Chapter 90 Who are you?

"Unless you call me 'sister'."

An Shixia leaned close to Yan Lingyu's ear, her face full of anticipation.

Yan Lingyu's face froze instantly.

He was a few months older than An Shixia and had always heard her call him "brother" since he was a child.

"Who... taught you?"

He had reason to suspect that An Shixia had been led astray by others.

"Oh, are you going to call me or not? I just want to hear you call me 'sister,' you know I've never had a younger brother."

An Shixia's coquettish charm was so alluring that Yan Lingyu found it hard to refuse, but he really couldn't bring himself to call her "sister."

"Xiaxia, let's try something else. As long as you don't make me call you 'sister,' I'll agree to anything."

An Shixia knew he wouldn't agree, and snorted at him, "Then I won't forgive you."

While saying that, her eyes kept glancing at Yan Lingyu.

Yan Lingyu reached out and patted her head: "Be good, don't be naughty, okay?"

Just as An Shixia was about to ask him to take his hand away, she suddenly noticed Zhou Xuerou behind her out of the corner of her eye.

She didn't mind Yan Lingyu throwing a little tantrum, but she didn't want others to take advantage of the situation.

An Shixia suddenly hugged Yan Lingyu's waist: "Don't be angry anymore."

Yan Lingyu was facing An Shixia, unaware that Zhou Xuerou was standing behind him. Suddenly, when he heard An Shixia change her mind and hug him, he guessed something.

"Okay, then I promise I'll never make you angry again. I'll report to you if anyone tries to get close to me."

Yan Lingyu's voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for Zhou Xuerou to hear.

Zhou Xuerou stood still, staring intently, as if trying to see right through the two of them.

She chased Yan Lingyu for so long, yet she never even got within a meter of him. What makes that girl so special?

She looks like a student, probably Yan Lingyu's classmate. She's good-looking, but she definitely can't offer Yan Lingyu any help.

Yan Lingyu actually tried to coax her!

Zhou Xuerou clenched her teeth in anger, and the plan in her mind had already begun to take shape.

She didn't care whether Yan Lingyu liked her or not; all she wanted was power.

"I'm a little tired from playing and want to go home. The sofa in the living room is tilted; could you go back and push it?"

Looking at Zhou Xuerou's expression, An Shixia deliberately said something else.

"good."

Zhou Xuerou was heartbroken and rushed forward.

"Young Master Yan, are you living together with this young lady?"

Upon seeing her, Yan Lingyu immediately took several steps back, looking at An Shixia with an innocent gaze: "I didn't approach her, she walked over."

An Shixia hummed in agreement: "I saw it."

"Let's go back quickly, otherwise she'll come over again, and I don't want you to be angry."

Yan Lingyu directly took An Shixia's hand and walked over in front of Zhou Xuerou.

Zhou Xuerou was completely ignored and somewhat unwilling: "Wait a minute, miss, I'd like to ask, which family in the capital are you from?"

Her tone was condescending, as if she was certain that An Shixia was not from a prominent family.

"It's none of your business."

Yan Lingyu spoke coldly, then pulled An Shixia away.

Xiao Mushen and the others had disappeared, and An Shixia sent Shen Tongtong a message saying that she had left first.

"When did she appear?"

Once everyone was in the car, An Shixia suddenly asked.

She realized that she knew too little about Yan Lingyu over the past few years, and that her understanding of him was all based on what she knew three years ago.

She knew nothing about Yan Lingyu, from his company to the people around him.

This realization made her feel uneasy, and she didn't like it.

"I haven't paid attention. It's probably been in the last two years. They've been coming to the company as clients, and Xiao Mushen and the others have been receiving them."

After Yan Lingyu finished speaking, he continued to talk about his experiences over the past three years.

"Besides these, no one else appeared around me, except for a few you know, young masters from Beijing's elite circles."

As An Shixia listened to his slow and steady explanation, the panic in her heart gradually dissipated.

Although he wasn't involved in his university life, he would talk to himself about it.

"I'd like to hear about your entrepreneurial journey."

An Shixia suddenly asked.

Yan Lingyu didn't start by using his family's company to practice; instead, he started his own small company. As it gradually grew in scale, he slowly took over some of the Yan family's businesses, and the company grew bigger and bigger.

"We started out in game development. The first small game we developed only earned us ten million..."

Yan Lingyu spoke slowly, knowing that An Shixia had no experience in these fields, and even explained some technical terms.

Of course, the road to entrepreneurship is not always smooth sailing. There was a small hiccup in the middle: the game was copied and released by someone else first.

"So how did you solve it?"

An Shixia sat up straight, as if she were there herself.

“Our game is encrypted, and their game crashes halfway through. Players don’t like it, they almost went bankrupt, and finally admitted to plagiarism.”

An Shixia could imagine the scene at that time. Perhaps things were not as simple as Yan Lingyu said. Perhaps he was also in a state of great distress. It was a pity that she was not by his side.

"How is that company doing now?"

"It has already gone out of business."

Such is the way business competition is, and Yan Lingyu naturally wouldn't show him any mercy.

"Good riddance!"

*

Hospital.

Jiang Zhiyao watched the girl next to her move out of the ward and felt a surge of resentment.

She was the only one left in the ward, and when He Huaisheng arrived, she couldn't help but tear up.

"Brother Sheng, I'm so bored. I don't want to stay here anymore. Can you process my discharge paperwork?"

He Huaisheng nodded when he saw Jiang Zhiyao's teary eyes: "The company has arranged dormitories for us. It's a residential complex, and we're right next door. If you don't want to be hospitalized, I'll take you there."

Jiang Zhiyao nodded: "It smells awful here, and it's so boring. I don't like it."

He Huaisheng busied himself with handling her discharge procedures, but when it came time to pay, he was short of money and had to use his credit card.

He felt a pang of regret, thinking that these expenses could have been avoided, and he was somewhat annoyed, but he held back from telling Jiang Zhiyao.

But even though he kept it to himself, He Huaisheng still felt uncomfortable. On the elevator back to the apartment complex, he couldn't help but mention it to Jiang Zhiyao.

“Yaoyao, don’t be so impulsive next time. My credit card already owes 50,000 yuan, and you spent more than 20,000 yuan on this trip.”

He Huaisheng's tone was somewhat reproachful, but considering that Jiang Zhiyao was injured, he didn't go too far.

Jiang Zhiyao's tears fell again: "Brother Sheng, I didn't mean to. If Yan Lingyu hadn't helped her, I wouldn't have..."

Before Jiang Zhiyao could finish speaking, a voice from the side interrupted her.

"Yan Lingyu? You're his schoolmates?"

Jiang Zhiyao was very annoyed at being interrupted. She glanced over and saw a girl wearing sunglasses with slightly curly hair, who looked like she came from an unusual background.

"Who are you?"