After the fake young master left home, he discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.

On the other hand, Zhu Yan, as the central figure in the discussion, declined all interviews and interviews with other wealthy businessmen, leaving only one sentence:

"bonus."

This piqued the interest of the staff at Qianyi Group even more, as it was the first time they had ever met someone who only cared about money and not fame.

Finally, Zhu Yan and Lu Ze were arranged to wait in the reception room. Zhu Yan took out two steamed buns from his bag and handed one to Lu Ze.

This was breakfast I bought on a whim in the urban village this morning. It was already cold, but we were both starving, so this was all we could eat for now.

"You can pay me a little first, and I'll treat you to a big meal once I get the money." Without Wen Huai's two million, Zhu Yan didn't have much money left.

"He was a bit pretentious yesterday, not even interested in 100 million." Zhu Yan thought to himself as he ate his steamed bun with a bitter taste.

The more I think about it, the more I feel cheated. I've been a slave to the Wen family for so many years, and I'm leaving with nothing?

That's still not rational enough!

Forget it, money is temporary, but being handsome lasts a lifetime.

Given the circumstances at the time, taking the money meant you wouldn't be handsome enough anymore.

"Brother Yan, we probably won't be able to eat today. My dad wants me to go home," Lu Ze said, glancing at his phone. "After I help you get the money, I have to go back."

"Okay, maybe next time." Zhu Yan was so exhausted that she slumped in her seat.

Lu Ze glanced at the time; it was 10:30, already quite late.

"Aren't your aunt and uncle worried about you going home so late?"

Zhu Yan suddenly froze, then sat up abruptly. "Oh no, I don't have their contact information. They probably won't be able to find me."

Although there was a curfew at the Wen family's house before, Zhu Yan completely ignored it. What kind of decent person locks the door at 8 pm? Isn't that crazy?

They call it protecting minors and preventing them from picking up bad habits.

This is why Zhu Yan developed the skill of "flying over walls and scaling rooftops," and for him, windows were doors. So curfews really didn't hinder Zhu Yan.

But things are different now. He has left the Wen family, and in this new home, he only met with his family briefly. The Wen family has been indifferent to more than 10 years of affection, let alone him having no feelings for this family.

They probably don't care about me...

Before Zhu Yan could think much about it, the door to the reception room was suddenly pushed open, and a man wearing a black shirt with his forearms partially exposed, standing 187 cm tall, strode towards Zhu Yan surrounded by a group of people.

The man was handsome and dashing, with a cold and unsmiling face.

Zhu Yan looked at him; he seemed vaguely familiar. She thought for a second:

"Brother?" Zhu Yan exclaimed in surprise.

As for why he wasn't called "Second Brother," it's because Zhu Yan didn't know which of the domineering CEOs in front of him was his older brother.

"Ayan, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" Zhu Qian rushed to Zhu Yan's side, half-squatting down, his face full of anxious concern.

"I'm fine."

He was just participating in a competition, how could anything have happened to him?

"Chairman, this is today's champion," the host added upon seeing this.

"I know, my younger brother is naturally outstanding." Zhu Qian's words were full of pride.

"Brother Yan, your brother... is the most mysterious... chairman of Qianyi Group?" Lu Ze was stunned, as if struck by lightning. "Not from an urban village? Not from an ordinary family?!"

Lu Ze felt like his head was about to explode.

"Don't look at me, I just found out too." Zhu Yan took another bite of the steamed bun to calm her nerves.

Zhu Qian frowned, his face full of heartache, when he saw his younger brother eating such cheap steamed buns. "Is this what you usually eat?"

"No..." Before Zhu Yan could finish speaking, Zhu Qian pulled her into his arms.

"I'm sorry, brother will never let you suffer again." Zhu Qian gently stroked Zhu Yan's hair.

Zhu Yan didn't dare to move at all in Zhu Qian's arms.

Is it bitter? Zhu Yan thinks...it's alright. It's just a bit cold; otherwise, adding some pickled vegetables or Lao Gan Ma chili sauce would be absolutely amazing!!!

To save time when coding, he and Lu Ze often did this.

But nowadays, no one dares to contradict the celebratory banquet.

You're my brother, everything you say is right.

"Come on, let me take you home. Your parents and older brother are still waiting for you."

After saying that, Zhu Qian grabbed Zhu Yan's wrist and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Zhu Yan stopped and turned his gaze to Lu Ze.

"This is your friend, right?" Zhu Qian had been so focused on his younger brother that he hadn't even noticed there was someone else next to him.

Zhu Qian turned to Lin Yun and instructed, "Arrange a car and make sure this student gets home safely."

Then he turned to Lu Ze and said, "Little classmate, it's a family dinner today, so it's not convenient to take you to my house. I'll have Ayan take you to my house to play when we have time."

"Okay, okay, thank you." After saying that, Lu Ze didn't forget to say goodbye to Zhu Yan.

And so, the banquet was taken to that extended Rolls-Royce.

Outsiders would never guess that the purpose of extending this car was to set up a table, which was covered with all sorts of pastries, snacks, and fruits.

Clearly, Zhu Qian wouldn't like these little trinkets, so these were all specially prepared by Zhu Qian for the banquet.

"Try it and see if there's anything you like." Zhu Qian said with some anticipation.

Unable to refuse Zhu Qian's enthusiasm, Zhu Yan casually picked up a plate of cake and tasted it. It was sweet but not cloying, and melted in her mouth. This was indeed the best cake Zhu Yan had ever eaten.

"It's delicious, thank you." To change the subject, Zhu Yan continued, "Brother, how did you know I was here?"

Zhu Qian didn't rush to reply. Instead, he opened the hidden freezer, took out a bottle of water, and thoughtfully unscrewed the cap before handing it to Zhu Yan.

"I was planning to pick you up from the school gate this afternoon and go to the company for a bit, but I waited at the school gate for over an hour and didn't see you. Later, I checked the school's surveillance footage and found out that you left through the back gate. Then I found out that you had already gone to the company and even won a championship." Zhu Qian looked at Zhu Yan with a smile in his eyes.

Lin Yun glanced at Zhu Qian, who was all smiles:

Boss, you didn't say a word after reviewing all the surveillance footage in Beijing! My eyes are getting blurry from looking at it.

Lin Yun: ╥﹏╥

"I'm so sorry, brother. I left in such a hurry this morning that I forgot to leave my phone number and forgot to tell you. I made you wait for so long."

Zhu Yan blinked guiltily, still feeling ashamed.

"You didn't do anything wrong, why should you apologize?" Zhu Qian frowned. "Is this how the Wen family taught you? Apologize every time something happens?"

Zhu Yan could tell from Zhu Qian's expression that he was displeased, but he remained silent.

"Forget all those strange rules. Just remember, in the Zhu family, never say sorry. No one will dare to blame you."

"What if I make a mistake?"

Zhu Qian glanced at Zhu Yan, then smiled gently:

"So what? Even saints make mistakes, let alone you who are still a minor."

Huh? Is this... right?

He didn't know if the Zhu family had any family rules or precepts. He only knew that in the Wen family, anyone who made a mistake would be punished with a stick.

As a result, Zhu Yan, with his unruly personality, was beaten quite a few times.

Seeing the confusion and bewilderment on Zhu Yan's face, Zhu Qian reached out and ruffled Zhu Yan's hair:

"Okay, don't overthink it. You'll understand when we get home."

The back seat was very cozy, but Lin Yun, sitting in the passenger seat, was filled with mixed emotions:

Hey boss, why do you have two faces? We're performing Peking Opera here, usually everyone else is the one waiting for you, who would dare make you wait?

You're such a brother-obsessed idiot, what a hypocrite!

Wait... that's how it should be said...

Lin Yun seems to have found a good way to get rich.