spring bite mark

Chapter 115 His name is Yan Yu
ten minutes later.

No. 1 Residence, Villa No. 2.

Yan Changye was still wearing that sexy and comfortable nightgown, but unlike in front of Jiang Manman, every tie was fastened properly.

He sat on the sofa, looking down coldly at the two children who had moved small stools and were sitting in front of him.

A banquet and a thank you for your company.

After being comforted by the gentle embrace of his wife, he was actually in a pretty good mood. However, the thought of his pampered and unruly son suddenly losing control and becoming a thief, taking turns frolicking in his beloved wife's arms every night, made him furious again.

"Tell me, whose idea was this?"

"I just miss Manman so much!" Xie Jianxing's eyes were slightly red, and her lips were pouting. "I've been as big as a little mouse and I've grown up to this age without ever knowing what it's like to have a mother. What's wrong with me hugging and kissing her! Daddy, if you're angry, then hit me. If you hurt me, I'll just be a pitiful, broken baby!"

Yan Changye had a headache and said with a hint of disgust, "Forget it, why should I reason with an idiot like you who can't even understand what I'm saying..."

He looked at Yan Yu: "And you, what do you say?"

Yan Yu blinked her peach blossom eyes slightly and let out a soft "oh":
"So what if I'm a pitiful baby in tattered clothes? I have no problem with that."

He paused for a moment, then casually picked up the phone's charging cable and handed it over.
"I just checked, Beijing doesn't have laws like Hong Kong that forbid hitting children, so you can do whatever you want."

Yan Changye stared at him intently for a moment: "Can't you talk to your father properly?"

The response was a long silence.

Yan Changye frowned: "What are you pretending to be so profound for at such a young age? Speak up."

Yan Yu met his gaze: "I'm only a few minutes older than him. He can miss his mother, so why can't I?"

"..." Yan Changye suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. "Of course you can think about it. But thinking about it is one thing, and secretly taking turns with Xie Jian to sneak into her bed is another."

Yan Yu pursed her lips and remained silent.

Yan Changye then looked at the group of bodyguards who were standing obediently: "And you guys, have you forgotten who pays your salaries? You didn't let me know a word about the two kids running off to the capital on their own, buying houses and cars, and you even helped them change shifts at night. You guys are pretty good."

The bodyguards all followed the banquet etiquette and remained silent.

Yan Changye felt even more frustrated, and laughed angrily: "Yan Yu's bodyguards will all stay in Hong Kong. I'll send over a new batch of well-behaved ones. As for you, Yan Yu..."

Yan Yutao's eyes gradually dimmed.

Looking at the child's silent, dejected, and frail figure, Yan Changye felt as if a dull knife was cutting through his heart. The words "go back to Hong Kong with the bodyguards" stuck in his throat, and he sighed resignedly.
"Since you're here, Yan Yu, stay in the capital. You can stay at Villa No. 2 again. I'll come and keep you company when I have time."

Yan Yu was slightly taken aback. He raised his head and stared blankly at Yan Changye, his dull eyes suddenly regaining their luster.

Yan Changye's voice softened slightly: "But, you're not allowed to loiter in the streets anymore, it's embarrassing."

"Daddy, what about me?" Xie Jian blinked, looking bewildered.

"You stay with your brother during the day, you don't need to go out with Jiang Che." Yan Changye, having been reminded of his presence by Xie Jian, then thought of another worry, "Look at your bruised and swollen face in the mirror, it's more embarrassing than your brother walking around in the street! I almost forgot, I still have to sign a bunch of compensation documents later..."

Xie Jian's face was puffed up with anger: "They provoked me first! My toad came first, but they won't admit it."

"Have some ambition, it's just a toad..." Yan Changye closed his eyes. "Have the kitchen buy a big basket of bullfrogs tomorrow. They're not allowed to leave the house until they're tired of playing with them."

Xie Jian's expression visibly brightened with excitement: "I can't wait! Daddy, can we buy it now?"

Yan Changye's breathing became slightly disordered. How could his genes have produced such a stubborn and stupid thing?
When Yan Changye returned from Villa No. 2, he brought back a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

Jiang Manman was still scrolling through her phone in bed when she saw Yan Changye return. A little curious, she asked, "You went to see Yu, the 'Yu' you met? Who exactly is he...?"

Yan Changye casually replied with an "oh": "He, surnamed Yan, is one of us."

The Yan family has many members, and Jiang Manman had never seen many of them before. She looked surprised and said, "So you're from the Yan family. I thought you were from the Xie family."

"The Xie family?"

“The last Chinese style exhibition was held in Gangdu. I heard that the organizer was the Xie family. I ran into Yu there once. Everyone said that he was the investor,” Jiang Manman explained.

Yan Changye remained unfazed and countered each move with a witty remark: "His father has some connection with the Xie family, so he can be considered half a member of the Xie family."

Jiang Manman breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good too. I was worried you'd cause a scene next door—since we're family, why don't you invite them over for a meal sometime?"

"I've been quite busy lately," Yan Changye said vaguely. "Let's talk about it later."

Not wanting to continue the topic, he handed over the orange juice in his hand: "This was squeezed by Ayu himself, and he specially asked me to bring it to you."

"Ayu?"

"Hmm." Yan Changye's fingers tightened slightly on the orange juice bottle for a moment, but his expression remained unchanged. "His full name is Yan Yu."

After saying that, he looked at Jiang Manman's expression.

Jiang Manman, unaware that Yan Changye's heart skipped a beat, took the orange juice, fetched two glasses, poured out a glass, and handed one to Yan Changye: "Since this is a loving orange juice offered by a junior, would you like a glass?"

She did not press the matter of the banquet.

Yan Changye took a sip of orange juice, unsure whether he felt disappointed or relieved.

The next day was the weekend.

Yan Changye didn't go to the company. After two consecutive nights of partying, he gradually developed a "the night is too short to go to work" mentality, so he simply indulged himself and stayed at home with Jiang Manman to while away the good time.

Shen Zongqian called: "There are ten candidates for the president of the new company. They have arrived at headquarters from all over the country. Boss, do you want to meet with them in person?"

Yan Changye was still playing with Jiang Manman's hair when he gave a perfunctory "hmm": "I'm with Madam, so I don't have time to go to the company. I brought No. 1 Residence with me."

"Okay, BOSS."

Conference room at the headquarters of Yanjing Group.

Shen Zongqian hung up the phone, looked at the ten candidates for regional president, and said gently, "The chairman is not at work today. I will take you to his residence."

"President Shen," one of the candidates politely asked Shen Zongqian, "You've served the chairman for many years, could you offer some advice on what to be mindful of when you meet him later?"

Shen Zongqian glanced at him: "Nothing else matters. Just remember one thing: in the chairman's heart, his wife is more important than Yanjing Group. Don't take up his time with his wife by talking about things that aren't particularly important."

When he spoke, the listeners didn't have any specific feelings about it.

An hour later, a group of people respectfully arrived at No. 1 Mansion and stood on the garden terrace, which was not very soundproof. Looking at the lush flowers, Yan Changye was chatting with his wife with great interest.

Strangely, they were still gossiping about Xie Yunxi...

(End of this chapter)