The rooftop of the Yuerong building was designed as a helipad. When Zhan Jincheng’s fans saw a white helicopter circling and descending, their hearts shattered like dumpling filling.
They wouldn’t get to see Zhan Ge.
Zhan Jincheng said smugly, “Yan Yan, I’ll take you home by helicopter.”
Yan Qing was in the middle of sending a message to Zhan Yan Chen when he sent one first.
【Qing Qing, I’m waiting for you on the rooftop.】
Yan Qing was startled. Was the helicopter sent by Zhan Yan Chen?
“It’s not your manager coming to pick you up—it’s my husband coming to pick me up.” Yan Qing patted Zhan Jincheng’s head and said to the employees, “Those fans think the helicopter is here for Zhan Ge. They’ll leave soon, so just wait a little longer.”
Zhan Jincheng was shocked. When did Little Yan Yan get married? And to whom?
Before he could react, Zhan Yunduan pushed Yan Qing into the elevator. “Sister Qing, you go ahead. I’ll wait with everyone.”
As soon as Yan Qing reached the rooftop, she saw Zhan Yan Chen stepping out of the helicopter.
The helicopter’s lights cast a hazy glow over the night. The two walked toward each other at the same time.
Yan Qing looked at the helicopter with a complicated expression. When she reached Zhan Yan Chen, she swallowed lightly. “Little brother, where did this helicopter come from?”
“You were trapped in Yuerong, and I couldn’t get in, so I had to rent a helicopter to pick you up.” After explaining, Zhan Yan Chen took Yan Qing’s hand. “Wife, Mom and Dad want us to go home for dinner.”
Yan Qing smiled and nodded. Her puppy-like husband had actually flown a helicopter to pick her up. She felt truly romanced.
The helicopter soared into the sky.
Yan Qing had no interest in admiring the bustling night view. “Little brother, your sister isn’t happy.”
Zhan Yan Chen’s heart tightened. The company matter was already resolved. If she wasn’t happy, could it be that she suspected his identity?
“Wife, what can I do to make you happy?”
Yan Qing looked at him and voiced her doubt. “Zhan Yan Chen, Su Qianqian is the top socialite after the Zhan family’s matriarch. How do you know her?”
Zhan Yan Chen felt both relieved and disappointed. He hoped she would discover his identity, but not so soon.
“I don’t know her. Grandpa has some connections with Su Ming.”
Yan Qing was still puzzled. “How would Grandpa have connections with a business tycoon?”
Zhan Yan Chen answered truthfully, “Back then, Su Ming hadn’t entered the business world yet.”
Once her doubts were cleared, Yan Qing was happy again. She raised her hand and hooked it around his neck, smiling as she looked at him. Starlight seemed to fall into his eyes, making them sparkle.
“Did you miss your sister?”
Zhan Yan Chen effortlessly picked her up and placed her on his lap, holding her small waist tightly.
Sitting astride his lap felt too dangerous. Yan Qing didn’t dare move a muscle.
Zhan Yan Chen said in a resentful tone, “Sister, you spent the whole afternoon with Zhan Jincheng today.”
Yan Qing chuckled and teased his chin with her finger. “Are you jealous?”
Zhan Yan Chen didn’t answer, but his expression clearly showed he was jealous.
Yan Qing stroked his face and said, “Zhan Ge is my best friend’s family. I see him as a younger brother.”
“You see me as a younger brother too.”
“You’re not a younger brother.” Yan Qing smiled and kissed him on the lips. “You’re my husband.”
“Then tell Zhan Jincheng that your husband is jealous.”
Yan Qing glared at him. “Are you pushing your luck now?”
But as soon as she finished, she saw Zhan Yan Chen’s handsome face instantly turn fragile, giving off an easily breakable feeling. His amber eyes even reddened slightly.
It made her heart ache, yet also made her want to tease him…
Little brother, don’t be sad, or your sister will be heartbroken.
“Alright, I’ll listen to you.” Yan Qing was completely under his control. She took out her phone and called Zhan Jincheng.
As soon as the call connected, Yan Qing awkwardly said, “Zhan Ge, my husband is jealous of you.”
“Yan Yan, you’re really married?” Zhan Jincheng had just come out of Yuerong and was getting into the car while shouting, “Who stole my girl?”
Zhan Yan Chen’s eyes turned icy as he spoke word by word, “I am Zhan Yan Chen.”
Zhan Jincheng stared blankly at the hung-up phone. Uncle??
Yan Yan married Uncle??
Uncle!!
Breaking out in a cold sweat, Zhan Jincheng yelled at the driver, “Quick! To the airport! I’m going to the North Pole!!”
Fifteen minutes later, at the Yan family home.
The family of four was having dinner in the dining room.
Ruan Ning served her son-in-law soup while asking repeatedly, “Yan Chen, are you tired from studying lately? Are you tired from work?”
Zhan Yan Chen took the soup with both hands and smiled, “Not tired, thank you for your concern, Mom.”
Yan Qing blinked, “Mom, no portion for me?”
“Get it yourself.”
Yan Qing tilted her head and glared at Zhan Yan Chen, who had stolen her favor. Zhan Yan Chen chuckled softly and served her soup.
Yan Nan Shuo asked his daughter, “Xiao Qing, has the traitor been dealt with? Did the company suffer any losses?”
“The traitor has been sent away,” Yan Qing said. “The new data was intercepted in time, so no losses occurred.”
Yan Nan Shuo said, “The business world is in chaos right now. You and Duanduan must be extremely cautious.”
“I know. Dad, is Zhan Corporation still targeting the Su family?”
“Yes, I don’t know how the Su family offended that mysterious Crown Prince. From financial warfare to business warfare, in just half a day, the Su family is facing bankruptcy.”
Yan Qing knew, “Duanduan said that five years ago, Su Sheng was involved in the plot to assassinate the Crown Prince.”
Yan Nan Shuo was shocked, “No wonder the Crown Prince’s retaliation is so ruthless… Su Ming is now begging everywhere, trying to revive the Su family.”
“Dad, has Su Ming come to you for help?”
“Su Ming has practically begged everyone in the top fifty companies in the business world.”
Yan Qing said seriously, “Dad, you absolutely must not agree. Duanduan is my best friend, and the Crown Prince is my savior. We’re on the same side as the Zhan family.”
“Your dad isn’t senile yet,” Ruan Ning laughed and gave her daughter a playful glare. “Even without these connections, our family wouldn’t help Su Ming. The Su family is arrogant and unrealistic—we don’t associate with them.”
“Mom and Dad are wise!”
Yan Nan Shuo smiled and looked at his son-in-law, who had rolled up his sleeves and was quietly peeling shrimp for his daughter. “Daughter, in the turbulent sea of business, it’s fortunate you married an ordinary person.”
“Dad, your son-in-law is no ordinary person,” Yan Qing said.
Zhan Yan Chen’s smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and the shrimp in his hand fell onto the plate. Just as he was about to explain, he heard Yan Qing add, “He’s my lucky husband who brings me prosperity.”
The whole family: “…”
At the Kyoto Airport.
Zhan Jincheng rushed through security as if fleeing for his life, only to be intercepted by Zhan Jiu, who seemed to appear out of thin air.
As Zhan Jincheng turned to run, he saw Zhan Qi leaning casually against the wall.
It’s over. There’s no escape.
Zhan Jiu smiled with a wicked charm and stepped toward Zhan Jincheng, who was wearing a hat and mask. “Little Master, will you come willingly, or should I break your legs and carry you back?”
Zhan Jincheng choked up tactically, “Zhan Jiu… Brother Jiu… Lord Jiu…”
“Don’t play the victim,” Zhan Jiu said mercilessly. “The Young Master ordered us to bring you back.”
Zhan Jincheng pitifully shrugged his shoulders. “Can I call my mom to say goodbye?”
“Alright.” Zhan Qi straightened up and walked over. “But if you make that call, the young madam will immediately sever all mother-son ties with you.”
Zhan Jincheng: “…”
The next morning, at Zhan Corporation.
Zhan Jiu pushed open the door to the CEO’s office. Zhan Yan Chen strode in wearing a business suit, his expression cold and stern, an intimidating aura radiating from him.
Zhan Jincheng, who had been waiting all night, instantly felt the air grow thin, trembling uncontrollably.
Zhan Yan Chen stopped before him, a terrifyingly sinister smile appearing on his handsome face.
“Swore five years ago you’d marry Yan Qing?” Zhan Yan Chen’s sinister smile suddenly turned icy, his voice dropping to a freezing point. “Zhan Jincheng, I went abroad—I didn’t die.”