I'm invincible once I descend the mountain; the beautiful CEO is forcing me to get our marriage

Robert Ellsworth got into the extended custom-made Hongqi car.

The car door closed, shutting out the noise from outside.

The two bodyguards in the front row, both at the Celestial Realm level, sat upright, breathing very softly.

"Drive," An Siyuan ordered.

The car started smoothly.

An Siyuan turned to look out the window.

"Like a frog at the bottom of a well, arrogant and conceited." That was his assessment.

In his eyes, Ye An's ability to refine top-grade pills was indeed a testament to his true skill.

But to be complacent in the south, even daring to refuse offers from the capital, shows a narrow-mindedness and a lack of understanding of current affairs.

Bodyguard Zhang Ping chimed in, "The patriarch is right. That kid doesn't know what's good for him. He'll get what's coming to him later."

While verbally agreeing, Zhang Ping's mind was replaying the scene from the inner room.

Ye An didn't even raise his eyelids when facing the head of the An family; his composure was something that ordinary people couldn't fake.

Even Jiang Xiaotian couldn't remain calm when he saw An Siyuan, let alone a young alchemist?

Zhang Ping was a martial artist at the Celestial Realm, and he couldn't see through Ye An's true nature.

This person is either an ordinary person or far more powerful than himself.

Considering the other party's ability to refine top-grade pills, Zhang Ping leaned towards the latter.

"Hmph, let's not talk about this again."

An Siyuan didn't bother to mention Ye An again.

His trip south was just a small matter he took care of while recruiting alchemists.

"Change the itinerary," An Siyuan said to the driver. "Let's skip the hotel and go straight to the Shanghai police station."

His real purpose was to see his stubborn niece.

Inside the director's office at the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

The air conditioning was set very low, but Director Ding and Criminal Police Captain Liu Jianguo stood ramrod straight, their foreheads slightly sweaty.

An Siyuan sat in the main seat, flipping through Anya's recent police dispatch records.

The sound of papers turning was particularly jarring in the quiet office, and the oppressive atmosphere made the two people afraid to even look up.

"Smack."

An Siyuan slammed the file heavily onto the table.

Director Ding and Liu Jianguo both shuddered.

"Team Leader Liu," An Siyuan said, his tone extremely cold, "I left my niece here with you so she could experience life, not so she could risk her life."

Liu Jianguo swallowed hard, not daring to reply.

He thought to himself, "Your niece has such a temper, not even ten oxen could pull her back."

Every time we go out on a call, she runs to the front. As her mentor, how can I dare to stop her?

If you really piss her off, she'll even arrest me.

An Siyuan pointed to the file on the table: "Three months, five undercover arrests, and two close-quarters combats with drug dealers and assassins."

"If I hadn't given you prior notice so you could secretly send people to keep an eye on her, she would have been dead several times over!"

Liu Jianguo repeatedly agreed, wiping away cold sweat as he explained, "Mr. An, Comrade An Ya charged into battle too fiercely. We have been secretly protecting her with our best officers, and we dare not be negligent in the slightest."

An Siyuan, his face cold, tapped the table: "Call her to my office immediately. You two, leave."

Liu Jianguo complied, pulling Director Ding out of the room and closing the door behind him.

After leaving the house, Liu Jianguo let out a sigh of relief and muttered to himself, "These days, serving a young lady is more tiring than solving a case."

Director Ding gestured for silence. There were two martial arts experts at the Celestial Realm as bodyguards over there, so they should say less.

Two minutes later, the office door was pushed open, and Anya walked in.

She was wearing a police uniform, her shirt stretched taut.

The belt accentuated her slim waist, and her long legs were encased in dark blue trousers.

She had just finished a field job; her blonde hair was a little messy, with a few stray strands sticking to her cheeks.

Upon seeing An Siyuan, a complex emotion flickered across Anya's usually cool and aloof face.

She stood at the doorway, not approaching.

"Uncle," Anya called out coldly.

The moment An Siyuan saw her, the coldness in his eyes hardened into a look of heartache.

This girl looks just like her deceased mother. The stubbornness in her eyes and brows is also a carbon copy.

An Siyuan sighed, feeling both heartache and helplessness.

"It's pointless and extremely dangerous for you to be a policeman in Shanghai all by yourself," An Siyuan cut to the chase, sternly criticizing him. "Resign immediately and come back to the capital with me."

Anya refused without hesitation: "This is my career, and I don't need the An family to interfere."

Seeing that his persuasion was ineffective, An Siyuan took out a gold-embossed name card from his pocket and slammed it heavily on the table.

"The family has already found you an excellent marriage." He played his trump card, his tone brimming with unquestionable arrogance. "The groom is Lin Xiao, the last disciple of Huo Changfeng, the leader of the Northern Martial Arts Alliance."

Anya stood there coldly, not even glancing at the name card.

An Siyuan, however, was quite certain, praising him highly: "He is the most talented ancient martial artist among the younger generation in the North. Only such a peerless genius is worthy of my An family's daughter."

"I won't marry him," Anya said firmly.

She raised her head, her eyes resolute and unwavering: "Before my mother passed away, she arranged a marriage for me. As her daughter, I will never go against her wishes."

Upon hearing the word "engagement," An Siyuan's face instantly darkened to an extreme degree.

"Bang!" He slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, his anger erupting:

"That so-called marriage agreement your mother arranged for you back then was a complete joke! Just a worthless piece of paper!"

He pressed on relentlessly, his words like knives piercing Anya's sore spots:

"In all these years, has your so-called fiancé ever come to see you even once? Who does he think he is, to make me, the young lady of the An family, waste my precious youth waiting for him?"

Anya's face stiffened at the question, and her eyes involuntarily reddened.

She bit her lower lip hard, stubbornly meeting An Siyuan's gaze:

"No. But I firmly believe he will come! If he doesn't come, I will never marry and will never accept any arranged marriage!"

"Foolish!" An Siyuan laughed angrily, pointing at Anya and yelling, "You're just as foolish as your mother! She was killed by a man back then!"

He coldly tore off the mask of politeness and asserted without any mercy:

"Your fiancé is either a good-for-nothing who doesn't even dare to show his face, or he's long dead in some poor mountain village. He's not worth waiting for!"

At this point, the two completely broke down in their conversation, and the atmosphere in the room instantly plummeted to freezing point.

An Siyuan quickly put away the calling cards on the table, too lazy to waste any more words, and directly issued an ultimatum.

"You must come back to the capital with me to get married by Chinese New Year this year at the latest! This is not up to you!"

Anya didn't say a word, turned around and slammed the door shut as she left.

As An Siyuan stared at Anya's departing figure, his eyes gradually turned sinister.

He called Liu Jianguo and Director Ding, who were waiting outside, in and warned them sternly, "During this time, you must keep a close watch on Anya. She must not be allowed to leave Shanghai, not even for a moment, and absolutely no mishaps are allowed!"

The two fell silent, nodding repeatedly in agreement.

Before leaving, An Siyuan paused, then coldly added, "Shanghai has been quite turbulent lately. There's been some kind of immortal's tomb that's causing quite a stir. Keep a close eye on her and don't let her get involved in these messy people and events."

……

Inside the Jiang family's secret chamber, the heavy stone door was already tightly shut.

Ye An sat cross-legged on the futon.

Around him were several sandalwood boxes filled with top-grade spiritual herbs.

The box lid was wide open, emanating an extremely rich spiritual energy that almost materialized within the sealed room.

Bathed in spiritual energy, Ye An remained calm and composed, completely disregarding An Siyuan's previous arrogance.

"Settling down in the capital?"

Ye An probed his divine sense into the jade pendant's space, his gaze falling on the slightly yellowed marriage certificate, which was the location of his next marriage contract.

Unexpectedly, I had already made contact with them before even setting off for the capital.

Recalling An Siyuan's arrogant demeanor, Ye An thought to himself that the An family was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

However, a high barrier to entry is actually a good thing.

The higher one's social standing, the more one cares about saving face when announcing an engagement, and the less likely they are to cling on shamelessly.

Ye An regained his composure and cleared his mind of distractions.

It's too early to think about these things now. The most urgent task is to use the abundance of medicinal herbs in this room to improve our strength as quickly as possible.