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

The next day.

Yan Mingchuan was sitting in the restaurant eating breakfast.

Su Jin appeared, yawning: "Brother Yan, you seem to be here early today... Oh my god, Brother Yan, what happened to your eyes? Why are your dark circles so big?"

Su Jin, who was originally sleepy, suddenly felt wide awake.

Since Yan Mingchuan started taking the medication, his face has not shown any obvious signs of fatigue.

Such dark circles under the eyes must be the result of staying up late.

Yan Mingchuan: ...

He didn't speak, sitting upright as if he hadn't heard Su Jin's words, and continued eating breakfast with his head down.

"Brother Yan, Brother Yan!" Su Jin sat down next to Yan Mingchuan, casually picking up a piece of bread and eating it. "Brother Yan, why aren't you saying anything?"

"What's wrong?" Yan Mingchuan frowned, glared at Su Jin unhappily, and continued eating.

Su Jin leaned closer, as if she had discovered a new continent: "Brother Yan, tell me honestly, what did you do last night? Why are your dark circles practically hanging down to your chin?"

"You've got it wrong." Yan Mingchuan turned his head irritably, not wanting Su Jin to see it.

Su Jin's eyes darted around: "It wasn't that you were stealing last night... um, you couldn't steal, so it must be insomnia? Why did you have insomnia! Is it because your sister-in-law was...?"

"Quiet!" Yan Mingchuan paused, his hand holding the fork, before resuming normal. "You're too noisy. I want to eat breakfast."

Su Jin looked at Yan Mingchuan with a suspicious look in her eyes.

His voice was cold and hard.

But his taut jawline betrayed his nervousness.

Su Jin understood immediately: "Hey, Brother Yan, we're all brothers, why are you hiding things from me?"

He grabbed a sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth, while holding a glass of milk in his right hand.

Brother Yan is a man who always keeps his emotions hidden. As his number one lackey, I must help Brother Yan solve his problems.

"Oh right, Brother Yan, I remember..."

Su Jin suddenly remembered something and scratched her head.

"Yesterday, when I was feeling a bit groggy, I felt like you came to ask me a question. Did you ask me about that... was I old or something...?"

"Snapped!"

Before Su Jin could finish speaking, Yan Mingchuan slammed the cup in his hand heavily on the table.

He flinched and looked at Yan Mingchuan: "Brother Yan, what's wrong...?"

"It's nothing."

Yan Mingchuan became increasingly depressed as he thought about it.

Su Jin said anxiously: This won't do. His brother Yan has finally gotten a little better.

"you say……"

After a long silence, Yan Mingchuan finally spoke, as if he couldn't hold back any longer: "Twenty-five years old, is that old?"

"Pfft!"

Su Jin burst out laughing: "Brother Yan, what nonsense are you talking about? Twenty-five is the prime of your life! How could you think like that!"

"Yesterday, Xihe called me 'old man'."

In the past, no one dared to speak to him like that.

Although Cheng Xihe was his fiancée, she was only eighteen years old, so calling him "old man" seemed appropriate and not really a problem.

Even though he knew Cheng Xihe didn't mean it that way, he still felt uneasy.

"Brother Yan," Su Jin suppressed a laugh, suddenly remembering what Yan Mingchuan had told him before, that he had no interest in eighteen-year-old girls.

He's engaged to an 18-year-old girl now, and he still cares so much about what she says.

Su Jin couldn't help but smile at the thought.

Yan Mingchuan paused for a moment: "If you're really free, I'll send you to Africa to mine."

"Hahaha, I was wrong, Brother Yan." Su Jin covered her mouth with her hand: You shut mouth, stop laughing right now.

After pressing for a while, Su Jin said casually, "Don't overthink it, Brother Yan. You're twenty-five. You're not only young and promising, but also handsome and rich. You're the object of admiration for countless young ladies. Who dares to say you're old?"

"Admiration?"

Yan Mingchuan chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Who would admire me? I have difficulty walking, and there are rumors about me everywhere. People would avoid me even if they heard my name."

After he became lame, many people did come to his door to propose marriage.

Those people didn't seem to care whether his leg was really lame or not; they all thought that with the Yan family's wealth, his leg could be easily restored.

But to my utter surprise...

His leg didn't recover for so long after it became lame.

Many people are secretly engaging in underhanded tactics.

Especially the company's directors, none of them could suppress their ambitions.

He also used his own methods to purge the board of directors.

However, even someone as powerful as Yan Mingchuan couldn't do anything about his lame leg.

I've consulted so many famous doctors over the years, but to no avail.

"Brother Yan, I was wrong. Let's have breakfast quickly. We have a few international meetings to attend to at the company later." Su Jin noticed that Yan Mingchuan was acting strangely and quickly changed the subject.

Yan Mingchuan stared intently at the breakfast in front of him, almost burning a hole in it, and didn't listen to Su Jin's words.

He frowned slightly, his expression serious and earnest as he reached out and touched his face: "I shouldn't be old, right?"

"Never age! Twenty-five is the golden age!"

Seeing this, Su Jin quickly stuffed her breakfast into her mouth: "Brother Yan, there's not much time left, don't think about this anymore, let's hurry to the company."

"Um."

Yan Mingchuan glanced at him coldly, then lowered his head and continued eating.

Su Jin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Ge's gaze was too intimidating; he didn't want to see him troubled by such things.

*

Cheng Xihe slept until eleven o'clock before coming downstairs.

She was wearing pajamas, yawned, and had tears still glistening in the corners of her eyes: "What's there to eat?"

A female housekeeper dressed in a business uniform appeared in front of Cheng Xihe.

She gave an elegant bow: "Good morning, Miss Xihe. I am the butler that Mr. Yan arranged for you. You can call me Effie. I am of mixed Chinese and British descent and can speak Mandarin."

The housekeeper in front of me was tall and strong, about 1.8 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure and wearing glasses without legs on her high nose.

Her housekeeper's uniform was custom-made and covered with embroidered roses.

"Ephesus?"

Cheng Xihe scratched his head, then casually pulled out a chair and sat down. "I'm a little hungry. Is there anything I can eat?"

"Yes, Miss Xihe, I've already had lunch prepared. Is there anything you'd like to eat? I can go and prepare some more." Effie smiled kindly.

Cheng Xihe waved his hand: "It's okay, just eat whatever's available."

"Okay, are there any dietary restrictions here?" Effie asked Cheng Xihe in great detail, as it was her first time meeting him.

Cheng Xihe pondered for a while and then said, "I don't eat cilantro or celery."

"Okay, I'll have the kitchen keep an eye on it." Effie nodded to Cheng Xihe, picked up the walkie-talkie, and told the people in the kitchen about the situation.

Soon, a fragrant aroma wafted over.

Cheng Xihe touched his stomach; it was flat.

"Miss Xihe, today I've prepared three home-style dishes: sweet and sour pork, sweet and sour spare ribs, and shredded pork with garlic sauce. I've also prepared pan-fried steak and pasta. See which one you'd like to eat." To prevent her from not liking the food, Effie had arranged a lot of dishes.

"That's enough, try it all!"

After Cheng Xihe finished speaking, he buried himself in his work.

Soon, Cheng Xihe had devoured most of the dishes on the table.

She patted her belly, then stood up contentedly: "I'm going out later, so you don't need to cook for me tonight."

"Are you going to dinner with President Yan?" Effie asked, puzzled.

Shaking his head, Cheng Xihe said, "I went out to play by myself, it has nothing to do with Yan Mingchuan."

"Okay, I've got it. You can go out and have fun without worry." Effie nodded to her with a kind smile on her face.

Cheng Xihe sat in the living room, idly flipping through the TV.

"Beep beep beep".

Just then, her phone rang.

Cheng Xihe glanced at the message, immediately got up and walked out...