Chapter 122 A Family Settles Accounts Clearly

Lin Yan'an's words instantly left Pei Xubai speechless, both amused and exasperated.

He had finally gotten a good night's sleep last night, but now he hesitated. Looking at Lin Yan'an's encouraging gaze, and then at the calligraphy brush in front of him that had suddenly become somewhat mysterious...

Pei Xubai sighed softly, and still took the papers out of his pocket.

The moment his hand touched the paper, he keenly sensed something was wrong.

Pei Xubai's expression changed, and he quickly looked down at the ashes on his fingertips, then at the other intact sheets of paper.

"Yan An, this..."

Pei Xubai looked at Lin Yan'an in shock: "Look, why is this paper spontaneously combusting?"

As he spoke, he quickly placed all the papers on the table, unfolded them, and looked at them one by one.

Apart from the one sheet that spontaneously combusted, the other papers placed next to it were completely undamaged.

Lin Yan'an lowered his eyes to look at the handwriting, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

Sure enough, the one who shut up was gone.

He raised his hand to put it away, and looked at Pei Xubai in a deep voice, saying, "I'll take this back first, let's eat first."

"After you finish eating, go and rest, and try to communicate with him in your dreams."

Lin Yan'an paused for a moment, then added, "If you're still only complaining about your poor acting and lack of communication skills, then I'll give you this."

He looked up at Pei Xubai, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes: "Thank you for your hard work today."

"Let's also work on a more detailed new outline and budget timeline to reassure investors first."

Pei Xubai instantly understood. He sighed softly, as if he had made up his mind, and looked at Lin Yan'an with a determined look in his eyes, saying, "No problem, I'll give it a try and try to communicate with this picky audience member."

"Um."

Lin Yan'an nodded, put the things in his hands back in his pocket, and then looked at the table full of delicacies and said, "Let's eat first, so we can all go about our business after we finish eating."

Besides the two of them, Pei Xingyao and Zhong Suisui were also present.

The others were utterly dumbfounded, exchanging bewildered glances.

After seeing Lin Yan'an put food on Zhong Suisui's plate...

Thank you, Dad.

After politely tilting her head and nuzzling Lin Yan'an's arm, Zhong Suisui lowered her head and began to eat heartily.

Zhou Kangning couldn't help but swallow, then looked away from Lin Yan'an and quickly asked, "Yan'an, what kind of riddle are you two playing?"

"That pen... it can even send you curses in your dreams?"

Lin Yan'an shrugged, smiled without saying a word.

Pei Xubai calmly nodded and replied, "Yes, didn't I tell you guys that someone curses me in my dreams every day!"

His gaze fell on the calligraphy brush, his eyes filled with mixed emotions: "I don't want to believe it either, but this really happened after the brush came into my hands."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yanzhou began to ponder. He lowered his gaze to the calligraphy brush, adjusted his glasses, looked at Pei Xubai and then at Lin Yan'an, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Can President Pei really communicate with him in his dreams? What if he can't?"

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at Lin Yan'an.

He calmly put down his chopsticks, looked at everyone, and a proud smile flashed in his eyes: "Then I'll have to ask my wife to come over."

"Cough cough."

After Lin Yan'an finished speaking, he cleared his throat, looked at the producer, and added, "They have to pay."

When he said this, everyone was taken aback.

Liu Hua scratched his head, looking at Lin Yan'an with great confusion and asking curiously, "But President Lin, you're one of the investors in the production team, and you're also the screenwriter. Do you have to pay separately to invite your wife over? We're all family."

Lin Yan'an's lips curled up slightly, and he said in a very relaxed tone, "Family members should keep clear accounts."

"My wife's money is hers, and mine is hers too. Besides, you should show some appreciation for asking her to come all this way to help you."

"And... my wife likes money."

By the end, Lin Yan'an's voice was full of laughter.

Pei Xubai couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle upon seeing this.

Upon hearing this, the producer quickly nodded in agreement: "Don't worry, Mr. Lin, as long as your wife can help us solve the problem, money is not an issue."

Lin Yan'an nodded in agreement, a hint of a "business deal" smile flashing in his eyes.

Zhong Wan had no idea that Lin Yan'an was so thoughtfully planning for her.

At this moment, she and Zhong Yang had just arrived at their destination.

The two of them entered the elevator together, led by Pei Xingyu.

"Auntie, you can stay here without worry. My uncle's house is your house too."

Pei Xingyu said while playing with his phone: "Zhong Yang can stay with me. Anyway, my house is right next to yours. And we'll both go to school first thing tomorrow morning, so we won't wake you up again."

Zhong Wan nodded and listened quietly.

Her face was still a little pale, but she seemed much more energetic than before: "Anything is fine."

"Should I take you there tomorrow?"

Zhong Yang chuckled upon hearing this: "Don't worry, sister. We're both grown up. We can go by ourselves tomorrow."

"Yes, Auntie, don't worry,"

Pei Xingyu suddenly remembered something and quickly reached into his pocket and handed over the car keys: "Here, take this. I'll drive my car and take Zhong Yang there tomorrow."

Zhong Wan looked down at the key, smiled, and shook her head: "If your uncle gives it to you, you can keep it. I don't want it."

Seeing this, Pei Xingyu couldn't help but ask jokingly, "You don't want this? How much did this car cost?"

Zhong Wan shrugged: "I prefer to earn my own money."

"Nice."

Pei Xingyu couldn't help but give her a thumbs up, and continued with a smile, "So how do you get out when you want to? By subway?"

Zhong Wan nodded: "Sure, the subway is so convenient."

"Alright."

The group walked to the room door while talking.

Pei Xingyu opened the door and told them the room code, even thoughtfully adding Zhong Wan's fingerprint.

Then he went into the room first, put the key on the shoe cabinet, and said to Zhong Wan, "I'll leave the key here for now. Aunt, don't be shy, just use it whenever you need it."

"This car looks all black and lifeless. Although it's valuable, it doesn't suit my taste."

"Let me tell you, my uncle has a garage with all sorts of cars! Remember to have him take you to see it sometime."

"I prefer that Barbie pink Lamborghini there. Auntie, remember to whisper in my ear for me."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Wan couldn't help but laugh: "If you want to tell him yourself, then do it. I won't just whisper in his ear."

"Tsk."

Pei Xingyu was just about to continue speaking when

Zhong Yang couldn't help but reach out and hook her arm around his neck: "Shut up for a bit."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhong Wan and said with concern, "Sister, why don't you go inside and rest for a while? I'll call you when it's time for dinner."

Zhong Wan nodded: "Okay, then I'll go in and lie down for a while."

"Okay, if you feel really bad, remember to take your medicine."

At this point, Zhong Yang paused, then quickly asked her to confirm, "Did you bring your medicine? If not, I'll order some takeout right now."

"Need not,"

Zhong Wan smiled and waved her hand: "I'm just a little tired from sitting in the car for so long. I'll rest for a while and I'll be fine."

Pei Xingyu, whose neck was being held by Zhong Yang, was still struggling: "Hey, hey, stop messing around... wait, what are you talking about? What's wrong with Auntie? Is she feeling unwell?"

As he asked the questions, he carefully observed Zhong Wan's expression.

That's when I realized, she really does seem a bit pale?

But how come he remembered that his aunt was very fair-skinned...?