His physiological preference

Yang Zhiyan instinctively turned her head. The light from the streetlamp fell directly on her face, illuminating her silhouette clearly.

A few steps away, Yang Yaohua stood there, wearing a drab gray jacket with the collar turned up and the sleeves rolled up to his forearms.

His hair was unkempt, hanging messily over his forehead.

His face had become thinner, his cheekbones were more prominent, and there was a bluish-black tinge under his eyes.

He was carrying a takeout bag with the logo of a certain platform printed on it. The corners were soaked with sweat and hung limply.

After he saw Yang Zhiyan's face clearly, his eyes were filled with anger.

"Fine, it really is you." His voice was filled with gritted teeth. "You've ruined me so much, and you're all so carefree. Why should you?"

Yang Yaohua's gaze moved down from Yang Zhiyan's face and landed on her wrist.

The streetlight shone on the gold bracelet, reflecting a small patch of warm yellow light.

The lotus scroll pattern on the gold bracelet shone brightly in the light, revealing the greed and jealousy in his eyes.

He was the pride of the Yang family since childhood, living a life where he could have whatever he wanted.

But the older he got, the more Yang Zhiyan shone over him. The neighbors said Yang Zhiyan was beautiful, that she was good at studying, and that she was smart.

Now she lives a glamorous life, while he has to work two jobs a day.

"Wearing gold and silver," Yang Yaohua's voice rose, and he raised his hand, pointing his index finger in Yang Zhiyan's direction, "living a very carefree life."

Yang Zhiyan stood there, her hands hanging at her sides, her fingers slowly clenching the fabric of her dress.

She hasn't answered a single call from the Yang family during this period. When she does answer, it's always the same few sentences.

"You're responsible for the mess you made." "You'd better find a way to pay back the money." "You heartless bastard!" It was all the same accusations over and over. Receiving them ruined my mood.

The Yang family has been frantically searching for Yang Zhiyan lately. Not because they're worried about her, nor because they miss her. No, they do miss her, but what they really want is her money.

When Yang Zhiyan was at home before, they were indifferent to her, not knowing where she worked or where she lived.

I need her now, but I can't find her, and I'm panicking.

Yang Zhiyan looked at Yang Yaohua. He had lost weight, aged, and wrinkles had appeared at the corners of his eyes.

Yang Zhiyan couldn't believe that this selfish, greedy, and ugly person was her own brother.

Yang Zhiyan loosened her grip on her skirt.

"What do you mean I got you all into trouble?" Yang Zhiyan retorted. "Your wife asked to borrow money, and I said I didn't have any to lend her. So I helped her borrow money through the app. What's wrong with that?"

Yang Yaohua opened his mouth, but no words came out. He had been spoiled by his family since he was a child, getting whatever he wanted and having his way. No one had ever contradicted him like this before.

His fist clenched, veins bulging from the back of his hand all the way to his forearm, and he leaned forward, raising his hand.

Qin Yuzheng's hands were faster than his.

Yang Yaohua's fingers froze in mid-air, about twenty centimeters away from Yang Zhiyan's face.

Qin Yuzheng's fingers gripped his wrist joint, precisely positioned, pressing against the gap between the bones.

Yang Yaohua's face turned deathly pale, his mouth was open, and he made a sound like a pig being slaughtered.

That hand fell to its side, the fingertips trembling, whether from anger or pain, it was hard to tell.

Qin Yuzheng released him, took a step back, and stood next to Yang Zhiyan, no longer looking at Yang Yaohua.

"Are you Yan Yan's brother?" Qin Yuzheng asked.

Yang Yaohua clutched his wrist, his expression shifting from arrogance to lingering fear.

He looked at the red mark on his wrist. The skin wasn't broken, but the pain seeped from the bone, a dull, aching pain, as if someone had hammered his marrow.

"Yes, I'm her brother," his voice was much lower than before, his confidence clearly diminished, "Who are you?"

"Her boyfriend."

Yang Yaohua was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed.

He glanced at Qin Yuzheng, who wore a dark gray coat over a light-colored shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, his demeanor composed.

Yang Yaohua glanced at Yang Zhiyan, who was standing next to Qin Yuzheng, her shoulder resting on his arm, the gold bracelet on her wrist glittering under the streetlight.

"Since he's her boyfriend, instead of trying to win him over as her brother-in-law, you hit me? Be careful, or I might not approve of your relationship."

Qin Yuzheng looked at Yang Yaohua with an extremely oppressive gaze, which made Yang Yaohua feel cold and uneasy.

"Yan Yan is an adult, and our affairs do not require the consent of any outsiders."

Qin Yuzheng emphasized the words "outsider" with particular force. Yang Yaohua, losing face, became furious and embarrassed.

Qin Yuzheng said coldly again, "I've heard about your family's affairs from Yan Yan. If you behave yourselves, you can live in peace. But if you still want to hurt Yan Yan, don't blame me for being impolite."

Yang Yaohua was slow to react. He had never met any important figures.

"Why are you being so impolite?" His voice was fearless.

Qin Yuzheng didn't answer him. He took out his phone and dialed a number. It rang twice before being answered.

"Brother?" Qin Yushang's voice came from the other end, filled with doubt.

Isn't he currently enjoying a romantic time with his sister-in-law, spending time together under the moon and flowers?

"Is Shangyuan a company under your name?" Qin Yuzheng asked.

"Yes. What's wrong?"

"Shangyuan has a factory, and there's a guy surnamed Yang named Yang Yaohua. Could you help me look him up?"

"Wait a moment." There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Qin Yushang sent a message and replied quickly, "There is such a person, on the production line. What happened? Did he offend you?"

"He was about to hit Yan Yan," Qin Yuzheng said.

"Brother, tell him to wait."

The phone hangs up.

Yang Yaohua stood to the side, unable to hear what was being said on the other end of the phone, but he did hear the name "Shang Yuan".

A disdainful sneer played on his lips.

"What are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty?" Yang Yaohua seemed to have found something to brag about. "You think you can just fire me because you want the boss to? The factory I work for is a major factory of the Shangyuan Group. The Shangyuan Group..."

"You think this is your family's business?"

Qin Yuzheng didn't look at him. He turned around to face Yang Zhiyan and reached out to tuck her wind-blown hair behind her ear.

My fingertips gently brushed against her earlobe; the movement was light and natural.

"Yan Yan, what do you want to do?" His voice was low and gentle. "Whatever you want to do, I will support you."

Yang Zhiyan looked into his eyes. The streetlights shone down from above. Her reflection was in his eyes.

It feels really good to have someone shield you from the wind and rain and fight for you.

She nestled into his arms, her face pressed against his chest, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat.

Watching the two of them so lovey-dovey, treating him like he was invisible, Yang Yaohua felt the fire in his chest burn even brighter.

His mouth opened, about to utter a sound, when his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. The phone rang.

Yang Yaohua thought it was Li Fengxia urging him to go back.

But the name on the screen made him pause. Supervisor. His direct superior.