Yan Qiao leaned against the door and listened for a while, then heard Zhang Shuyun continue, "I didn't even have time to ask about Qi Shengfang before all this happened."

Yan Qiao murmured softly, "Qi Shengfang?"

Why would Yan Yaoyao be asking about Qi Shengfang?

【Xiao Qi?】

[Because the suicide note is currently in Yan Yaoyao's possession.]

Yan Qiao couldn't hide her surprise. "How did it end up in Yan Yaoyao's hands?"

[Originally in Yuan Mengchun's possession, after Yuan Mengchun suffered a stroke, he told Yan Yaoyao the safe's combination.]

Yan Qiao was stunned. [She was probably worried that after something happened to her, no one would know about the suicide note. But she didn't give it to Yan Yaohui; instead, she gave it to Yan Yaoyao.]

That's really surprising.

Xiao Qi was speechless for a moment, then couldn't help but spoil the ending for Yan Qiao: "That's because when she was in the hospital, only her granddaughter, Yan Yaoyao, was by her side."

People are most vulnerable and most easily moved when they are sick.

Yan Yaoyao is her own granddaughter, so it's no wonder she let her guard down.

Yan Qiao lost interest in listening any further and turned to leave.

Pei Jingzhan was sitting leisurely in a recliner in the courtyard, brewing tea with practiced ease.

Even in the dilapidated courtyard, this person exuded the air of a noble young master.

When he saw Yan Qiao come out, he raised his eyebrows.

"You overheard a secret?"

Yan Qiao pursed her lips, "It's not really a secret."

She already knew about Qi Shengfang.

But Yan Yaoyao is like an unkillable cockroach; every time she does something disgusting.

Pei Jingzhan casually tossed his phone in front of her and asked, "Aren't you going to deal with these things?"

Yan Qiao glanced at him and said, "Mr. Pei, you seem to care about me quite a bit."

Pei Jingzhan scoffed, "I'm afraid you'll drag me down with you."

Yan Qiao winked at him, "Even if I didn't work online, I still have so many houses. Do you think I can't afford to pay your three thousand yuan salary? Besides, what's there to clarify about something I didn't do?"

Pei Jingzhan had never experienced being criticized online, but Xunyue had an entertainment company and a public relations department specifically for its artists.

Celebrities are most afraid of stains on their reputation. If there is any disturbance online, the public relations department has to take action and clarify the situation without delay.

It's rare to see Yan Qiao like this.

"Isn't reputation valuable?" he countered.

Yan Qiao said, "Reputation is important, but this isn't the first time I've been criticized. I'll get used to it. I won't try to prove anything myself; I want Zhang Shuyun to clarify things online herself."

Pei Jingzhan curled his lips; Yan Qiao was more interesting than he had imagined.

He placed the teacup in front of her and parted his thin lips slightly: "Want to try some?"

Yan Qiao picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp. "I don't know how to appreciate tea."

Then, watching Pei Jingzhan holding the teacup, every movement exuded leisure and nobility.

You can't cultivate this kind of temperament unless you live in a wealthy family.

Pei Jingzhan lowered his eyes and took a sip. Only then did Yan Qiao realize that this man's eyelashes were really long, something that women would definitely envy.

His features were very defined, with deep-set eyes. His face wasn't porcelain white like Yan Qiao's; it was cold and reserved.

Pei Jingzhan put down his cup. "Why are you looking at me?"

Yan Qiao rested her chin on her hand and said in a charmingly innocent tone, "I don't know how to appreciate tea, but that doesn't stop me from watching people appreciate tea. Pei Bingjun, are you really not planning to enter the entertainment industry? You're sure to become famous."

"Heh." He gave a cold laugh.

This mockery was full of disdain and contempt, as if to say: the entertainment industry is not worthy.

Yan Qiao, who had previously struggled in the entertainment industry: "..."

If he were to work as a laborer outside, he'd be beaten to death sooner or later.

Yan Qiao glanced at the time; it was still early.

"I want to visit an elder in the hospital. Would you like to come with me, or stay here?"

To be honest, Pei Jingzhan was actually quite interested.

I want to see how Yan Qiao will handle this matter.

He stood up casually. "Let's go."

Yan Qiao: "...Can you please stop looking like you're watching a show?"

"Oh? I made it that obvious? I'm so sorry."

The person who said these words showed no remorse whatsoever.

When the two arrived at the hospital, Yan Qiao found out Yuan Mengchun's ward.

Pei Jingzhan followed behind her and said calmly, "You come empty-handed when visiting your elders."

Yan Qiao shrugged: "Not every elder deserves my respect."

Especially Yuan Mengchun.

With the care of a caregiver these past few days, Yuan Mengchun's health has finally recovered somewhat, and he is almost ready to be transferred to a sanatorium for recuperation.

When Yan Qiao arrived, she was in good spirits and her speech was no longer as slurred as before.

She sat down by herself. "It's rare for me to come and visit Grandma, but I forgot to buy anything. I hope Grandma won't mind."

Yuan Mengchun's face immediately darkened, and then his gaze fell on Pei Jingzhan's face, his pupils contracting.

She was from the older generation and had the privilege of meeting the third master of the Pei family once, along with Yan Jiahao.

Her exceptional bone structure remains unforgettable to this day.

"you……"

Pei Jingzhan said calmly, "Grandma, my surname is Pei, and my given name is Bingjun. Remember that?"

Since he dared to come, he was naturally not afraid of exposing his identity.

The underlying threat in his tone made Yuan Mengchun shudder.

Yan Qiao asked curiously, "You're so good-looking, why does she look at you like you've seen a ghost?"

Pei Jingzhan glanced at her irritably, "Can't you utter a single nice word with that mouth of yours?"

Yan Qiao stuck out her tongue. "I didn't say anything wrong."

Yuan Mengchun seemed to be very afraid of Pei Jingzhan.

"What are you doing here?" Yuan Mengchun stared intently at Yan Qiao, not allowing himself to be distracted by Pei Jingzhan.

But I still can't help wondering why the Third Master of the Pei family is with Yan Qiao!

Yan Qiao blinked. "The date for Grandpa's grave relocation has been set. I came here specifically to inform Grandma, since she might not be able to attend."

Yuan Mengchun turned pale with anger. "As long as I'm not dead, no one can move my grave. Unless they step over my dead body!"

Yan Qiao's lips curved into a smile. "It's a done deal. Even if you die, Grandpa's grave will still be moved. But I'm not here today for that. I saw a bracelet on an old lady's wrist that looked familiar. After thinking about it, I realized it looked like something from you, Grandma. When I asked, the old lady said it was a gift from Yan Yaoyao. Such a nice item, and Yan Yaoyao just gives it away like that. Grandma, did she empty the safe in your room?"

Yuan Mengchun's expression changed drastically, "Impossible!"

But after thinking about it carefully, she realized that Yan Yaoyao hadn't really come to the hospital much since she found out the safe's combination.

She couldn't help but feel uneasy. Had that bitch really taken everything from her safe?

Yan Qiao stood up and said, "Grandma doesn't look well, so I won't disturb her."

After saying that, he gave Pei Jingzhan a wink and walked out.

Just as the door closed, Yuan Mengchun screamed, "Call the police! I want to call the police!"

They didn't even care about the Yan family's reputation anymore. If they called the police, Yan Yaoyao, their own granddaughter, would be labeled a thief.