu's back.

Seeing his gritted teeth and forbearance, Mrs. Yan finally couldn't bear it, turned and left the study.

"Young lady, run slowly!"

Chunyang's voice came from downstairs, Madam Yan heard it and looked over, and saw Qiao Zhiqin running upstairs.

Twitching the corner of his mouth sarcastically, he sneered:
"Heh! The play is not bad, but it came pretty fast."

"Where is Ah Chen?" Qiao Zhiqin asked anxiously, no longer caring about Madam Yan's identity.

Faintly hearing voices coming from the study, she raised her foot and was about to walk over.

Just after taking a few steps, someone grabbed her arm and was dragged by Mrs. Yan to the door of the study.

The door of the study was opened a gap, and Qiao Zhiqin was just in a position where she could see everything inside.

There were bloodstains printed on Yan Chenyu's light blue T-shirt, Qiao Zhiqin's heart seemed to be tightly pinched by a hand, the pain was so painful that she could hardly breathe.

The sound of the cane falling on the man's back clearly fell into her ears. Qiao Zhiqin reached out to push the door, but was suddenly dragged back.

"Did you see? It was because of you that he was beaten! Qiao Zhiqin, what can you bring him? Money? Status? Benefits? Neither, you can only bring him disaster."

Madam Yan's words fell into her ears clearly, the water in Qiao Zhiqin's eyes trembled violently, her fingers curled up bit by bit, and she clenched tightly.

Mrs. Yan took her reaction into her eyes, twitched the corner of her mouth, and continued:

"As long as he doesn't agree to the divorce, Chen Yu will be beaten all the time! Qiao Zhiqin, do you really have the heart? If you really like him, leave him, leave him, it's good for you and him."

As soon as Mrs. Yan's words fell, the cane was about to fall again.

Qiao Zhiqin shook off Madam Yan's hand and rushed in, hugging the man on the ground tightly.

"Well……"

The cane fell on her back, and she burst into tears from the pain.

"Qinqin!"

Yan Chenyu's expression changed, and he stretched out his hand to wrap her in his arms, checking her injuries.

There was a look of worry in his eyes.

"Why are you back? Does it hurt?"