Chapter 192 Softie, untie me again.

On the other end of the phone, Yan Hongyi's breathing became a little heavier, but he did not interrupt her immediately.

Mu Chuji knew that he had taken her words to heart.

That old fox is more suspicious than anyone else.

She pressed her advantage, her tone carrying a feigned sincerity.

“I know you don’t believe me and think I’m trying to sow discord or retaliate.”

"Think what you want."

"But I was someone you put in there, so even though I wasn't very useful, I still got to see something with my own eyes."

"You know President Yan's methods better than I do."

"If he really takes action, he won't leave any room for anyone."

"Including you."

She paused, her voice lowering, becoming hoarse with exhaustion.

"That's all I have to say, Mr. Yan."

"If you don't believe me, just consider it that I went crazy tonight and disturbed your sleep."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Only Yan Hongyi's slightly heavier breathing indicated that he was not indifferent.

After a long silence, he spoke coldly, his voice regaining its usual authority and indifference, making it impossible to tell whether he believed him or not.

"Miss Mu, it's the middle of the night, and you're just spouting these baseless rumors?"

"Miss Mu, mind your own business."

"It's none of your business as an outsider to interfere in the affairs of the Yan family."

"I don't need you to teach me how to do things."

Before Mu Chuji could speak again, a crisp busy tone came from the receiver.

Mu Chuji held up her phone, listening to the busy tone, and paused for a few seconds.

Mu Chuji didn't mind and raised her hand to wipe her face.

never mind.

Everything that needed to be said has been said.

That old fox Yan Hongyi certainly won't believe everything, but once the seed of suspicion is planted, it will always sprout on its own.

She leaned back against the wall, patiently waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

Whatever happens, happens.

I'll take a nap first.

Let's talk about tomorrow's problems tomorrow.

Anyway, even if the sky falls, that locked-in couple will hold it up.

She's just a lazy bum, she should just give up for now.

I really want to go home and order some barbecue takeout.

...

Yan Hongyi hung up the receiver, his withered fingers still gripping the phone, motionless for a long time.

In the darkness, his breathing was slow and deep, but his eyes were already churning with emotion.

Mu Chuji.

A chess piece he casually placed dared to utter such sensational and absurd words in the dead of night.

Change your surname?

Demolish the nest?

His first reaction was that it was absurd, that the woman was talking nonsense because she had lost her mind.

Can you hear the south...

His grandson is a wolf cub he raised himself.

Their methods and mindset have long surpassed their predecessors.

The calm of the past two weeks is unusual to begin with.

That rebellious grandson, though seemingly returning, actually transferred or marginalized the people he had placed there.

The reporting processes for several core projects have indeed been changed quietly.

He originally thought that this was just his grandson establishing authority and clearing obstacles.

Could this really be paving the way for a complete power grab?

Mu Chuji's words may seem absurd, but they are enough to stir up the accumulated silt.

He couldn't believe it all, but he also dared not completely disbelieve it.

Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.

This was the ironclad rule he had upheld for decades during his tenure as head of the Yan family.

Especially Yan Tingnan, the beast he personally raised and who has now revealed its fangs.

He slowly rose, put on his outer robe, and walked steadily toward the study.

Sleepiness had long since vanished.

"check."

He gave instructions over the connected intercom.

“Listen to all the recent personnel changes, project changes, and fund flows in Nan.”

"I need the most detailed report."

He paused, his gaze sharp as an eagle's in the dim light.

"Keep a close eye on the president's office, especially that Su Ruan."

"Who has she been in private contact with recently, and what have they said to each other?"

"No matter how small the matter."

The person on the other end of the phone respectfully agreed.

After hanging up, the study fell silent once more.

Yan Hongyi walked to the window, his aged back straight, exuding an unassailable majesty.

If it is true that Nanzhen is preparing for the final blow...

Then his grandfather absolutely cannot sit idly by and wait for his death.

Only he can steer the giant ship that is the Yan family.

No one, including his most outstanding grandson, can easily overthrow him.

...

At six o'clock in the morning, before the sunlight had even climbed onto the curtains of the master bedroom of the Tan Palace, a sweet, milky fragrance filled the air.

Su Ruan curled up in Yan Tingnan's arms, her eyelashes still wet with weariness, but her nose brushed against his Adam's apple first, sniffing him lightly like a cat.

"woke up?"

"Um……"

Her voice, still hoarse from the night before, was soft and alluring.

"Teacher Yan, how was the intensive treatment last night?"

Yan Tingnan opened his eyes, his gaze as deep as if he had just turned on a computer and was already fully charged.

He first cupped the back of her neck with his palm, then pulled her closer into his arms, his deep voice resonating in his chest.

"The therapeutic effect is remarkable."

"However, one dose of the antidote is not enough; a course of treatment is necessary."

She rolled over and straddled him, poking his collarbone with her fingertips.

"It's clearly a case of the patient being unrestrained and overusing medication!"

Yan Tingnan chuckled softly, tilting her head back and letting her do as she pleased.

The thin blanket slipped off, revealing her fair skin covered in light marks, like plum blossoms fallen in the snow.

"Ruan Ruan, don't touch it, the fire hasn't gone out yet."

Su Ruan blushed under his gaze and reached out to cover his eyes.

"No debriefing!"

He pulled down her wrist and kissed her palm.

"Aren't we allowed to savor the memory?"

One sentence made her laugh, and she felt both embarrassed and annoyed. She leaned down and bit his shoulder.

The teeth marks were faint, but he groaned, his palm gripping her lower back, his voice low and husky.

"Ruanruan, untie it for me again."

The atmosphere instantly warmed up upon waking.

Su Ruan tried to retreat, but he held her back with one hand and pressed her back onto the pillow.

The next second, the blanket billowed up in an arc, like ocean waves.

At seven o'clock sharp, the alarm clock rang for the third time before Su Ruan finally stretched out a trembling hand from under the covers and turned it off.

"Yan Tingnan, is your stamina bar bugged?"

The man looked refreshed, his shirt buttoned all the way up, with an ascetic face but a beastly heart.

"Is this a compliment on my stamina?"

"..."

Su Ruan grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, but he caught it with one hand and leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose.

"Sweetie, sleep for another hour. I didn't have the housekeeper come today, I'll make breakfast."

What are you doing?

"I'll make you...the soft-boiled egg you love."

He paused deliberately, his smile serious.

Su Ruan's ears turned bright red. She wrapped herself in the blanket and rolled to the other side, refusing to look at him.

Eight o'clock sharp, at the restaurant.

Breakfast was prepared by Yan Tingnan.

Soft-boiled fried egg, strawberry yogurt, and golden-brown toast with crispy edges—it was just what she wanted.

Su Ruan chewed on the edge of a piece of toast, swinging her fair legs.

"Teacher Yan, I have something to remind you."

"Um?"

Yan Tingnan was cutting an egg, golden liquid flowing out, her voice softer than the egg yolk.

Her cheeks puffed out slightly, like a hamster hoarding food, as she glanced up at him.

“Mu Chuji was lying dead at the door last night, she’ll definitely go to the old man to complain today.”

"She knows too much about the original story; what if she spills the beans..."

Yan Tingnan pushed the sliced ​​eggs in front of her, his movements steady, his tone even more so.

"Let her sue."

"Whether she says it or not, the old man will find out."

"Um?"

Su Ruan raised an eyebrow and gently tugged at his trouser leg with her toes.

"Teacher Yan, your cards were revealed before the final push. Aren't you afraid of things going wrong?"

He put down his knife and fork and wrapped his palm around her knee.

"It can't be turned over."

"They've taken the bait and the hook; now they can't just leave whenever they want."

He leaned down, getting close to her, his breath brushing against the corner of her lips.

"Ruan Ruan, let me teach you a lesson."

"A true hunter is never afraid that his prey will see the trap."

"Because once you see it, there's no escaping it."

Su Ruan's heart skipped a beat, stunned by the determination in his eyes.

"so?"

He gently wiped a crumb from her lips, his movements tender, but his eyes sharp.

"Therefore, news will be released today."

"What news?"

"I'll watch the news later."

He kept it a secret.

"Now, finish your yogurt first."

Su Ruan squinted, leaned closer to him, and her red lips almost touched his earlobe.

"Teacher Yan, you have this domineering CEO vibe of having everything under control..."

She paused, her warm breath tickling his ear.

"It's so sexy it makes my legs weak."