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Geng Shi led Liang Yu toward the airport parking lot.

After a moment of silence, he said to Liang Yu:

"Young Miss, leave this matter to me."

"Don't worry, Miss, I will do my best to find out the truth."

Liang Yu nodded and replied:

"Okay, Assistant Geng, thank you for your hard work."

The two walked to a minivan, and the door opened slowly and automatically.

Geng Shi gently placed his palm on the edge of the car roof. After Liang Yu got into the car, he put the suitcase in the car and watched the car door close automatically before quickly getting into the passenger seat.

The car drove smoothly into the city and soon stopped in front of a five-star hotel.

After helping Liang Yu out of the car, Geng Shi reached out and picked up Liang Yu's suitcase, handing it to the hotel staff who came to greet them.

He then handed another room key to Liang Yu and whispered:

"Miss, you must be tired after such a long flight. Please go to the hotel and rest for a while."

"Mr. Liang is still receiving treatment today and it's inconvenient for him to see you. I will come to pick you up tomorrow so you can see him."

"I've booked a tour guide service for you at the hotel. If you'd like to go out for a stroll, you can call the front desk anytime, and they'll contact a tour guide to accompany you."

Liang Yu nodded and smiled:

"Okay, Assistant Geng, you've made very thorough arrangements, thank you."

Geng Shi replied with a smile:

"Miss, this is what I should do. You can call me anytime if you need anything in the future."

After saying goodbye to Geng Shi, Liang Yu went straight to his hotel room.

This is a presidential suite located on the top floor. The room is very quiet, and the window offers a beautiful view of the hotel's garden.

Liang Yu went straight to the bathroom to take a shower, then got into bed and sent a message to Lin Xiao.

[Xiaoxiao, I've arrived at the hotel safely and am now in bed, catching up on some sleep. I'll bring you a gift when I get back, or I can accept your gift list; I'll buy whatever you need.]

At 2 p.m., the door to the reception room of Liang An's ward was gently pushed open.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on solid wood flooring slowly echoed in the reception room.

The footsteps were steady and cold, each step carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

Liang Anyuan was leaning casually against the sofa, but upon hearing footsteps, he immediately straightened up slightly and looked in the direction of the sound.

The moment he saw who it was, his pale, sickly face instantly broke into a smile.

Liang An slowly stood up, supporting himself on the handrail. His movements were somewhat slow due to the pain, but he still maintained his composure.

He slowly straightened his back, his expression respectful and polite.

Yan Qi was still dressed in cold, somber black, with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his clearly defined wrist bones.

He stood tall and straight, his shoulders taut, and he exuded an aura of cold, desolate chill, as if he had just emerged from a frozen pool.

His eyes were sinister and devoid of warmth. His gaze swept casually across the reception room, making even the surrounding air seem colder.

The reception room was simply and elegantly furnished. Liang An was trying his best to maintain a standing posture as he stood in front of the leather sofa to welcome Yan Qi.

After meeting Yan Qi, Liang An immediately greeted him with a smile:

"Mr. Yan, you've arrived. Please have a seat."

Although Liang An's voice carried a hint of weakness from illness, it was steady and gentle, and his gaze calmly fell on Yan Qi.

Yan Qi nodded slightly, walked lightly to the single sofa opposite Liang An, and sat down.

His movements were slow and elegant, yet carried a chilling aura. His dark eyes stared intently at Liang An, making it impossible to discern his emotions, but adding to the oppressive atmosphere around them.

Liang An slowly sat down as well, and with a slight lift of his fingertips, instructed Geng Shi, who was standing behind him:

"Go and make Mr. Yan a cup of coffee."

Yan Qi came in alone, and Liang An didn't want to keep him around, so he sent Geng Shi away.

Liang An then politely got straight to the point:

"Mr. Yan, you must have had a long journey. You made a special trip to Country A to see me; it must be something important, right?"

Liang An spoke with sincerity, his politeness tinged with respect.

Because Yan Qi was Liang An's angel investor in the early stages of his business.

Moreover, Yan Qi has been injecting capital into the Liang Group in recent years and is now a hidden major shareholder of the Liang Group.

Yan Qi's gaze swept over Liang An's hands resting on his lap, and he went straight to the point in a calm tone:

"Mr. Liang, do you still have the energy to handle household chores?"

Liang An's body trembled slightly, and the smile on his face faded a bit. He asked, puzzled:

"Mr. Yan, what do you mean by that?"

Yan Qi parted his thin lips slightly, his tone carrying an undeniable pressure:

"The financial reports of the Liang Group for the last two quarters have not looked good."

"I wonder who's really in charge of the Liang Group right now?"

A hint of unease flashed across Liang An's eyes.

He sighed softly and said sincerely:

"Mr. Yan, to be honest, I've been recuperating here for the past six months and haven't been able to balance work and family matters. I'm sorry to have worried you."

Yan Qi's gaze darkened, and his voice, as he spoke again, carried a chilling, sinister undertone:

"So, Mr. Liang, how do you plan to handle your family matters?"

"I've heard that Mr. Liang's good wife has recently been focused solely on fighting for your assets, leaving her no time to manage the company and repeatedly targeting your daughter."

"Is Mr. Liang planning to hand over the Liang Group to your wife?"

Yan Qi's tone was flat and emotionless, without the slightest extra emotion.

It's as if they're just talking about a trivial matter that has nothing to do with them, but affects their own interests.

Liang An's expression darkened, and his anxiety deepened.

He raised his hand to rub his temples, his tone calm and polite, yet tinged with a hint of helplessness:

"President Yan, I have already given Cao Lan a stern warning and taken measures to restrain her behavior."

"But I didn't expect Cao Lan to be so stubborn, which actually affected the company's operations. This is something I didn't handle properly."

"President Yan, please rest assured, I will definitely handle the company's affairs well and will not hand the company over to Cao Lan for management. The Liang Group will also be taken over by a suitable executive director."

"So please rest assured, give me some time, and the company will return to normal as soon as possible."

Yan Qi's dark eyes narrowed slightly, a sinister ruthlessness flashing in them.

He said coldly:

"I'm asking, how does Mr. Liang plan to handle household chores?"

"Cao Lan is your legal wife, and all her words and actions are related to the company's image."

"I don't want to see news reports of Mr. Liang's wife repeatedly trying to harm his daughter in order to fight for the family fortune."

Liang An looked at Yan Qi earnestly and said decisively:

"President Yan, rest assured, I will handle this matter as soon as possible. I will never allow Cao Lan to harm my daughter again, nor will I allow this matter to affect the company's operations."

Yan Qi's gloomy eyes revealed no emotion, yet his tone was chilling and intimidating:

"Mr. Liang, the reason I invested in you is because I value your ability to run a company."

"I don't want to see you unable to handle even the smallest household chores, and I certainly don't want to see you condoning the troublemaking of those around you."

Liang An's face paled even more, and he frowned slightly, his tone becoming more urgent:

"President Yan, I assure you that I can handle my family affairs well and manage the company's operations effectively. I will never let you down."

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the glass window, falling on Yan Qi and making his aura appear even colder and more sinister.

Yan Qi's tone remained calm, yet it carried an undeniable decisiveness, leaving no room for negotiation:

"Three days."

"If you don't handle the housework properly, I'll do it for you."

Liang An froze, his face filled with astonishment, and asked:

"President Yan, what...what do you mean by that?"

Yan Qi's dark eyes were fixed on Liang An's face, his gaze as sinister as the Grim Reaper.

A faint, sinister smile curved his lips as he spoke in a flat tone, as if he were discussing a trivial matter:

"It's very simple."

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his tone immediately turned somber.

"If Mr. Liang can't manage his wife, I can take care of it for him."

Liang An's expression changed drastically; his eyes widened and he froze instantly.

He took a while to calm himself down before earnestly saying:

"President Yan, you absolutely mustn't..."

"My son is only in high school this year, and he still needs his mother to take good care of him."

"President Yan, thank you for thinking of the company and for taking care of my family matters, but these are ultimately my family affairs and should be handled by myself."

"President Yan, no matter how bad Cao Lan is, she is still my wife and the mother of my son. I beg you to show mercy."

"I will definitely handle this properly, and I will never let Cao Lan affect the company in the slightest again..."

Yan Qi slightly raised his hand, making a gesture of stopping him. The simple yet effective movement instantly silenced Liang An's next words.

Yan Qi looked coldly at Liang An, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever, but rather a hint of impatience.

It is obvious that Liang An is still unaware that Liang Song is not his biological son.

Yan Qi looked at Liang An's forced attempt to maintain a composed demeanor and asked in a cold voice:

"Are you sure Liang Song is your biological son?"

Liang An trembled, his face turned ashen, and he replied solemnly:

"Why would President Yan ask that?"

"I have already done a paternity test with Liang Song, and that test can prove that Liang Song is indeed my biological son."

After a pause, Liang An couldn't help but ask again:

"Mr. Yan, why are you saying this all of a sudden? Have you heard something?"

Liang An was clearly flustered inside, but he forced himself to remain calm on the surface.

Yan Qi slowly took a deep breath, his dark eyes sweeping over Liang An.

His voice was low and cold as he spoke, each word carefully enunciated as he retorted:

"Didn't Mr. Liang just say that he hoped I wouldn't interfere in your family affairs?"

A few drops of cold sweat instantly trickled down Liang An's forehead.

He swallowed hard and replied in a soft, gentle voice:

"President Yan, please don't joke with me like that. This is a serious matter of bloodline inheritance, and it's not something to be joked about lightly."

Yan Qi looked at Liang An with great interest.

Seeing the fear and anxiety that Liang An was trying so hard to suppress in his eyes only aroused his interest in teasing him.

Yan Qi's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible hint of interest.

He said casually:

"Then just do another paternity test, and we'll know for sure, right?"