Mr. Yan, wake up! Your wife isn't a delicate little flower.

The atmosphere in the car was somewhat heavy.

After Cheng Xihe greeted him, Yan Mingchuan stared at her without saying a word, his eyes cold and distant.

Feeling a little guilty, Cheng Xihe touched her nose, then came to her senses—what was she feeling guilty about!

"Oh, I also called a car. I'll get out now." Cheng Xihe opened the car door, wanting to escape as quickly as possible.

If we don't go now, we'll be late.

Seeing this, Yan Mingchuan said in a cold and unyielding tone, "You're all on the bus now, I'll take you back to school."

"No need, I already called..."

Cheng Xihe was about to say something in his defense when Yan Mingchuan interrupted him, "Since it's on my way, just cancel your taxi ride. I'll compensate you for the loss."

"The car has arrived, now..."

Yan Mingchuan's expression turned cold, carrying a somewhat inexplicable meaning.

After quickly tapping a few times on her phone, Cheng Xi hung up the call with the driver and paid him compensation. She calmly said, "Alright, I've canceled it. Then, I'll trouble Mr. Yan to take me back to school."

It wasn't that I was afraid of Yan Mingchuan, it was just that something felt off.

Su Jin remained silent in front, secretly watching the two clash through the rearview mirror.

"Um."

Yan Mingchuan gave a curt "hmm" and said nothing more.

This lukewarm attitude struck Cheng Xihe as odd.

This guy is offering to take me home, but he's not even talking to me. What's with all this aloofness?

"What brings you to Huixin Bank today?"

After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Xihe became sleepy, leaned against the door with his head swaying precariously, and almost fell asleep.

Yan Mingchuan's sudden remark brought her back to her senses.

"Huh? What did you say?"

Looking up, Cheng Xihe's eyes held a rare look of bewilderment.

Yan Mingchuan put down the documents in his hand and looked at Cheng Xihe: "I just want to ask you, what are you going to Huixin Bank for?"

"oh."

Straightening up, Cheng Xihe rubbed his eyes: "My grandmother left me something, I'll go check it out."

Yan Mingchuan frowned slightly, feeling that Cheng Xihe was lying.

He had been researching Cheng Xihe's maternal grandmother for a long time.

As far as he knew, his grandmother wasn't that wealthy; the amount of money required to open an account at Huixin Bank was considerable.

Turning his head, Yan Mingchuan stared at Cheng Xihe, trying to see if something was wrong from her face.

"That's it?" He raised an eyebrow, asking again, unwilling to give up.

Cheng Xihe: "Hmm."

"Um."

Yan Mingchuan coldly emphasized those two words and didn't ask any further questions.

Now it was Cheng Xihe's turn to be curious.

She chuckled softly and looked at Yan Mingchuan: "Mr. Yan, aren't you curious about what my grandmother left me?"

"If you don't want to talk about it, it's not convenient for me to ask any more questions." Yan Mingchuan nodded calmly to her, then looked out the window at the scenery.

Cheng Xihe remained silent.

All that could be heard was Yan Mingchuan's very soft voice: "If you want to tell me, you will naturally do so."

"Mr. Yan is right, it is indeed not very convenient." Cheng Xihe looked at Yan Mingchuan with a smile.

Yan Mingchuan's face turned cold, and he remained silent.

He didn't know what he was angry about.

I just feel uneasy.

Su Jin, somewhat frightened, raised the partition in front of her.

It's better to pretend you can't hear anything, lest he be silenced by Brother Yan in his anger.

Cheng Xihe smiled, showing no fear of Yan Mingchuan: "President Yan, what's with that expression? Why does it look so bad?"

"It's nothing."

Yan Mingchuan's reply was somewhat stiff, and his expression unconsciously betrayed his stiffness.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and composed himself.

"There's no need to be angry."

Cheng Xihe looked at him and said, "I really can't tell you about this right now, since it's related to my grandmother."

The main point is to keep your wealth out of sight!

Even though Yan Mingchuan is so rich that he doesn't need to care whether she has money or not.

"Furthermore, my grandmother's affairs are my private matters, and private matters are not covered in our terms and conditions."

Even if I didn't say anything, President Yan shouldn't be angry.

With just a few words, Yan Mingchuan's anger was seen as impolite and petty.

"Is there anything else you want to ask, Mr. Yan? I'm almost at school." Cheng Xihe glanced at the time, turned her head, and looked at Yan Mingchuan with amusement.

Yan Mingchuan paused for a moment, then asked, "Xihe, are you very familiar with that boy from the Bai family?"

"Which one are you talking about? The Bai family or the Bai family?" Cheng Xihe asked deliberately, looking at Yan Mingchuan's expression.

Yan Mingchuan remained silent for a while before slowly speaking: "The one who went to the bank with you today."

"Oh, you mean Bai Ce?"

Cheng Xihe's face was full of a teasing smile: "He's my good friend. It was my request for him to accompany me to the bank. What's wrong with that?"

I'm unfamiliar with this place, and Mr. Yan, aren't you busy with work too? So, is it alright if I ask him to come with me?"

Cheng Xihe knew what he was thinking, and her smile widened even more than before.

With a cold expression, Yan Mingchuan couldn't help but say, "If you need, I can go to the bank with you."

"Mr. Yan, you're such a busy person, there's absolutely no need to trouble you to come with me to the bank."

Cheng Xihe smiled faintly: "With this much time, you could make a lot of money!"

"If you want, I can accompany you," Yan Mingchuan said, waiting for Cheng Xihe's reaction.

Cheng Xihe paused, then turned to look outside: "Well, anyway, I've already taken care of it."

Looking down at the time, Cheng Xihe said, "It's almost time. I have things to do back at school."

Let's have dinner together.

Yan Mingchuan looked at Cheng Xihe.

Cheng Xihe looked back at him: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I've already had Su Jin make the arrangements. This road isn't leading back to your school."

Yan Mingchuan put away all the documents on his lap.

Cheng Xihe glanced at him and couldn't help but laugh: "President Yan is so domineering, he doesn't even ask for my opinion before going out to eat."

"I think you'll say yes."

"If I don't agree, wouldn't I make you lose face?" Cheng Xihe raised an eyebrow at him.

Yan Mingchuan pursed his lips and said after a long while, "Making you uncomfortable is what makes you lose face."

"You're really good with words."

Cheng Xihe looked away. "I have plans to go abroad during the National Day holiday. Could you cover for me?"

"National Day?"

Yan Mingchuan folded the documents on his lap and put them in the cabinet: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to Switzerland," Cheng Xihe said, opening his phone. "My passport is ready; all that's left is for me to go."

Yan Mingchuan asked, puzzled, "What's the reason you're going to Switzerland? Do you need someone to accompany you?"

"No need, I have some small business to attend to in Switzerland," Cheng Xihe said, thinking of Qin Jian. "I don't want Qin Jian to know about this."

Yan Mingchuan curled his lips: "Have you ever thought about this? If I go with you, he won't suspect a thing at all."

"President Yan, you must be very busy. It's not good for you to come with me to such a far place." Cheng Xihe teased him.

Turning to look at Cheng Xihe, Yan Mingchuan calmly said, "I can go with you."

I happen to have a business collaboration going on, so I'll go check it out while I'm on my way.

"OK."

Cheng Xi patted Yan Mingchuan on the shoulder: "Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Yan to accompany me."

"Um."

Yan Mingchuan's gaze fell on Cheng Xihe's hand patting his shoulder, and he said nothing more...