Xie Chuanyan wasn’t wearing his glasses during the meal, and the soft light cast on his profile added a touch of gentlemanly charm. Yan Jiaojiao, full and rubbing her belly, called out in a muffled voice just as she got into the car, “Brother Chuanyan.”
Xie Chuanyan paused while closing the car door and kissed her forehead. “I heard you.”
It was time for Yan Jiaojiao’s check-up. After a series of examinations, the doctor told Xie Chuanyan, “The blood clot in Miss Yan’s brain is gradually dissipating. As for her memory, it will still take some time to fully recover.”
After the check-up, Xie Chuanyan didn’t take Yan Jiaojiao back to Morning Garden. Instead, he brought her to the company. Yan Jiaojiao followed him into his office, and along the way, people kept greeting her until her face ached from smiling.
Assistant Hao came in to remind Xie Chuanyan about the meeting time and noticed that Xie Chuanyan, who was usually focused on work, was staring intently at the girl on the sofa. His gaze was filled with possessiveness, as if he wished he could lock her to his side.
It was Yan Jiaojiao, munching on potato chips on the sofa, who noticed him. She glanced up briefly before burying her head back into the drama she was watching.
Xie Chuanyan shot him a cold glare, and Assistant Hao immediately averted his eyes. He handed Xie Chuanyan the contract and reminded him of the meeting time.
After Xie Chuanyan signed the documents, Assistant Hao bowed his head and retreated from the office, silently hoping that Xie Chuanyan wouldn’t hold his earlier glance against him.
After all, Yan Jiaojiao was Xie Chuanyan’s private possession. Anyone who dared to look at her would receive his sharp, warning glare.
He still remembered the last time a business partner, drunk, made a few teasing remarks about Yan Jiaojiao. Xie Chuanyan’s expression at that moment was unforgettable.
His dark, deep eyes seemed to trigger a dangerous mechanism, instantly filling with a violent intensity. Despite his usual preference for cleanliness, he pinned the business partner to the ground, exuding the wild ferocity of a lion—ruthless and brutal, his white shirt stained with blood.
His rage was so overwhelming, as if he wanted to tear the man on the ground apart, that no one dared to intervene.
It wasn’t until Yan Jiaojiao called that Xie Chuanyan seemed as if nothing had happened. His voice, cold as ice, instantly softened into a gentle, magnetic tone as he explained to Yan Jiaojiao over the phone why he would be home late.
Everyone present watched as the man who had just been raging moments ago turned gentle in an instant, coaxing the girl for over ten minutes.
To this day, a saying still circulates in the capital: “It’s better to offend Xie Chuanyan than to offend Yan Jiaojiao.”
Offend Xie Chuanyan, and he’ll make it impossible for you to survive in the capital. But offend Yan Jiaojiao, and Xie Chuanyan will take your life.
Xie Chuanyan was cold-blooded by nature, but Yan Jiaojiao was always the untouchable scar he could never bear to see harmed.
Xie Chuanyan adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and glanced at his wristwatch. With a few minutes left before the meeting, he walked over to the sofa and leaned down to tell Yan Jiaojiao, “I’m going to a meeting. If you get tired, go rest in the inner lounge.”
He then looked at the pile of snacks on the sofa. “Don’t eat too much. I’ll take you out for dinner later.”
Yan Jiaojiao didn’t even take her eyes off the screen. The drama was at a thrilling moment—the male and female leads were about to be torn apart by their parents, who were announcing that the two were long-lost siblings.
Yan Jiaojiao nodded absentmindedly, not really knowing what Xie Chuanyan had said, and waved him away. “Got it, got it.”
Xie Chuanyan pinched her smooth chin, forcing her to look up. Only when her pupils reflected only him did his cold, tense expression slowly relax.
His magnetic, husky voice pressed, “Repeat what I just said.”
Yan Jiaojiao had no idea what he had said earlier. She blinked her bright, innocent fox-like eyes, trying to charm her way out of the situation.Xie Chuanyan let out a light chuckle. Her plea for mercy was written all over her face—innocent and adorable, almost reminiscent of how she was before losing her memory.
Whenever she made a mistake, she always loved to act cute and play nice.
A flicker of amusement danced in his dark pupils as he lowered his head and gently kissed her lips. Perhaps because this kiss wasn’t as fierce as before, Yan Jiaojiao obediently accepted it without struggling. A faint mist clouded her eyes, and under his advance, she even tentatively extended her tongue.
By the time the kiss ended, she was still in a daze, but Xie Chuanyan had already regained his serious demeanor and left for the meeting.
Yan Jiaojiao covered her lips in frustration. How had she been bewitched by him just now? She splashed water on her face to clear her mind and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Yan Jiaojiao, you can’t let him enchant you again. He’s just toying with you!
There was still no progress on Tian Wei’s message. She had to stay as far away from Xie Chuanyan as possible.
No sooner said than done—Yan Jiaojiao immediately hailed a taxi and went home.
In the meeting room, everyone from each department was ready, all waiting for Xie Chuanyan to appear. But they all tacitly understood—no one dared to rush him. Xie Chuanyan was never late for meetings; the only exception was when Yan Jiaojiao showed up.
After waiting about ten minutes, Assistant Hao finally saw Xie Chuanyan arrive at the entrance. He looked satisfied and in good spirits, suggesting the meeting would likely proceed smoothly.
But just a few minutes after this thought crossed his mind, Assistant Hao received a call from the secretary’s office. A call at this time was definitely about that “ancestor” in the office. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Assistant Hao answered the phone, only for his expression to freeze the next second.
He leaned close to Xie Chuanyan’s ear and whispered, “The secretary’s office says Miss Yan has gone home first.”
Xie Chuanyan glanced at the night outside the window, adjusted his tie, and said coldly, “Ensure her safety.”
“Understood.”
Assistant Hao thought that would be the end of it, but just over ten minutes later, another call came in.
“President Xie, Miss Yan has returned to the Yan family home.”
Xie Chuanyan tapped his fingers on the table and nodded. “Noted.”
He flipped through the documents and continued listening to the proposals, but beneath his long lashes, an intense possessiveness churned in his eyes. The corners of his eyes lifted slightly, his expression devoid of warmth, exuding a chilling aura.
Such a naughty little darling.
When Yan Jiaojiao returned home, Yan Feng was overjoyed and immediately called the chef to prepare a feast. An hour later, the table was laden with all her favorite dishes.
After eating, Yan Jiaojiao patted her full stomach and headed upstairs to her room. Yan Feng watched her with a complicated expression. “Jiaojiao, are you really planning to stay at home?”
“Of course.”
“Does Chuanyan agree to this?”
“Why would I need his permission to return to my own home?”
Yan Feng watched her disappearing figure, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening. He instructed the butler to lock the doors later.
As soon as Xie Chuanyan left the company, he headed straight for the Yan residence. Yan Feng was reading the newspaper with his reading glasses on when he heard the sound of a car in the courtyard. He raised an eyebrow, unsurprised.
“Uncle Yan.”
“She’s upstairs.”
Yan Feng didn’t even look up. After all, this scenario had played out countless times. Whenever Xie Chuanyan upset his precious daughter, Jiaojiao would come home to stay, and within a few hours, Xie Chuanyan would show up to coax her back—unless he was abroad.
This was also why Yan Feng never objected to Yan Jiaojiao being with Xie Chuanyan.
Jiaojiao had grown up without her mother by her side, and Yan Feng felt he owed her for that. So, he had always indulged her every whim since childhood, fostering her arrogant and willful personality. It wasn’t easy for just anyone to keep her in check.Xie Chuanyan was steady and reserved, while Yan Jiaojiao was lively and cheerful. Their complementary personalities made them a perfect match. Only by entrusting Jiaojiao to Xie Chuanyan could Yan Feng feel at ease, and it would also be a way to honor her mother.
Yan Feng brewed tea in the courtyard, the fragrance of jasmine filling the garden and reminding him of Yan Jiaojiao’s birth mother. She was gentle, always taking her time with everything. Her only hobby was gardening, and the jasmine in the courtyard was her favorite.
Gazing at the tranquil moonlight under the rising steam of the hot tea, Yan Feng’s eyes gradually reddened. He wondered how she was doing over there.