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

In the days that followed, Cheng Xihe continued attending school as usual, occasionally returning home to treat Yan Mingchuan.

As New Year's Day approached, Yan Mingchuan's leg had basically healed.

He will need rehabilitation before he can walk normally again.

It happened to be the weekend.

"Xihe, my father wants us to go back home. Do you have time?"

Yan Mingchuan was eating when he looked up at Cheng Xihe beside him.

Cheng Xihe paused, her hand still holding the food she was picking up: "Back to your house?"

"Yes, just my father and those two men."

Yan Mingchuan's expression was slightly cold.

He was still unclear about Yan Haiting's purpose in asking him to take Xihe back.

If he had ulterior motives, wouldn't he have harmed Xihe if he actually did it?

After all, he had a grudge against them.

"Let's go back then."

Cheng Xihe smiled slightly: "Perfect timing to go back and test the mental resilience of your family members."

"Are you going to make a move?"

Yan Mingchuan looked up at her and said, "I advise you not to take action, lest they find something to use against you."

"I don't care."

Cheng Xihe scoffed lightly: "I don't have anything to do. I'm not the kind of person who acts rashly."

"It's okay, even if you make a move, I'll still stand by you."

Yan Mingchuan chuckled lightly: "None of them dare to touch you."

Resting her chin on her hand, Cheng Xihe looked at Yan Mingchuan with a smile: "What if your dad bullies me?"

"He deserved to be beaten up," Yan Mingchuan said indifferently.

Cheng Xihe raised an eyebrow: "Okay."

The two agreed to go back to the Yan family home together that afternoon.

The Yan family mansion.

Yan Haiting sat in the main seat, with his wife next to him, and Yan Chiye in the next seat.

Upon seeing Cheng Xihe pushing Yan Mingchuan in, Yan Chiye quickly stood up and said in a low voice, "Brother, I didn't know you were coming back today. I'm sorry I sat in your seat."

Yan Chi said this in the night, secretly glancing at Yan Mingchuan with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

He enjoyed this time of opposing Yan Mingchuan.

Yan Mingchuan ignored him and looked up at Yan Haiting: "Dad."

He didn't even spare Yan Chiye a glance.

Mrs. Yan stood up and said, "Oh dear, Mingchuan is back."

Your father only said you were coming back, but didn't tell us when you'd be back for dinner, and then he just let Chi Ye sit there.

Ignored, Yan Chiye stood up, his eyes filled with resentment.

Cheng Xihe chuckled: "In that case, move your seat and chair together and make room for Mingchuan."

"elder brother……"

The housekeeper quickly came over and adjusted the position.

Yan Chiye was seated with Mrs. Yan, and Yan Mingchuan sat next to Yan Haiting.

"Miss Cheng, it seems you haven't married into our family yet." Mrs. Yan glanced at Cheng Xihe, her words carrying a threatening tone.

"Does Auntie mean I can't come back with Mingchuan?"

Cheng Xihe lowered her head, pretending to be heartbroken, and sobbed twice: "Since Auntie doesn't welcome me, I'll just leave."

She put the gifts she had brought aside and said, "These are all gifts I bought for Uncle Yan. Please enjoy them. I'm leaving now."

"I didn't say that."

Upon seeing this, Yan Haiting quickly called out to Cheng Xihe.

Yan Mingchuan raised an eyebrow, quite surprised that Cheng Xihe would do such a thing. He found it somewhat amusing but did not expose her.

"I'm very happy that Xihe can come. I'm also relieved that you're with Mingchuan." Yan Haiting nodded to Cheng Xihe.

Mrs. Yan's expression changed slightly, then she smiled and said, "Xihe, that's not what I meant. Please sit down and eat."

"OK."

Cheng Xihe winked at Yan Mingchuan, then sat down naturally and poured Yan Mingchuan a glass of water.

After the group finished their meal, Yan Haiting stood up and said, "Mingchuan, come upstairs with me. Chi Ye, go to the study too."

"OK."

Yan Chiye, understanding the situation, got up and pushed Yan Mingchuan.

The three of them took the elevator to the second floor.

After Cheng Xihe and the others left, they stopped pretending and relaxed to enjoy the delicious food in front of them.

The Yan family is indeed a large and prestigious family; they are very particular about their food.

I heard that even the steaks were air-freighted in this morning, they're very fresh.

It was delicious after just one bite.

After everyone left, Mrs. Yan prepared to make things difficult for Cheng Xihe: "Miss Cheng, you are also a young lady from a prestigious family."

"Why do you act like you've never eaten these things before? Didn't the Qin family teach you to be a lady?"

"Mrs. Yan is very dissatisfied with my eating?" Cheng Xihe raised his eyebrows, his beautiful big eyes staring at Mrs. Yan.

Mrs. Yan paused for a moment before saying, "I'm teaching you that a lady should be more refined and only eat what's in front of her noodles, so as not to be rude."

"and then?"

Cheng Xihe glanced at her bowl: "Can you even get full eating that little bit? You're so rich, why are you starving yourself?"

"No..." Mrs. Yan paused, feeling annoyed at Cheng Xihe's expression.

That's not what she meant!

Resting her chin on her hand, Cheng Xihe ate a piece of beef and shook her head: "To think that Mrs. Yan is not getting enough to eat, I have to have a word with Uncle Yan about this. He actually bullied you."

"Xihe, you've misunderstood what your auntie meant. I'm telling you to be more elegant, not that you shouldn't eat."

Mrs. Yan became anxious.

If Cheng Xihe were to tell others, what would become of the Yan family's reputation?

Especially since her position as Mrs. Yan was already precarious, if others found out, they might laugh at her.

"Since that's not what Auntie meant, can I eat it now?" Cheng Xihe turned his head to look at her.

Mrs. Yan: ...

"Eat, eat, just eat."

Mrs. Yan did not expect that Cheng Xihe was the kind of person who could not be threatened at all. She had tried to persuade her several times, but Cheng Xihe did not listen to her at all.

"Don't talk nonsense. You've eaten, so be quiet."

Cheng Xihe readily agreed.

Feeling aggrieved, Mrs. Yan remained silent.

After dinner, Cheng Xihe and Mrs. Yan sat together watching TV, neither of them speaking.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, the housekeeper served two servings of fruit.

Cheng Xihe picked up the fruit plate and started eating.

Mrs. Yan frowned.

She thought these were all vulgar behaviors, and frowned, saying, "Xihe, put the plate down, no one will take it from you."

"Oh, really?"

Cheng Xihe set out some plates, and the butler brought her a fork: "May I eat like this?"

"Um."

Seeing Mrs. Yan nod, Cheng Xihe chuckled softly.

She was deliberately trying to make Mrs. Yan unhappy.

I heard that Mrs. Yan used to let her son bully Yan Mingchuan quite a bit.

She would reluctantly help Yan Mingchuan avenge this grudge.

Upstairs, in the study.

Yan Haiting looked at his two sons expressionlessly.

"My shareholding is already clear; most of it is now held by Mingchuan."

As for Chi Ye, we'll talk about it after you finish your courses and start working.

"Father!" Yan Chiye looked up at Yan Mingchuan in disbelief.

Yan Mingchuan is a useless person. Why should the Yan family's shares still be in his hands? Why?!

He is clearly healthy and intelligent; he is the most suitable person to take over the Yan family.

Why should I compete with a cripple?

Yan Mingchuan nodded expressionlessly: "Mm."

Yan Chiye, who was standing next to him, was acting like a madman, his emotions running high.

Yan Haiting frowned: "Chi Ye, listen to me, you are not yet capable of taking over the Yan family."

"dad……"

Yan Chiye called out, glanced at the back of Yan Mingchuan's head, then lowered his head and obediently said, "I understand, Father."

"Um."

Yan Haiting glanced at Yan Mingchuan: "Mingchuan, how's your leg? Have you found the Ghost Hand Doctor?"

"The Ghost Hand Doctor isn't in the country, and neither is Yunshan Guest," Yan Mingchuan said casually, as if he didn't care about his leg.

Yan Haiting said directly, "No matter what method you use, your leg still needs to be healed. I refuse to believe that no one can heal your leg."

"I know."

Yan Mingchuan responded to Yan Haiting with the same indifference.

After a moment of surprise, Yan Haiting said, "Mingchuan, don't talk to me like that. I'm still your father."

"Does that mean I have to greet you with a smile?" Yan Mingchuan raised his eyes and glanced coldly at Yan Haiting.

Yan Haiting: "Mingchuan, you know that's not what I meant. Never mind, I won't say anything more."

"Alright, you two brothers can go out now. I'll calm down in my room."

He waved his hand, sat down in his chair, and ignored them.

Seeing this, Yan Chiye quickly pushed Yan Mingchuan, saying, "Father, I'll push my brother out."

"Um."

Yan Mingchuan didn't say goodbye either, his expression indifferent.

Neither of them spoke.

Yan Chiye's wicked thoughts suddenly surfaced.

He calmly pushed Yan Mingchuan's wheelchair to the edge of the stairs.

Seeing this, Yan Mingchuan didn't say a word.

He crossed his arms over his knees, looking down the stairs without the slightest sign of panic.

Instead, Yan Chiye sneered and squatted down next to Yan Mingchuan's legs: "Brother, why are all the shares of the Yan family yours?"

I am also a member of the Yan family.

Dad would rather give you all the shares than give me a single one. Why should I?

Yan Mingchuan lowered his eyes, meeting Yan Chiye's angry expression, and asked calmly:

"Are you capable?"

These five figures pressed down like a mountain, leaving Yan Chiye stunned.

He quickly came to his senses, his face gradually turning cold: "Who doesn't make mistakes when they first start a company? How big of a mistake have I made?"

"My father doesn't trust me at all? He even gave you all the shares now, why should I?!"

Yan Mingchuan was not afraid of his madness at all, and calmly mocked him:

"I remember I gave you two companies before, and because of your interference, both of them, which were generating normal revenue, went bankrupt."

"If your only skill is to bankrupt the company, isn't it the right choice not to give you the shares?"

"What's this?"

Yan Chiye looked at Yan Mingchuan in disbelief: "These two small companies, they can just go bankrupt, what's the big deal?"

"Just because of this, you won't give me any shares? Dad's so heartless!"

Yan Chiye was extremely dissatisfied and was so angry that he wanted to jump up and down.

Yan Mingchuan, standing beside him, chuckled lightly, his mockery undisguised: "So what if it goes bankrupt?"

These two small companies generate 200 million yuan in value every year, a figure that many small and medium-sized enterprises cannot achieve.

"You say small companies can just go bankrupt like that?"

"You!" Yan Chiye was speechless.

That's really the case; he couldn't say anything else to cover for himself.

Because, in principle, he was wrong.

There was no way to refute what Yan Mingchuan said.

Seeing this, Yan Mingchuan scoffed coldly: "If you don't know how to run a business, you should just admit your mistakes."

Instead of arguing your point and insisting that you're right, I have nothing to say.

"Your father was right not to hand the company over to you."

"I can continue to run other companies. The failure of this company is not entirely my fault. It's a sunset industry!"

"And if you give me a few more companies and support me, I will definitely work hard." Yan Chiye was still unwilling to give up.

She felt that Yan Haiting had given everything to Yan Mingchuan, which was why her own company went bankrupt.

Yan Mingchuan retorted without backing down: "If I remember correctly, the main reason the company went bankrupt was because you not only owed wages but also embezzled public funds?"

"If your father hadn't covered for you afterwards, you would have been in jail long ago, you idiot."

"Those people are all lowly paupers. What's wrong with me delaying my wages? It's not like I'm not paying them, it's not like I don't have the money."

Yan Chiye was still unaware of his problem, feeling superior to others.

He glanced at him, the sarcasm in Yan Mingchuan's eyes was obvious: "You haven't realized your mistake yet, have you?"

Your project is a collaborative project with the higher-ups, and your failure to pay wages is a slap in the face to them, showing that you don't take this collaboration seriously at all.

It's normal for those above to be dissatisfied, you idiot.

"I don't think you're running a company; you're trying to destroy the entire Yan family, you good-for-nothing."

Yan Mingchuan was sharp-tongued, and he would curse after saying just a few words.

While the others sat, Yan Chiye squatted in front of him, only able to endure being scolded.

"Brother, don't think I won't do anything to you just because you're my brother!" Yan Chiye's eyes reddened, filled with a fierce intent.

He stood up, walked behind Yan Mingchuan, and whispered, "You're just a cripple, why don't you become a complete cripple?"

"If I were to push you off this cliff and you died, would the entire Yan family be mine?"

"Who do you think you are, wanting the Yan family? Even if the old man were to donate the Yan family, he wouldn't leave it to a piece of trash like you."

Yan Mingchuan didn't feel his life was threatened at all; instead, he continued to mock Yan Chiye.

This completely enraged Yan Chiye.

His eyes turned red, like those of an enraged wolf.

Gripping the wheelchair handles with both hands, Yan Chiye growled fiercely in a low voice, "Brother, aren't you afraid I'll push you off?"

"You push."

Yan Mingchuan's voice was indifferent, and his nonchalant manner made it seem as if he didn't take Yan Chiye seriously at all.

Now, Yan Chiye went even crazier: "Fine, die, you piece of trash!"

He pushed Yan Mingchuan forward, and it looked like Yan Mingchuan was about to fall.

"Bang!"

Cheng Xihe suddenly appeared and kicked Yan Chiye away.

She stabilized the wheelchair with one hand, while holding onto the railing with the other, her cold gaze fixed on Yan Chiye on the ground:

"Who do you think you are, daring to push Mingchuan?"

Lying on the ground, Yan Chiye clutched his stomach, staring at Cheng Xihe in shock: "You, you, you, you..."

"What do you mean, 'what about me'? You can't even talk back after I kicked you?"

Cheng Xihe steadied Yan Mingchuan's wheelchair and glanced at him: "Are you alright?"

Hearing Cheng Xihe's concern for him, Yan Mingchuan felt much better: "I'm fine, it's just that he was being nosy."

"Heh, just because you had a bad habit?"

Cheng Xihe walked over and looked down at him: "If you're so clumsy, why don't you just get rid of this hand?"

She stomped down on the hand that Yan Chiye had pressed to the ground.

"ah!!!"

Instantly, screams echoed throughout the entire Yan family compound...