"Even you don't know who I am?"

"But aren't you the heir to these properties in Kyoto?"

Luo Qingyuan smiled and hugged Duan Ye's waist: "No matter how good the business is in China, the real money-making industries are overseas chain businesses."

“I don’t want to do business abroad, so I stay in China. The young master of the Luo family is my brother.”

"If one day I need to step forward and become the young master of the family, then I will know who the backup heir is."

Suddenly, Duan Ye remembered something and sat up abruptly.

"So once the news of Old Master Jiang and Jiang Jingwen's capture spreads, Jiang Jingchuan will naturally become the young master of the Jiang family, and that so-called backup heir of the Jiang family will appear?"

Luo Qingyuan nodded: "Yes."

"Moreover, there is more than one backup heir."

And there's more than one?

Now it's Duan Ye's turn to have a headache.

"We don't know if it's a man or a woman, or what their identity is. How can we find out?"

Luo Qingyuan smiled gently: "Perhaps, there is a way."

Duan Ye's eyes lit up instantly: "Wife, tell me?"

Luo Qingyuan merely glanced at him indifferently, then pointed to her slightly pink lips with her index finger: "Want to know? Do I have to pay a little price?"

Duan Ye chuckled and leaned in to kiss Luo Qingyuan's lips repeatedly until her cheeks turned red before finally letting go.

"Can my wife tell me now?"

Luo Qingyuan gave him a coquettish look before saying, "It's not that there's no way."

“When aristocratic families cultivate talent, they usually place people at the bottom and start training them from the lowest departments. In order to let them get to know their young master in advance, the family head usually will not place them too far away from the young master.”

"The young master of the Jiang family has always been Jiang Jingchuan. However, Jiang Jingchuan is too incompetent, so the head of the Jiang family has never informed him of the existence of a backup successor."

"To find people, you have to learn how to screen them."

"Start by looking for Jiang Jingchuan's classmates from his school days, those in the same grade, or even the same class, as well as the departments of the companies that Jiang Jingchuan took over after graduation, whose ages are not too far apart from his."

"Moreover, the backup heirs are usually orphans."

"But in order to avoid attracting attention, they will definitely forge their identity."

Duan Ye listened carefully, and the more he listened, the more alarmed he became.

No wonder Yang Fan said that going up against the powerful families of Kyoto was a headache; he had underestimated the power of a family.

Finally, Luo Qingyuan asked, "The wedding is in just three days. Is that enough time?"

Duan Ye's gaze was firm: "Whether it's too late or not, we have to try."

Luo Qingyuan: "I'm sorry, I should have told you this sooner."

Duan Ye: "No need to apologize. It's not your fault. It's not too late for you to say it now. Besides, how would you know what information to provide to me if I didn't ask?"

Luo Qingyuan nodded again, her eyes sparkling and beautiful.

Duan Ye forced himself to get out of bed. If they continued staring at each other like that, he would drown in Luo Qingyuan's body again tonight.

While changing his clothes, Duan Ye said, "Wife, I'm afraid I'll have to temporarily requisition the Luo family members."

Luo Qingyuan nodded and got out of bed to help Duan Ye get dressed.

"I'll have Liu Yan follow you."

"Although Uncle Liu is quite old, he knows the Luo family very well."

Duan Ye smiled and spread his hands, letting Luo Qingyuan dress him: "Aren't you afraid that one day, all these men of yours will belong to me?"

As Luo Qingyuan tied his tie, she smiled and said, "What are you afraid of?"

"The people under my command should have been yours."

“Aye, I know my uncle’s situation is causing you trouble, and there’s not much I can do to help you, but I’m willing to pay any price to help you.”

Luo Qingyuan used to be a very bold person, but now she's different.

Now she is anxious and worried that the aristocratic families will bring disaster to the Duan family.

She was even more worried that Duan Ye would abandon her because of this.

Duan Ye lifted Luo Qingyuan's chin with one hand and leaned down to kiss her. Outside, it was freezing cold, but their kiss was as passionate as fire.

A few minutes later, their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling around each other's noses.

"Qingyuan, what I need most is love that I can touch."

"With this, I dare to take risks no matter how difficult the situation is."

Besides, we're in Kyoto now, and no matter how difficult things are in Kyoto, they're not as difficult as the days we spent running all over the mountains in Wenzhou.

After saying that, Duan Ye pinched Luo Qingyuan's little face: "Be good, go to sleep early, don't wait for me."

"The power dynamics among aristocratic families are complex and intertwined. If you don't know, ask Liu Yan."

As soon as Luo Qingyuan finished speaking, Duan Ye closed the door and left.

Luo Qingyuan walked to the window and looked down. There were streetlights, so she could clearly see the snow falling in the dark night.

It's snowing again in Kyoto.

Duan Ye quickly went out, driving his own Volkswagen. Even though he had many nice cars in his garage, he seemed to have a particular fondness for his own.

Luo Qingyuan recalled Duan Ye's words: "I love money the most."

But seeing the car Duan Ye was driving, she began to doubt the truthfulness of Duan Ye's words.

In the end, Luo Qingyuan shook her head helplessly, turned off the light, and went back to bed to sleep.

Everything will be fine in Kyoto.

That night, the Luo family, the Shen family, and the Fang family (whom none of them knew) were all searching for traces of the Jiang family members.

Fang family.

“Patriarch, we don’t have many people left. The main force of the Fang family has already immigrated, and they need you to go back and take charge of the overall situation there. It’s really not suitable for us to do these things now.”

"If those families knew we were behind these things, I'm afraid we would have little power to resist..."

Fang Rou sat lazily in the black chair, exhaling smoke rings from her red lips.

"Then we should just keep those people from finding out."

"Aren't the Fang family the best at hiding their whereabouts?"

Fang Qing wanted to say something, but was intimidated by Fang Rou's slightly displeased gaze.

"Do as I say. If we are exposed, evacuate immediately. Leave the cleanup to me."

Seeing Fang Rou say this, Fang Qing felt half relieved and nodded directly: "Yes."

Fang Rou was the only one left in the room.

Her dazed gaze fell on the group photo on the table; it was the photo he had taken with her during her master's graduation.

Her gaze gradually turned cold; she didn't actually have that much ambition.

All she wanted was for things to settle down soon so that the person she loved could successfully marry the one he loved.

Is it really that difficult to realize even such a simple idea?

The nanny brought in a bowl of congee.

"Miss, smoke less and have some porridge to warm yourself up."

Fang Rou: "Put it on the table."

Just then, Fang Rou's phone suddenly rang urgently.

"Patriarch, more than ten cars are driving this way. Judging from the appearance, they should be people from several major families."