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"Grandma also prepared one for you. This set of gold jewelry is perfect for a young person."

Yang Zhiyan opened it, and inside was a set of gold jewelry: a necklace, bracelet, and earrings, all with a youthful and exquisite design.

Grandma Qin leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Gold is good; it can be used as jewelry or as travel money."

Yang Zhiyan held the two brocade boxes, unsure of what to say.

Qin Yuyan stuffed the things she brought into Yang Zhiyan's hands; it was a dark blue paper bag, bulging and full.

"Sister-in-law, I can't afford something that expensive. This skincare set is something I use myself. I bought it because I think it works well. Why don't you give it a try?"

Yang Zhiyan took the paper bag and looked into Qin Yuyan's bright eyes, feeling a warmth in her heart.

Qin Yushang was the last to stand up. He took out a document, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards him.

Yang Zhiyan glanced down and saw the equity transfer agreement. "Sister-in-law, I own a clothing company, and this is a small token of my appreciation."

Yang Zhiyan looked up at Qin Yushang, his expression one of relief. This was something his older brother had specifically asked him to give to his sister-in-law. He dared not refuse, for fear of getting a beating.

The dividends from this 20% share originally went to the older brother, so it's perfectly reasonable for him to transfer them to his sister-in-law now.

But they're not even married yet, and my brother has already secured so many things for my sister-in-law. These things, given away now, will all be her premarital property.

It seems he really won't marry anyone but her. But given my brother's situation, if he doesn't give my sister-in-law more gifts, what if she runs away? Wouldn't my brother end up alone again?

Fine, I'll give it to him. He can always earn more later.

Yang Zhiyan glanced at the row of brocade boxes and documents on the coffee table, ranging from large items like property ownership certificates, jade pendants, and jadeite to smaller items like skincare products and bank cards, all neatly arranged.

She turned to look at Qin Yuzheng, her expression apprehensive.

Grandma Qin said those words for her.

"Take it if I give it to you," Grandma Qin said. "You two should live a good life from now on."

Yang Zhiyan's hands were trembling slightly. Qin Yuzheng's hand moved from her waist and covered the back of her hand, completely enveloping her trembling hand.

"Keep it," Qin Yuzheng said in a low voice.

Yang Zhiyan nodded. She believed that people with powerful backers naturally command respect.

Dinner was served in the dining room next to the main room. A round table, covered with a dark red tablecloth, was laden with dishes.

On the table were crab meat lion's head meatballs, braised sea cucumber with scallions, corn with pine nuts, steamed scallops with garlic, roasted lamb chops, stir-fried pea shoots, and a dish of old duck soup.

Yang Zhiyan was placed between Qin Yuzheng and Grandma Qin, with Qin Yuzheng on her left and Grandma Qin on her right.

When Qin Yuzheng sat down, he naturally straightened the bowl and chopsticks in front of her and placed the teapot next to her.

Grandma Qin saw it and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

During the meal, Qin Guobing raised his wine cup and gestured towards Yang Zhiyan.

"Zhiyan, welcome to my home."

Yang Zhiyan also picked up her cup; it was tea. She gently touched it to her lips and took a sip.

Qin Guobing put down his wine cup and placed a piece of lamb chop into Yang Zhiyan's bowl.

"Eat more, you're too thin." His tone was a little stiff, but it clearly expressed his approval of Yang Zhiyan.

Yang Zhiyan looked down at the lamb chop in her bowl and said, "Thank you, Uncle Qin." Qin Yuzheng then picked up a scallop with his chopsticks and put it in.

Halfway through the meal, Qin Guobing suddenly spoke up. "Yan Yan, you and Yu Zheng have been together for a while now. Have you thought about your plans for the future?"

His tone was casual, as if he were chatting about everyday things. But in reality, Qin Guobing was indeed anxious. Qin Yuzheng was already approaching forty, and his peers already had children in elementary school.

Unfortunately, none of them had any plans to get married, and Qin Yuzheng even said that the situation was special.

But Qin Yushang, who is almost thirty, doesn't have a single female mosquito around him.

Qin Yuyan spends almost all her time at the research institute, and she's surrounded by quite a few men. They're either old or unkempt.

Having grown accustomed to the two handsome men in her family, how could Qin Yuyan possibly be interested in her unattractive colleague?

In Qin Yuyan's words, there is no heart for unrequited love, only the heart for assassination.

Therefore, none of the three top figures in the Qin family, each in their respective fields, had a partner. This greatly worried Qin Guobing.

Now that Qin Yuzheng has set a good example, Qin Guobing certainly hopes to settle things quickly. Ideally, they could even have a child.

Qin Yushang was drinking soup when he heard this, and his soup spoon stopped in mid-air.

His gaze slid from his brother's face down to his waist and abdomen, a place he had heard the rumor about his brother's "impotence" for so many years.

Although it seems to be working recently, is it really going to work? Judging from the last situation, Qin Yushang had a question mark in his mind.

Qin Yuzheng sensed Qin Yushang's gaze, glared at him, and Qin Yushang, feeling the pressure, dared not look again and lowered his head to continue drinking his soup.

Grandma Qin immediately chimed in, "Ah Bing, young people have their own plans, what's the rush?"

Grandma Qin is the most insightful person; she believes that children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

She placed a piece of food on Yang Zhiyan's plate, saying, "Zhiyan, try this pine nut corn; it's sweet and delicious."

Her eyes were full of loving kindness as she said this.

Qin Yuzheng put down his chopsticks and spoke. "Dad, we'll handle things between Yan Yan and me ourselves. We'll let you know when the time comes."

Qin Guobing glanced at him, but didn't ask any further questions. He picked up his wine cup and took a sip.

Shen Yu sat opposite, watching this scene. She didn't say a single hurtful word tonight; she gave gifts as needed and ate as usual.

But she didn't speak to Yang Zhiyan either. She just sat there, occasionally picking up food and drinking tea, like an outsider.

To be honest, Yang Zhiyan felt that Shen Yu was a bit like a stepmother. But then again, Qin's mother was at least better than Yang's mother.

It seems they are in the same boat.

Yang Zhiyan felt sorry for Qin Yuzheng for a second, then lowered her head to eat the food in her bowl.

After dinner, Grandma Qin wanted them to stay at the old house for the night.

"The rooms are all ready. You can stay for one night. Grandma will cook porridge for you tomorrow morning."

Yang Zhiyan glanced at Qin Yuzheng. Qin Yuzheng immediately understood what Yang Zhiyan meant.

"Grandma, our flight back to Haicheng is tomorrow afternoon. We haven't finished packing yet, so we have to go back tonight."

Then he said, "I will definitely come to visit you when I return to Haicheng," which comforted Grandma Qin.

"Then be careful on your way home and get some sleep."

When I walked into the courtyard, the shadow of the osmanthus tree was quietly cast in the moonlight.

When Qin Yuzheng reached the courtyard gate, he turned around and glanced back.

Grandma Qin waved her hand at him, the gesture meaning, "Go on, Grandma understands."

Qin Yuzheng turned around and took Yang Zhiyan's hand tightly.

The moment Yang Zhiyan stepped out of the old house, she let out a long breath.

Qin Yuzheng glanced down at her, a smile playing on his lips.

"So nervous?" Yang Zhiyan buried her face in his arm, her voice muffled.

"If I said I wasn't nervous meeting a big shot from the news, would you believe me?"

Qin Yuzheng said, "I'm often in the news too, what's there to be afraid of? It's not like I can't eat you."

Yang Zhiyan countered, "Didn't you eat?"

Qin Yuzheng kept saying "eat, eat, eat," then leaned close to Yang Zhiyan's ear and said, "Let's continue eating when we get back tonight."

Then Qin Yuzheng lowered his head and kissed her forehead. Yang Zhiyan blushed. Food and sex are basic human needs; these two adults, having tasted the forbidden fruit, were both naive and fond of playing around.

These words were spoken by Yang Zhiyan, but Qin Yuzheng did not acknowledge them. He felt that he was terrifyingly strong.

In fact, Yang Zhiyan also found it quite terrifying. Her back couldn't take it.

The two got into the car, which drove out of the alley and into the night of Beijing.

Yang Zhiyan leaned back in her chair, looking out the window at the street scene: streetlights, ginkgo trees, old brick walls, and neon lights on distant high-rise buildings.

She received many things today: a jade pendant, a house, bank cards, jadeite, gold, skincare products, and shares.

But what made her feel most at ease wasn't those things, but the hand Qin Yuzheng placed on her body when she was trembling.

It was Qin Yuzheng's high regard for her, and the Qin family's high regard for her.