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

After dinner.

Cheng Xihe turned to look at Yan Mingchuan.

"We'll be leaving now." Yan Mingchuan nodded coldly to the people present: "Xihe, let's go."

"Um."

Upon seeing this, Qin Jian's face broke into a wide smile.

He asked with a smile, "Are you planning to live together already? Would you like to go home and get some more clothes?"

"No need, I've prepared everything." Yan Mingchuan glanced at Qin Jian, his eyes cold.

Cheng Xihe said from the side, "We'll be going now."

"Hey, what about your car...?"

Cheng Xihe waved the keys in his hand and followed behind Yan Mingchuan: "I'll drive."

"Okay, slow down."

Qin Jian didn't ask Cheng Xihe when he learned to drive.

If you ask a few more questions, this ancestor will probably get impatient again.

Once in the car, Cheng Xihe placed his hands on the steering wheel and said, "I'll take you home first."

Aren't you coming back with me?

Yan Mingchuan sat in the back seat, observing Cheng Xihe's expression through the rearview mirror.

Taking off her high heels, Cheng Xihe stepped barefoot onto the clutch: "I'm not staying tonight; I need to go home and take care of some things."

"Your father won't be going back so soon, will he?" Yan Mingchuan could tell that Qin Jian really wanted to talk to Yan Haiting a little more.

He will definitely seize this opportunity to chat with Yan Haiting more.

As the car started, Cheng Xihe stared intently ahead: "I'm not going back there tonight; I've already moved out."

I'll bring some things and come stay with you in a couple of days.

"Sure, you're welcome anytime," Yan Mingchuan said casually. Having run out of things to say, the two simply fell silent.

Cheng Xihe drove onto the highway, his hand resting on the screen: "I haven't asked yet, where do you live?"

After giving an address, Yan Mingchuan chuckled, "Then I'll trouble Xihe to take me home first."

"polite."

Cheng Xihe ignored it and focused on driving.

At this moment, Yan Mingchuan discovered that this little girl, who had just turned eighteen, was an exceptionally steady driver.

"What are you thinking about?" Cheng Xihe asked, seeing Yan Mingchuan staring blankly out the window. She took the opportunity to start a conversation with him.

Yan Mingchuan looked at the neon lights outside the window and curled his lips into a smile: "If there's a chance, let me drive for you next time."

"Are you driving?"

Cheng Xi glanced at Yan Mingchuan in the rearview mirror. Yan Mingchuan's expression was very serious, and he wasn't lying.

Cheng Xihe smiled and said, "Sure, I'll definitely trouble President Yan then."

"I still have high hopes for Dr. Ghost Hand."

As Yan Mingchuan said this, he looked at Cheng Xihe's back and smiled gently.

He skillfully swerved to avoid a car that suddenly turned ahead: "I will do my best to cure you."

Thank you.

Cheng Xihe didn't say much in response to Yan Mingchuan's thanks.

The car sped smoothly along the highway.

Not long after exiting the highway, the car turned into a villa area next door: "Is this your housing development? It's quite large."

There are security guards at the entrance of the building.

Shortly after entering, you'll find residential areas, recreational areas, and at the very back, a large lake.

Across the lake is the villa area.

"Yes, I developed this property myself, and I also chose the location. If you like it, I'll give it to you."

Yan Mingchuan remained calm, as if he were giving away a toy rather than a property.

The entire development is still under construction, and it includes a kindergarten, primary school, and middle school, with complete supporting facilities, making it a popular place to buy property.

They just gave it away like that; you'd think it was a cabbage if you didn't know better.

Yan Mingchuan said frankly, "I'm not joking."

"I do not want."

Cheng Xihe refused without even thinking.

She doesn't even want to manage her own company, yet she's involved in this? She's practically insane.

The car finally stopped in front of the brightly lit villa.

Cheng Xihe opened the car door: "Do you need me to help you out?"

"Absolutely not necessary."

The stubborn Yan Mingchuan refused Cheng Xihe's help.

She opened the back door of the car, took out the wheelchair, and said, "Then you can do it yourself."

"Um."

Yan Mingchuan supported himself with his hands, and the clear lines of his back muscles and the veins on his arms could be seen under his shirt.

Cheng Xihe braced his feet against the wheelchair to prevent it from running around. After Yan Mingchuan sat in the wheelchair, he smiled and said, "So, shall I drive your car back?"

"It's up to you, drive whichever one you want, there are plenty of new cars in the garage." Yan Mingchuan pressed a button on the wheelchair.

Shortly after, five or six bodyguards came out.

"I have bodyguards here, no need to trouble yourself."

Cheng Xihe glanced at Yan Mingchuan, then at his house, and chuckled, "Alright, I'll be going now. I'll drive your car in the underground garage whenever I have the chance."

"OK."

Cheng Xihe drove away, heading straight for Bai Ce's villa area.

About half an hour later, the car stopped in front of Bai Ce's villa.

Just as the car parked in the underground garage, Bai Ce's car drove back.

The two met at the elevator entrance in the underground parking garage.

Bai Ce excitedly leaned over: "Boss, boss, your car is pretty nice. You drove your Bentley back all by yourself?"

That two-tone car is worth over 20 million.

He had seen it before.

However, he needed a driver to drive, and he didn't want a driver; he preferred to drive himself, so he didn't buy one.

"Yes, I drove Yan Mingchuan's car back."

"This car feels pretty good to drive, I can arrange to have one taken a look." Cheng Xihe chuckled and entered the elevator.

Bai Ce chattered on from the side, "Boss, why did you go see Yan Mingchuan today?"

"yes."

Cheng Xihe glanced at Bai Ce's gossipy eyes and briefly explained the situation: "I'm already engaged to Yan Mingchuan with both sets of parents as witnesses."

"What did you say?"

Bai Ce was utterly incredulous: "How come you're suddenly engaged? Not counting the previous treatment, this was only the second day since you officially met, wasn't it?"

Even riding a rocket wouldn't be that fast.

He only thought the two of them were working together, never imagining they would get engaged so soon.

Cheng Xihe: "Today is a family banquet for both families, and we have officially announced our engagement."

"Actually, after we met that day, we had already finalized the contract, so it was a mutually beneficial arrangement."

With a smile, Cheng Xihe said, "This isn't really an engagement; we're more like business partners."

"Have you reviewed the contract? Should I contact my legal department colleague to take another look?"

Bai Ce asked considerately, still preoccupied with the fact that his boss had inexplicably gotten engaged.

Cheng Xihe calmly said, "I've already gone through the specific terms, and there aren't any major problems."

"Boss, you're really amazing!" Bai Ce couldn't help but praise him.

Cheng Xihe raised his hand and pressed it down: "Calm down, calm down, this is all standard procedure, let's keep a low profile."

"You're getting married so fast, it's really hard to stay calm." Bai Ce was incredulous, his mind blank.

Who would agree to get engaged after only two meetings?

The key point is that both sets of parents agreed.

"Ding!"

The elevator arrived, and Cheng Xihe reached out and grabbed Bai Ce's ear: "We're not married, we're not married, we're just engaged!"

"Hey, boss, I was wrong!" Bai Ce quickly slid to his knees, looking pitifully at Cheng Xihe.

Cheng Xi and his subordinate tried to reason with him: "Don't give me that crap. You're not Xia Xia. Don't think that whatever you do will work."

"Hehe, you caught me," Bai Ce laughed sheepishly, pulling Cheng Xihe's hand away. "Boss, I was really wrong."

Withdrawing her hand, Cheng Xihe gave a light snort: "Behave yourself. When you get back, don't say a word, and don't tell Xiaxia either, understand?"

"I heard you."

The two were about to walk into the living room when the clattering sound of slippers came from inside.

A figure rushed over: "Sister!"