Banquet at the Mansion.

Mr. Yan was sitting in a wheelchair, pruning flower branches and casually asked, "Is Yangchen still awake?"

"not yet."

Butler Li shook his head and added, "According to the doctor, it may be that his subconscious refused to wake up."

Mr. Yan's hand movements paused, and his face suddenly turned cold, "Because of the death of that Dean Chen, I became a coward to escape reality. Ha, the Li family really raised a good son!"

Butler Li wanted to say that perhaps it was not just the death of Dean Chen that made Master Yangchen choose to escape reality.

But aware of Mr. Yan's hidden anger, he could only swallow the words that came to his lips.

He realized that there were some things that he could guess, and the master had no feelings until they changed.

It's just that I don't want to pierce that layer of window paper.

After all, with that layer of paper, you don’t have to face many things directly.

Snapped--

Mr. Yan threw the scissors in his hand on the table, his face lost interest, and he no longer felt as comfortable as he had at the beginning.

"You said...does he remember the past now?" He spoke slowly.

"This... you will naturally know it when Young Master Yangchen wakes up."

Mr. Yan snorted coldly, and suddenly, with a sharp look, he glanced at the door, "Who is there?"

"Dad, it's me."

A chubby middle-aged man walked out from behind the door. His chubby smile made him look harmless. "I came back to see you. I just saw you talking to Butler Li. I didn't dare to disturb you, so I just came here."

Waiting outside the door."

Butler Li nodded towards him, "Young Master."

Yan Zhirong responded with a smile, "Butler Li, I haven't seen you for a while. Are you still healthy?"

"My health is fine. Thank you for your concern, young master."

Mr. Yan looked a little cold, "What are you doing here? Don't say you missed me, don't say you came back to see me. I know very well what's going on in your mind."

Yan Zhirong's expression was stern, "Ahem, dad, I went home today mainly to see you! Secondly, my new investment project is currently a little short of funds. If dad, you can help me a little, then

It’s better hehe.”

Mr. Yan looked at his flattering smile and frowned slightly.

Although he was dissatisfied with Yan Zhihuai's indifferent and inhumane way of treating him on weekdays, he would rather see Yan Zhihuai's cold face than this shameless and incompetent boss.

At least, Yan Zhihuai never asked him for money, and with his own ability, the Yan family's wealth increased several times.

"Since you don't have that ability, then don't follow other people's investment strategy, just stick to the company I gave you, and just sit back and collect money. Not everyone has the acumen to do business, either.

Everyone can become a Zhihuai."

The expression on Yan Zhirong's face froze for a moment.

"I know that Zhihuai is talented in business, but we can't compare to him." Yan Zhirong hung his head, looking a little frustrated, "I just want to work hard and prove myself to dad."

Mr. Yan sneered, "So, this is the result of your hard work?"

Yan Zhirong smiled and said, "I'm just temporarily short of funds. In fact, this project is really good. As long as you invest, you can make a profit without losing money! Dad, why don't I introduce this project to you..."

"No, I'm not interested." Mr. Yan raised his hand to stop him.

"dad……"

"You are also a man in his forties. I think I have given you enough. Don't ask for money from your family again."

Mr. Yan glanced at him lightly, "Don't remind me again and again how right I was in making Yan Zhihuai the successor of the Yan family."

A flash of embarrassment flashed across Yan Zhirong's face, and his hands hanging by his sides clenched involuntarily.

Seeing his tense expression, Mr. Yan's eyes sharpened, "Why, do you have any objections?"

Yan Zhirong twitched the corners of his lips and immediately laughed again, "No, no."

"If not, then get out."

"..."

After walking out of the gate of Yan Mansion, Yan Zhirong looked back at the huge building, emotions welling up in his eyes.

After a while, he snorted coldly.

It was just partiality in the first place, because that boy Yan Zhihuai was the son of that woman, so I gave him all the good things! But you still pretended to be a reasonable guest who understood the righteousness, what a shameless old man!

If the Yan family had been handed over to him, he would have managed it better than Yan Zhihuai!

It’s just that the old guy never thought of giving him this chance!

"Sooner or later, I will make this Yan Mansion and the Yan family mine!" Yan Zhirong gritted his teeth.

But what were the old man and Butler Li talking about just now? Didn’t the younger son of the Li family disappear more than ten years ago?

Did he find it again?

Yan Zhirong frowned.

This is not good news.

…

After Yan Zhihuai got off work, he came directly to the hospital.

Fang Ti was hospitalized during these days, so he simply regarded the hospital as his home and slept here every night.

When he walked into the ward, Fang Ti was sleeping.

Although her eyes were closed, you could still see some swelling.

I must be hiding and wiping again secretly


Chapter completed!