spring bite mark

Chapter 122 The Arrival of Young Master Yanjing

The sounds of the night ceased.

Ning Xinyue looked at Yan Changye's personal car, which was a few steps away from her, took a deep breath, her heart pounding, and couldn't help but speak again:
"A long night of banquets..."

As the car window slid down, Yan Changye sat languidly in the driver's seat, his peach blossom eyes cold and indifferent as he looked at her with a mixture of amusement and disgust.

Then, she made an elegant gesture with her slender fingers.

The convoy of bodyguards immediately approached, and a bodyguard looked at Yan Changye and said, "Boss."

Yan Changye casually said, "Let's crash into it."

"Yes."

The bodyguard's car drove straight towards Ning Xinyue!
Ning Xinyue's face turned deathly pale. As luxury cars roared past, she was forced to swerve to the side. Even so, more than a dozen luxury cars recklessly sped past her. Although the impact was not fatal, it still scraped her arms and thighs, leaving her with scrapes and almost unable to stand.

"Ah!!!" Ning Xinyue fell to the side of the road. The superficial abrasions bled profusely, and the pain was excruciating. She couldn't help but scream!

Yan Changye didn't even glance at her, restarted the car, and drove off indifferently amidst a throng of luxury cars.

Ning Xinyue watched the luxury convoy arrogantly drive away, clutching her leg and trembling with pain. A sudden glint of hatred flashed in her eyes, and she laughed maniacally.
"Yan Changye, you're so ruthless, just wait and see!"

She picked up the phone and said slowly and deliberately, through gritted teeth, "Dad, I'm going to the old man's birthday banquet in three days."

"What kind of trouble are you trying to cause now?" It was Ning Musheng's slightly disgusted voice on the other end.

Ning Xinyue looked at her blood-soaked thigh and said lightly, "Don't worry, I'll only deliver one big gift before I leave."

No. 1 Mansion.

Jiang Manman sat on the sofa, watching Xie Jian coloring the tea pets by himself. She called the housekeeper over and asked, "Did you see the child that Yan Changye was carrying away just now?"

"I saw him. I thought it was Young Master Xie Jian." The butler was slightly surprised to see Xie Jian still playing in the living room. "They are wearing the same clothes and have similar builds. At first glance, it's really hard to tell them apart from behind."

“That’s Yan Yu, the young master of villa number 2 next door.” Jiang Manman paused for a moment. “I’m at work during the day, does little Yan Yu often come over to play?”

"No, that's not true." The butler quickly replied, "He's never been here. Even if it's Young Master Xie Jian, he can't stay in the villa during the day when you're not around, Madam. He's either out with the bodyguards or with Young Master Jiang Che."

Jiang Manman didn't say anything, but casually pulled open the hidden compartment of the coffee table and took out the fabric scraps to look at.

“I remember I used to keep leftover fabric samples here.”

The housekeeper hurriedly explained, "It's like this, the entire living room has been rearranged recently. Considering that you like to draw sketches and cut patterns by the coffee table whenever you're in the living room, I had someone put the things you might need in the nearby cabinets so you can easily grab them..."

Jiang Manman hummed in agreement.

“Many things have been moved. Madam, just tell the maid, Xiaolin, what you need. Lately, she gets up at four or five o'clock every morning to organize things in the living room…” The butler said, “Oh, and several times she happened to run into Young Master Xie Jian going downstairs to the bathroom and offered to help him.”

"Did Xie Jian help tidy up?" Jiang Manman glanced at Xie Jian.

Xie Jian looked up blankly from his drawing, blinked, and then went back to playing with his own things.

"Yes, he probably saw that the servants were too busy, so he helped organize several cabinets. The servants said that Young Master Xie Jian doesn't talk much and always hides his face in the hood of his pajamas, but he has a very good temper. He personally organized and stored all your drawings."

Jiang Manman reached out and patted Xie Jian's head gently, asking, "Xie Jian, is that so?" Xie Jian blinked blankly again, "Manman, I don't understand what you're saying! But I'm willing to help Manman with anything!"

Jiang Manman smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness."

She paused for a moment: "I'll take you to Grandpa Yan's birthday banquet in a few days. You can ask your brother Yan Yu if he wants to come along."

After saying that, he looked in the direction of Villa No. 2, feeling a strange, indescribable feeling.

I have a feeling that something's off about that bastard Yan Changye.

Something was off about the child at the banquet.

Yanjing Group.

Yan Changye, holding the child who only reached his thigh with one hand, walked indifferently toward the private elevator.

Along the way, everyone we met greeted us respectfully: "Hello, Chairman!"

After speaking, he couldn't help but glance at Yan Yu beside him. The child was still wearing a mask, but his delicate peach blossom eyes were so distinctive that countless people's eyes darted back and forth between him and Yan Changye. They opened their mouths, but dared not make a sound.

Looking at this... from the eyes to the demeanor, and even the way they walk, it really seems like a copy-and-paste job...

But this Beijing socialite's refusal to have children, like his appearance, is notorious throughout the capital. Surely a baby this big can't just suddenly appear out of nowhere?
The crowd was filled with suspicion but dared not ask too many questions. They simply watched silently as the two people, one big and one small, entered the private elevator. Their minds were overflowing with gossip, and they took out their phones to shout it out in the group chat. However, when they thought of the young master's unpredictable and vindictive nature, they stopped themselves.

The elevator went up to the floor where the chairman's office was located.

Yan Changye picked up Yan Yu with one arm and affectionately pinched his cheek: "Since you're here, I'll show you the information about Yanjing Group this afternoon so you can get familiar with it beforehand. In a few years, I'll give you a company to practice with."

Yan Yu lazily hummed in agreement: "My great-uncle just gave me a company."

"What he gives you is what he gives you. How can it be the same as what your own father gives you?" Yan Changye chuckled. "He always feels heartbroken just looking at your face. What kind of good company could he possibly give you?"

“SKY’s luxury goods company.” Yan Yu tilted his head and thought for a moment. “It’s said to be one of the five pillar industries. He even arranged for several professional luxury marketing elites to give me lectures, but I couldn’t understand them.”

Yan Changye clicked his tongue lightly, a little annoyed: "SKY's luxury goods company is alright. But compared to the luxury goods under the Yan family, it's just a little brother. In two years, I'll hand over the entire luxury goods series of the Yan family to you."

He didn't seem to care much about the banquet: "Whatever you want."

Yan Changye placed him on the office chair. The child was too short; even sitting on the chair, he wasn't as tall as the table.

Yan Changye was silent for a moment, then called over someone from his secretary's office: "Do you have a baby chair? Get one."

Yan Yu blushed suddenly: "I'm six years old, and you want me to sit in a baby chair?"

"Excuse me?" Yan Changye ruffled his hair, then changed his approach, "Then sit on my lap."

The people in the secretariat stood there, unsure whether to leave or stay.

Just then, Yan Changye casually removed Yan Yu's mask, revealing two identical faces that shocked the people in the secretary's office so much that their legs went weak.

The chairman has a son?
What a huge melon!

(End of this chapter)