He Lin spoke with a serious tone while spouting nonsense, “Zhan Yu, you are the junior I admire the most, and Xiao Yan is my proudest student. I’d be eager to bring you two together—how could I possibly hide anything from you?”
“How do you plan to bring Rong Yan and me together?” Fu Zhan Yu suddenly shifted the topic, a smile spreading across his handsome face.
He Lin’s smile froze, and he glared at Fu Zhan Yu with annoyance before turning serious. “Zhan Yu, before you resolve the mess in the Fu family, don’t bring Xiao Yan into your world.”
“Don’t worry, Elder He. I will never let Rong Yan suffer even the slightest harm,” Fu Zhan Yu said. His mother had already been killed by Fu Chen—how could he let Rong Yan fall victim as well?
Unable to get an answer to his previous question, Fu Zhan Yu asked another, “Elder He, why did you take Rong Yan as your student outside of school?”
He Lin grinned, his eyes crinkling. “Of course, it’s because Xiao Yan is outstanding. Being her teacher is a source of pride for me.”
Fu Zhan Yu’s expression softened, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth. In just five years since graduation, Rong Yan had become a top-tier lawyer and a senior partner at East China Law Firm—truly exceptional, unmatched by anyone. However, even Zhan Jiu, using Zhan Corporation’s information network, couldn’t uncover Rong Yan’s past before she became a lawyer.
In China, the only mysterious family surnamed Rong was the Rong family of Licheng.
The Rong family was the oldest and most powerful clan in Licheng, shrouded in mystery. Its patriarch, Rong Chuan, was known for his madness—imprisoning his wife and killing his relatives, making him a feared demon in Licheng.
Rumors said Rong Chuan had a beloved daughter who disappeared after the Rong family’s downfall.
Fu Zhan Yu dismissed this speculation internally. Impossible. If Rong Yan were Rong Chuan’s daughter, Elder He would never have taken her as his student.
And he would never fall in love with the daughter of a demon.
Seeing Fu Zhan Yu lost in thought, He Lin frowned. “Fu Zhan Yu, what are you thinking about?”
“I’m thinking about how to pursue Rong Yan,” Fu Zhan Yu replied, pouring tea for Elder He. He handed him a purple clay teacup and asked again, “Elder He, after the Fu family matters are settled, how do you plan to bring Rong Yan and me together?”
Elder He’s smile looked strained. What did he know about matchmaking young people? “I was just saying it casually.”
Fu Zhan Yu took it seriously. “Elder He, I’m practically half your son. You have to help me.”
“How can you have such a thick face?” He Lin handed the teacup back to him. “You’ll be half my son only after you marry Xiao Yan. Before that, you’re nothing.”
Fu Zhan Yu: “…”
Large Apartment.
After breakfast, Yan Qing slept until noon, only to be woken up by a call from Zhan Yunduan.
Zhan Yunduan had also just woken up, her voice soft and sweet. “Qing Jie, Yan Yan Jie went to find Fu Zhan Yu by herself last night, and now her phone is unreachable. Should we go check on her?”
Yan Qing was instantly wide awake. She had planned to work on a partnership proposal in the afternoon, but her best friend’s situation took priority.
“Alright, I’ll be at Yan Yan’s place in half an hour.”
Zhan Yan Chen was in the study handling Zhan Corporation’s affairs when Yan Qing, holding a plate of fruit, peeked her head over the desk and called out with a radiant smile, “Yan Chen~”
Zhan Yan Chen’s heart fluttered at the adorable sight of her suddenly appearing. He quickly switched screens, stood up, and walked toward her. “Wife, when did you wake up?”
“Just now,” Yan Qing said, pressing Zhan Yan Chen back into his chair. She picked up a strawberry from the fruit plate and fed it to him.
Zhan Yan Chen raised an eyebrow as he ate the strawberry. His wife never took the initiative to feed him fruit—something unusual was definitely going on.
Yan Qing leaned in close to his face. “Yan Chen~ Is the strawberry sweet?”
“Of course it’s sweet when my wife feeds me.” Zhan Yan Chen picked up a fruit skewer and fed her a bite; she took the tip of the strawberry, and he ate the rest.
Yan Qing then picked up a piece of apple and fed it to him. “Yan Chen~ I need to go out for a bit. Could you help me write the cooperation proposal for Yuerong and Chentai?”
Zhan Yan Chen’s gaze sharpened. “Alright.”
Just as Yan Qing was about to thank him, he added, “If my wife acts cute for me, I’ll take care of the cooperation proposal for you.”
Yan Qing was taken aback. Act cute?
“How could I, the dignified heiress of the Yan family and general manager of Yuerong, possibly act cute for my little brother!”