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

The screams drew everyone out.

Yan Haiting looked at Yan Chiye lying on the ground, strode over, and asked coldly, "What happened?"

"Uncle, your son has a lot on his mind. He's taking advantage of Mingchuan's disability and even tried to push him downstairs."

Cheng Xihe looked at Yan Chiye with a calm expression: "Your brother is dead, so you don't have to go to jail?"

"You think you're worthy of taking over all of the Yan family's shares?"

"Oh dear, my precious son, what's wrong?" Madam Yan came upstairs after hearing the screams.

She had just noticed that Cheng Xihe was gone and thought she had just gone to the restroom, but she didn't expect her to sneak back up.

Seeing Yan Chiye fall to the ground, Madam Yan quickly went over and helped him up.

"What exactly is going on?"

Madam Yan glared at Cheng Xihe, her eyes filled with hatred.

Seeing that Yan Haiting remained silent, Cheng Xihe sneered inwardly.

"This matter..."

Yan Mingchuan was about to speak when Cheng Xihe stopped him.

Cheng Xihe glanced at Yan Chiye lying on the ground and sneered, "Are you still lying on the ground pretending to be innocent? Get up now."

"I don't know what I did wrong that Miss Cheng has such a big problem with me."

Yan Chiye resolutely denied what he had said.

Anyway, there are no security cameras on the stairs, so he's not afraid.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Cheng Xi clicked her tongue twice and looked at Yan Haiting: "Uncle Yan, I don't want to get involved in this matter either."

"It's a pity, Yan Chiye went too far. I really don't want you to be deceived."

"What's wrong with my son?"

Madam Yan rose and shielded Yan Chiye behind her, coldly staring at Cheng Xihe:

"Miss Cheng, you haven't even married into our family yet, but you're already meddling in our family affairs."

Yan Chiye nodded behind him, his gaze toward Cheng Xihe also quite unfriendly.

He clutched his stomach, his heart filled with hatred.

"There's nothing I can do. I'm Mingchuan's fiancée, so of course I have to protect him."

Cheng Xihe looked up at Yan Haiting: "You agree, right, Uncle Yan?"

"Of course." Yan Haiting nodded. "It's certainly a good thing that you're able to protect Mingchuan."

Turning to look at Yan Chiye, Yan Haiting asked coldly, "Yan Chiye, I'm asking you, did you push your brother?"

"Dad, are you just going to listen to her side of the story?"

Yan Chiye became excited: "Although my brother and I are half-brothers, we are still blood-related brothers."

How could I have harmed my brother!

"You mean I'm lying?" Cheng Xihe raised an eyebrow at Yan Chiye.

I originally thought that Yan Chiye was a ruthless character who could endure hardship, because he had acted so well-behavedly before.

I never expected that I would be provoked like this today and completely lose my temper.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have done something so irrational, something that would give others leverage against them.

Yan Mingchuan scoffed coldly: "Didn't you do it? Did I just fall down by myself?"

"If Xihe hadn't grabbed me, I probably would be dead."

Cheng Xihe tightened his grip on the wheelchair, his gaze towards Yan Chiye particularly cold.

"That's impossible!"

Madam Yan was extremely agitated: "Our Xiaoye has always been a well-behaved child; there's no way she would do something so outrageous!"

"That's right, you've framed me!"

Yan Chiye glanced at Yan Mingchuan unwillingly, then said, "Brother, do you have any evidence to back up your claim?"

He felt that no matter what, he and Yan Mingchuan were brothers.

Yan Mingchuan had no need to make a fuss over something as trivial as an outsider bullying his own younger brother.

"I have no evidence."

Yan Mingchuan looked up at the ceiling: "There are no security cameras here."

"Xiao Chuan, Auntie knows that your leg is inconvenient, so it's normal for you to feel resentful."

But your brother is so young, how could you lie and frame him?

"The company is all yours now, you really don't need to do this."

Madam Yan raised her hand to wipe away her tears, looking aggrieved.

Cheng Xihe laughed: "So you mean we wronged him?"

"Of course, Miss Cheng, I want you to apologize to my son immediately!" Madam Yan stepped forward.

Yan Haiting watched from behind, offering no assistance to anyone.

Seeing this, Yan Chiye felt more confident: "That's right, apologize to me immediately!"

"That's hilarious."

Cheng Xihe curled her lips into a cold smile and took a brooch off her jacket: "This brooch of mine has a camera inside."

The purpose was to protect Mingchuan and prevent him from getting involved in this succession struggle.

The awkward situation of being bullied without any evidence.

"How about I show you the surveillance video so we can all take a look?"

Cheng Xihe turned his head and looked down: "I see the Yan family has a big screen. Shall we all project it together?"

"You!" Yan Chiye was completely panicked.

He hadn't expected Cheng Xihe to have this trick up his sleeve.

"I... I don't believe it. I didn't do anything wrong. Don't try to scare me." Yan Chiye couldn't possibly admit it and immediately shook his head.

Madam Yan, standing nearby, nodded in agreement, saying, "Exactly! You think you can just say you have it? Then show it to everyone if you're so confident."

"OK"

Cheng Xihe turned on his phone and started playing the video.

Just two words were uttered...

"Snapped!"

Yan Haiting slapped Yan Chiye across the face.

"Old Yan, why are you hitting your son?" Madam Yan was stunned, her big eyes staring intently at Yan Haiting.

With a stern face, Yan Haiting gave her a cold glance: "Enough, aren't you embarrassed enough already?"

"Yan Chiye, you did something like this and still dare to spout nonsense at home? Haven't we taught you enough lessons in the past?"

After saying that, Yan Haiting gave Yan Chiye a few more hard blows.

Yan Chiye, who was already clutching his stomach, now covered his head even more, looking aggrieved: "Dad, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, please don't hit me, Dad!"

"It's good that you know you're wrong, but I'm afraid you don't even know you're wrong!" Yan Haiting glared at him.

"son!"

Madam Yan quickly hugged Yan Chiye: "Old Yan, Chiye is still young, don't be so angry!"

"Alright, alright, you guys should say less."

Yan Haiting then came up.

"Xihe, I think you should delete this video, otherwise it will have a bad impact on our family."

Yan Haiting looked at Cheng Xihe intently, his tone carrying a hint of threat.

After glancing at Yan Chiye, Cheng Xihe's gaze fell on Yan Haiting: "Uncle Yan, I think you should make it up to us Mingchuan, right?"

Otherwise, what will happen to Mingchuan after suffering such a great injustice?

Little fox!

Yan Haiting's gaze towards Cheng Xihe didn't show much anger, but rather a hint of admiration.

Yan Mingchuan's ears turned red, and his mind was filled with the echo of: "Our Mingchuan, our Mingchuan..."

"Mingchuan owns most of the family's shares."

After Yan Haiting finished speaking, he looked at Yan Mingchuan, hoping he would say a few words.

Unfortunately, Yan Mingchuan didn't say a word.

He was expressionless, like a robot.

Having no other option, Yan Haiting could only say, "Can Chi Ye deduct half a year's allowance and give it all to Mingchuan?"

How many?

Cheng Xihe looked at Yan Haiting with curiosity.

Mrs. Yan, on the other hand, felt that Cheng Xihe was completely naive and unsophisticated.

Seeing that money could solve the problem, Yan Haiting said, "It's alright, it's only six million. I think that amount is already quite considerable."

"Alright."

Cheng Xihe reluctantly accepted the offer.

"I!"

Yan Chiye wanted to retort, but was glared at by Yan Haiting and silently shut up.

"Alright, Xiaoye, let's go."

Although Madam Yan was angry, she dared not say anything more and left with Yan Chiye.

Cheng Xihe glanced at his watch: "It's getting late, Uncle Yan, Mingchuan and I will head back now."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Yan Mingchuan nodded to Yan Haiting and followed Cheng Xihe down the elevator.

Once in the car, Cheng Xihe smiled at Yan Mingchuan and asked, "Did you get the money?"

"I hit him."

Yan Mingchuan took out his phone and showed Cheng Xihe the payment received.

He chuckled very softly and looked at Cheng Xihe: "Shall I share half with you?"

"That's great, thank you so much, Mr. Yan!"

Cheng Xihe had a smile on his face, clearly very happy.

Upon hearing this, Yan Mingchuan's smile faded.

Sensing something was wrong, Cheng Xihe turned to look at him: "Why is President Yan's temper so unpredictable? It's so strange."

"I'm not temperamental."

Yan Mingchuan refused to say why he was angry, and could only turn his head to look at the traffic outside the car window.

It turns out that she still calls herself President Yan here, while Mingchuan only calls her that when they're at home.

Cheng Xihe was puzzled: "Why is President Yan suddenly angry? Who upset you?"

"no."

Yan Mingchuan turned his head away, reluctantly not wanting to speak again.

Left with no other option, Cheng Xihe could only shrug: "Fine, then pretend I didn't ask."

"Um."

Yan Mingchuan replied indifferently and didn't say anything more.

Men's tempers can be really strange.

Seeing that Cheng Xihe was no longer paying attention to him, Yan Mingchuan became even angrier.

back home.

Cheng Xihe went to bed to rest.

Yan Mingchuan's attitude in the car was very strange.

What happened?

After thinking about it, she chose Nanxi, who had more dating experience.

"Nanxi, why do you think he suddenly got angry?" Cheng Xihe was completely baffled and could only ask Nanxi.

Nanxi asked about the details: "What do you call him at home?"

"Mingchuan?"

Cheng Xihe answered matter-of-factly: "His father is there, so of course I'll call him by his name. I can't just call him President Yan."

Anyone who didn't know better would think I was his mistress.

"Yes, you called him Mingchuan, what was his reaction?" Nanxi asked step by step.

Cheng Xihe thought for a moment, "I remember his ears turned red a little, but that's about it. Maybe it was because he was hot."

"Big sister, are you crazy? He's fallen for you!" Nanxi slapped her forehead, feeling that Cheng Xihe was incredibly foolish.

Can't you even tell?

Cheng Xihe was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Are you kidding me? He likes me? Are you crazy?"

"Who's joking with you?"

Nanxi pouted, "You're such a clueless straight woman, can't you even understand this?"

"Stop joking around. Yan Mingchuan is so old, what handsome men and beautiful women hasn't he seen? Is it really necessary?" Cheng Xihe simply didn't believe it.

"You don't believe me? Try it when you have dinner with him tomorrow and you'll see."

Unable to understand, Cheng Xihe pressed on, "How do we try it?"

"That's easy. Tomorrow, just call him by his name and then call him President Yan, and you'll see his true reaction."

Nanxi spoke earnestly, but felt only mentally exhausted.

After a moment's hesitation, Cheng Xihe said, "Alright, I'll give it a try then."

Nan Xi pointed at Cheng Xihe without any politeness and scolded him: "I really hate that you're such a blockhead, an idiot."

After saying that, Nan Xi hung up the phone without waiting for Cheng Xihe's reaction.

Cheng Xihe: ?

Why should I get yelled at before I hang up the phone?

*

The next morning.

Cheng Xihe got up relatively early.

When she came downstairs, Yan Mingchuan was having breakfast.

Upon seeing Cheng Xihe come down, Yan Mingchuan paused for a moment, but quickly resumed eating.

After sitting down, Cheng Xihe waited for her breakfast to be served before glancing at Yan Mingchuan a few times.

Yan Mingchuan felt extremely uncomfortable under her gaze: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing, eat up."

Cheng Xihe lowered his head, his eyes darting around, full of malice.

While they were eating, Cheng Xihe suddenly spoke up: "Mingchuan?"

Yan Mingchuan's ears suddenly turned visibly red: "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

Cheng Xihe's eyes widened: Holy crap, it's real!

Why do your ears turn red when you call out Mingchuan's name?

Nanxi is telling the truth!

"President Yan?"

The shy Yan Mingchuan instantly calmed down, the change was obvious, and his expression was even more noticeable.

Raising an eyebrow, Cheng Xihe was truly shocked.

There was actually this in the story!

After this incident, Cheng Xihe finally understood that Yan Mingchuan liked her!

And you have to keep pretending you don't care.

"Mingchuan?"

Yan Mingchuan shifted, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Cheng Xihe then said, "President Yan."

It was like some kind of strange switch, and Cheng Xihe found it extremely interesting.

"Mingchuan!"

"President Yan."

"Mingchuan!"

"President Yan."

"..."

"Bang!" Yan Mingchuan slammed his fork on the table.

He stared at the fork that had almost been broken, took a deep breath, and looked at Cheng Xihe: "Why did you call me? Is it funny to call me like that?"

"It's fun."

There was absolutely no mockery in Cheng Xihe's eyes.

She actually found it fun!

Yan Mingchuan felt a headache coming on!

"It's not fun!" Yan Mingchuan looked at Cheng Xihe, his eyes full of inquiry and incomprehension.

Cheng Xihe said helplessly, "Fine, if you say it's not fun, then it's not fun."

"By the way, I'm not staying at school these days; I go home for meals every day."

Yan Mingchuan asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"I can give you a check-up whenever you need to during your rehabilitation training these next few days, which will be more convenient."

Cheng Xihe was not lying.

Yan Mingchuan's leg has reached a critical stage.

After such a long period of treatment, he can basically stand up, but it is still too strenuous for him.

Now we can start training for longer periods.

Nodding, Yan Mingchuan said, "Okay."

Over the next few days, Cheng Xihe continued to probe in this way.

They always do it unexpectedly.

By the time Yan Mingchuan heard Cheng Xihe call him Mingchuan, he no longer blushed or turned red.

He is completely immune.

It was Friday again, and Cheng Xihe went straight to Yan Mingchuan's office building after class to wait for him so they could go home together.

As a result, the two were blindfolded as soon as they got on the bus.

"Don't move! I advise you two to cooperate obediently, or don't blame us for being impolite!"

"You're welcome!"

"Quickly, tie them both up."

"Brother, should we tie this good-for-nothing up too?"

"Tie him up. Enough with the nonsense, are you looking for death?"

Cheng Xihe's head was covered, and he could only feel rough hemp ropes binding his wrists.

She and Yan Mingchuan have been kidnapped!