spring bite mark

Chapter 42 Tutoring Homework
Neither Jiang Manman nor Yan Changye went to work over the weekend.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Jiang Manman opened her eyes in the slightly dazzling sunlight. Her pillow was empty. She looked around and found Yan Changye in the garden.

He was still dressed in comfortable loungewear, lounging in a garden chair, a business magazine in his hand, video chatting with Xie Jian with a slightly impatient expression.

Xie Jian asked directly, "15-9, how do you calculate that?"

Yan Changye laughed angrily: "You can't even do something this simple? Are you a pig? Count on your fingers, and if that's not enough, add your toes."

Xie Jian was completely unlike his docile self in front of Jiang Manman, and was quite clingy: "We need to use the 'making ten' method. We can just count on our fingers, why would I need to ask you?"

Yan Changye's brows furrowed with annoyance: "No, you can look it up online yourself."

"You don't know how? How did you get into Tsinghua University if you didn't know how?" Xie Jian quipped. "Do you need me to learn it online and teach you? Besides the method of making ten, should I also teach you the method of splitting, breaking ten, and borrowing ten?"

Yan Changye casually used the magazine to block the sunlight, crossed his long legs nonchalantly, and gave the camera a mocking laugh:
"Dare to mock me? I'll prepare a bunch of 'Three Years of College Entrance Exams and Five Years of Simulation' for you. If I don't make you cry, I'm not a Yan!"

"Whether your surname is Yan or not is none of my business," Xie Jian said, unable to utter a single kind word. "I can't count on you for math, so what about Chinese? The teacher asked us to use three metaphors to form a parallel sentence. How do you do that?"

Yan Changye became even more irritated: "Do whatever you want, I don't mind if you don't get an A. Don't bother me with these boring, childish questions all day long, I'm too busy."

Xie Jian was a little angry: "What kind of attitude is this? Are you the only one in the world who's busy? My great-uncle is busier than you. He's very dedicated to helping me with my homework. Can't you learn from him?"

"He's so great, why don't you ask him to tutor you? Why are you bothering me?" Yan Changye resisted the urge to hang up the video call.

On the other end, Xie Jian's fair face showed a hint of stubbornness: "I'm willing!"

Yan Changye chuckled softly, too lazy to speak.

"There are still eighteen questions left..." Xie Jian opened his homework notebook.

Yan Changye: "...Boring."

What's the moral of "better late than never"?

"Write whatever you want."

What do the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches mean?

"do not know."

……

Jiang Manman stood to one side and watched for a long time.

Yan Changye was not a patient person, and his noble status gave him a natural aloofness towards others. However, this aloofness vanished in front of Xie Jian. For nearly half an hour, Jiang Manman saw Yan Changye almost hang up the phone several times because Xie Jian annoyed him, but he still endured until the other party left first.

"It's rare to see you have such patience with people." Jiang Manman walked over and handed him a glass of milk. "The housekeeper said you didn't have breakfast. Would you like some milk?"

"I'll drink soy milk." Avoiding the milk she offered, Yan Changye took the half-finished cup of soy milk and drank it from the straw she had used.

Jiang Manman looked at him and said, "Then should I get you a new cup? If my mom sees you drinking mine, she'll nag me again."

"If she dares to reach out, I'll get you a different mother."

"What are you saying!" Jiang Manman glared at him with her beautiful eyes. "How about we replace your wife while we're at it?"

Yan Changye bit his straw, glanced at her with his deep peach blossom eyes, and remained silent.

In the afternoon, the old house called to say that both of them were free and invited them to come over for dinner.

After their previous unpleasant encounter over being pressured to have children, Yan Changye and Old Master Yan had ignored each other. This time, the other party took the initiative to offer a way out, so it must be something important.

Arriving at the old house in the afternoon, Old Master Yan glanced at Yan Changye, who was still sitting far away, and heavily placed the tea that the butler had just brewed on the coffee table:

"Newly arrived good tea, drink it or don't." "Young man, who likes this stuff?" Yan Changye was too lazy to respond.

Old Master Yan glanced at him with disdain, then turned to Jiang Manman: "Are you also imitating that scoundrel Yan Changye?"

Jiang Manman silently picked up a cup of tea, thought for a moment, then picked up another cup and handed it to Yan Changye.

Then, she took a sip and raised her almond-shaped eyes slightly: "It has a strong fruity aroma, Dad, what kind of tea is this?"

Old Master Yan's brows relaxed slightly: "I don't know either. It was a gift from the servants. If you like it, take it all back with you when you leave."

Jiang Manman nodded: "Thank you, Dad."

Yan Changye didn't say anything, took a sip as a formality, and then put the rest down.

The butler brought over a chessboard.

"Manman, want to play a game with me?" Old Master Yan didn't even look at Yan Changye, and put out two baskets of jade Go stones.

Jiang Manman hesitantly tugged at Yan Changye's sleeve.

"It's alright, Madam, please play as you wish, I'll teach you." Yan Changye moved the black chess piece directly in front of Jiang Manman, and pointed to a position, "First move, play here."

Outside the door, Mrs. Yan, carrying a plate of fruit, was about to enter the house when the old butler standing guard at the door said softly:

“Madam, the master and young master have important matters to discuss and it is inconvenient to disturb them.”

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Sun Bei's face, but she quickly composed herself and placed the fruit in the housekeeper's hands: "Then you can take it in later, and I'll go to the kitchen to check on the dishes."

"Okay, ma'am."

indoor.

After several dozen moves of chess back and forth, Old Master Yan started a conversation:
"Did you give those two projects you discussed abroad to the Xie family?"

Yan Changye casually picked up a chess piece and tossed it onto the chessboard, his tone nonchalant: "Hmm."

Old Master Yan pondered for a moment: "I thought you would give the project to the Yan family."

“There’s a problem with the project.” Yan Changye lowered his eyes and said slowly, “On the surface, they’re talking about cooperation, but in reality, they’re preparing a commercial attack on the domestic financial market. The situation in Hong Kong is more conducive to a counterattack, so they’ve diverted the trouble there.”

Jiang Manman looked up at Yan Changye in surprise, not knowing for the first time that there was such an inside story.

No wonder, he didn't seem to show much of the dejection that came with losing the project.

But since it was intentional on his part, he was in a bad mood and needed comforting as soon as he got home yesterday. He clung to her for hours, almost breaking her apart...

Jiang Manman cursed the dog of a man in her heart and casually tossed the chess basket into Yan Changye's hands.

Yan Changye leisurely enjoyed watching Jiang Manman's embarrassed expression for a couple of seconds, then squeezed her hand:

"Alright, madam, you can rest now. I'll take over the second half."

Grandpa Yan blew on his teacup, ignoring the young couple's interaction: "What did the Xie family say?"

Yan Changye held the chess piece and said casually, "Hong Kong and the capital are closely connected. Xie Yuheng understands the principle that if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold. Besides, behind the huge risks, the benefits are also astonishing. There is no reason for him not to take it."

Do you need me to help you?

"No need, it's a small matter. Whether it's the Xie family or the Yan family, there are plenty of direct and collateral branches, and there are plenty of people we can use." Yan Changye didn't care much. "Just keep your mouth shut."

"Do you think I don't know my limits?" Old Master Yan glared and captured one of his pieces. "Speaking of the direct line, the grandchildren of your second and third uncles are almost as old as you. Are you unable to have children or do you simply not want to?"

(End of this chapter)