spring bite mark

Chapter 143 Old Master Yan's Gift
The Yan family's legal team was extremely efficient.

Half an hour later, two thick asset and share donation agreements had been prepared as requested by Old Master Yan.

Grandpa Yan, with one child in his arms, smiled broadly and said, "Most of Grandpa's things were taken by your unreliable fathers. There's not much left, but it's still presentable. Today, I'm giving each of you a few properties and 5% of the shares as a gift. Also, take any of Grandpa's antiques and paintings that catch your eye later."

Xie Jian blinked and smiled sweetly, "Really! Grandpa's house has so many things I like! Can I bring a truck to move them? Two trucks, one for me and one for my brother!"

Yan Changye coughed lightly, somewhat unable to bear the sight.

Jiang Manman also looked embarrassed and gently reminded him, "Thank you for your help. Just ask Daddy to buy whatever you need. Don't take away Grandpa's favorite things."

"What are you saying? These two children are the ones I will cherish from now on!"

Because of the two children, Grandpa Yan suddenly found Jiang Manman incredibly pleasing to the eye:

"Not only them, but I'll also give you a few properties later. I just heard about the outrageous things that bastard did; they're not things a normal person would do! You've been kept in the dark all these years, so having some of your own properties will give you more leverage when you argue with him in the future."

Jiang Manman: "...Thank you, Dad."

Grandpa Yan's attention quickly shifted back to the children, and he treated them like little emperors, his tone incredibly soft:
"Can you write your own name?"

A thick stack of documents awaiting signature was placed in front of the two children.

Xie Jian looked distressed: "I can't write the characters for Beijing! I can only write the characters for Hong Kong! There are so many, more than my homework, when will I ever finish writing them all..."

"It's alright, it's alright, pressing your handprint is fine too. Grandpa will personally teach you to write simplified Chinese characters when there's time later..."

At this point, Old Master Yan turned to the butler and said, "Go and tidy up my study, set up two children's study desks, and prepare some primers. I'll be helping my little grandchildren with their homework in the future."

Yan Changye's previously indifferent expression changed upon hearing these words; his gaze towards Old Master Yan finally revealed the intense emotion of "You are my own father."

"Alright, I'll leave the studies to you from now on."

Grandpa Yan was clearly pleased with Yan Changye's attitude. "When I come back from Hong Kong, let me have the child for a few days. I'll take him to visit some old friends. They used to be the ones showing off their grandsons to me. Now it's my turn."

Jiang Manman went to see Yan Changye.

Yan Changye nodded gently to her: "Madam, as the heir of the Yan family, it's good that you're taken out to broaden your horizons as soon as possible."

Jiang Manman nodded and said respectfully to Grandpa Yan, "Then I'll trouble you, Dad. But, Dad, you just said you were going to Hong Kong?"

"Upon learning that my old friend Xie has become my father-in-law, it's only right and proper that I pay him a visit," Old Master Yan remarked, a touch of embarrassment in his voice. "Speaking of which, Old Xie is only nine years older than me. From now on, I'll have to call him Dad..."

Yan Changye offered a perfunctory consolation: "It's nothing. The CEO of Yan's European region recently married a woman thirty-six years younger than him, so he still has to call a man more than ten years younger than him 'father-in-law.'"

Old Master Yan glared at him: "If you can't speak properly, then shut up."

Then, he buried his head in his work and led the two children to put their handprints on the paper.

From the entrance hall in the distance, Sun Bei personally brought out the dishes. Seeing this scene from afar, and then looking at the two thick stacks of documents, a chill inexplicably rose in her heart. She stood there blankly for a long time, not moving forward until the dishes in her hands got cold.

Then, absentmindedly shoving the dish into a servant's hand, he left with a sullen face.

"Grandpa." Yan Yu, who had been silent, suddenly looked up at Old Master Yan.

Grandpa Yan had always thought the child was introverted and aloof, and was just thinking about how to amuse him when the child took the initiative to talk to him. He immediately perked up his ears and pretended to listen attentively.
"My little darling, what's wrong?" "I don't want the shares and the business anymore," Yan Yu said calmly. "Your wife seems unhappy."

Old Master Yan: "..."

Even Yan Changye and Jiang Manman fell silent.

"The affairs of the Yan family are not for an outsider to decide." Old Master Yan directly hugged Yan Yu into his arms. "Grandpa will not only give, but give more! Look how cute my little golden grandson is. Later, all the antiques and paintings in the collection room will be yours!"

It took more than an hour to sign the papers.

When the group returned to the table to eat, Sun Bei excused herself from feeling unwell and did not appear.

After dinner, Xie Jian's bodyguards arrived at the hillside villa in two large trucks.

When we left, both cars were packed.

A cartload of antiques and calligraphy, chosen for the banquet.

The other car belonged to Xie Jianxuan: a large tortoise, beautiful stones, several baskets of lush green vegetables, fish caught by Grandpa Yan himself, and a large clump of lovely bamboo...

Yan Changye was unsurprised: "Keep the vegetables in the kitchen, and put everything else in Villa No. 2, especially that turtle, it smells strong, don't bring it in front of me."

"Okay, Daddy!" Xie Jian didn't notice Yan Changye's disdain. He hugged the big tortoise, got into the truck, and pulled Yan Yu up with him. "Brother, let's ride in this cool truck together!"

Two trucks roared away. Yan Changye and Jiang Manman got into a car and followed slowly.

On the way back, Yan Changye brought up the matter of the child: "The old man plans to add the child to the family tree on the day of the child's birthday banquet—only Ayu will be listed."

Jiang Manman was taken aback: "Where's Xie Jian?"

"Xie Jian will be busy enough inheriting the Xie family business. Xie Yunxi's identity also needs an heir, otherwise the huge family business will be divided up by some wolves in sheep's clothing."

Jiang Manman paused for a moment, then asked, "So, Xie Jian can return to Hong Kong?"

“Let him stay in the capital and he can return to Hong Kong to inherit the Xie family business after he turns eighteen.” Yan Changye knew that Xie Jian was not in front of him, so he spoke less. “It also depends on how he grows up. Judging from his current development trend, tsk... I suspect that I will have to keep cleaning up his messes in the future.”

“The child is still young, you can’t tell yet. Besides, he’s kind of cute.” Jiang Manman wasn’t thinking that far ahead. “I just want him to be happy. If he’s not cut out for it, we can find someone trustworthy to inherit it later.”

Yan Changye shook his head: "That won't do. I've worked so hard for half a year to snatch this child from the clutches of the King of Hell. The best of them must be given to them. If that's really not possible, I'm here. I can protect them for decades without any problem."

Jiang Manman nodded: "Then, Dad, you have no objection to Xie Jian not including him in the family genealogy?"

“He had a lot of complaints,” Yan Changye said slowly. “He even had an argument with me. After I told him I would give him two more later, he calmed down.”

Jiang Manman was immediately furious: "You still want to have another child?"

"No, I was just fooling him." Yan Changye clicked his tongue lightly. "These two are enough to annoy me."

As darkness fell, the family of four returned to the city.

Instead of returning to No. 1 Mansion, they checked into the Imperial Capital Hotel, which is the closest to Mu Chan Studio.

(End of this chapter)