I, Shen Bei’an, a rich second-generation heir whose surname is shared by many male protagonists in novels, transmigrated into a novel about a powerful boss after writing a 3,000-character critiqu...
"If there's no follow-up, shouldn't you have at least told Master Chen when you saw him?!" The woman glared at him almost viciously. "Han Lianxian, you should be grateful you're still a minor for this mess!"
Before the young man could say anything, the phone rang.
"yes."
After hanging up the phone, the young man sighed deeply, his face filled with endless affection for his "younger brother." "Grandfather called, telling us to hurry back. Lianxian, whatever you've done in the past, your brother has always tried his best to take responsibility for you, but this time, your brother can't help you."
“Brother…” The boy’s face was ashen.
The woman snorted coldly, "If you ask me, you should behave yourself and go back to explain things to your grandfather. Maybe he can help you. But if you continue to be so stubborn and Master Fu finds out something, your underage status won't be able to protect you."
"Alright, Yingying, you should say less."
"Han Lianying! What do you think you are?!" Han Lianxian got up from the ground, glaring fiercely at the woman. "Don't forget what happened the night before last! If the Qin and Lu families hadn't ignored it, do you think you could have escaped?!"
"Han Lianxian!" Han Lianying's voice was equally loud. "What nonsense are you spouting!"
"Whether it's nonsense or not, don't you know it yourself? You're a piece of trash who's outsmarted by your own cleverness. Do you really think the Qin family doesn't know that? They're just too lazy to bother. What kind of good person do you think you are!"
"Ha," Han Lianying gritted her teeth in anger, "Han Lianxian, I may not be a good person, but at least I won't bring misfortune to the whole family!"
Han Lianxian's matter may seem trivial, but school bullying exists in many places.
To put it bluntly, the fact that the Ye family's young master was bullied to death by the Han family's young master is, at best, a problem with the Han family's upbringing; at worst, the entire Han family might be investigated.
The Han family has only been in the capital for less than thirty years, so they don't have that much of a foundation.
"You son of a bitch!"
Just as the two were about to fight, Han Lianjun spoke up, a hint of gloom clouding his usually sunny face, "Enough! Nothing's happened outside yet, and you're already starting a fratricidal war here. We're all members of the Han family; we share the same fate, and we share the same fate. Don't you understand that we all share the same fate?"
"This matter concerning Lian Xian is indeed quite serious. Ying'er, do you think no one knows about what happened to you that night?"
The two of them lowered their heads simultaneously.
"Alright, go home and see what Grandpa's plans are."
"Okay, bro."
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"Ah Yan, I want to go back to the Shen family's old house this afternoon," Shen Bei'an said suddenly, holding Gu Nan'an's hand.
Something happened at Qingjin High School, and as the principal, Third Grandma Luo will inevitably have to bear the responsibility.
Gu Nanyan was naturally aware of all this, and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."
"But you were free this afternoon?" Shen Bei'an asked hesitantly.
"What could possibly happen? Zhaojun and the vice president are here." The vice president of the Gu Group is Gu Nanyan's uncle by seniority. He is in his early thirties and is very steady in his work.
"Actually... I don't have anything serious to do, don't bother you..." Although she was quite happy that Gu Nanyan was with her, Shen Bei'an wasn't the kind of unreasonable person who would cause trouble. Besides, Gu Nanyan was working so hard, wasn't it all for her sake?
Gu Nanyan smiled and picked up a piece of king oyster mushroom for him. It was clearly a mushroom, but the chef had made it into the shape of an abalone, and even the taste was almost the same.
"Anything concerning An'an is the most important thing to me. Besides, I just finished a meeting this morning. If there's anything urgent, Zhaojun will contact me."
Shen Beian chewed on the king oyster mushroom, his cheeks flushed.
Oh my god, his wife is so good at flirting! It's so hard to resist!
How can you just blurt out such sweet nothings?
Shen Family Old House
"Why are you back at this time?" Old Master Shen happened to be outside and was surprised to see Shen Bei'an return. He was even more surprised to see Gu Nan'an behind him.
It wasn't a holiday or a Sunday; it was a busy weekday when his youngest daughter-in-law came back.
Shen Bei'an snorted coldly, "What, can't I even go back to my own home?"
Old Master Shen gave a soft hum, picked up the tea beside him and sipped it slowly, "Since you're back, come and play a game of chess with your old man."
Shen Beian nudged Gu Nanyan beside him, "I can't, Ayan, you go and kill the old man without leaving a single survivor!"
The six arts of a gentleman—music, chess, calligraphy, and painting—were all slightly dabbled in by Shen Bei'an, or rather, many young masters from prominent families in the capital were.
But it was only a brief overview.
Not being familiar with him, how could Shen Bei'an possibly beat Old Master Shen?
"Whenever there's trouble, he always turns to Nan Yan." Old Master Shen didn't say much more. "Old Zhao, get some food for An Ge'er. Nan Yan, come and keep this old man company."
Although she said this, her tone was full of affection for her youngest son.
"Of course it would be impolite to refuse." Gu Nanyan walked to the opposite side of Old Master Shen. "Uncle Zhao, just prepare some fruit. An'an and I just came back from Baiweiju."
"Gu Nanyan!" Shen Bei'an shouted angrily, then turned to Butler Zhao and pleaded, "Uncle Zhao~ don't listen to her, I want dessert, ask Aunt Yu to make me some chocolate mochi and lychee mille-feuille."
“Uncle Zhao, An’an’s teeth are prone to hurting if she eats too many desserts. Just make her a lychee mille-feuille,” Gu Nan’an continued.
At first, Steward Zhao was unsure of whose advice to take, but when he heard Gu Nanyan say this, he nodded slightly and said, "Yes, Fifth Madam."
"Old man! You need to control her! She even stops me from eating dessert!" Shen Beian ran to Old Master Shen's side, grabbed his arm, pouted, and complained, "She promised to spoil me even more after we got married, but she won't even let me eat dessert. I even went to a completely vegetarian banquet with her for lunch today!"
It tastes pretty good.
But that doesn't stop him from filing a complaint!
No matter how old you are, you're still a child in your parents' eyes.
In a typical family, if a son complained about his wife to his parents-in-law like that, who knows what kind of trouble it would cause.
Grandpa Shen simply gestured for Gu Nanyan to play chess. "Nanyan, are you wrong to interfere? When you were young, you caused Nanyan a lot of trouble because of your toothache. I don't know who was crying and tossing and turning in the middle of the night because of a toothache, and Nanyan didn't sleep all night either. Nanyan had an exam the next day. He went to take the exam without sleeping all night."
Shen Beian huddled up like a quail next to Old Master Shen.
Because the two were engaged, and Shen Beian was very attached to Gu Nanyan, and the Gu family had no complaints.
For a long time during his childhood, Gu Nanyan lived in the old Shen family house, sharing a room and a bed with Shen Bei'an.
"I...I was just a kid then, now...now everything's fine!" she muttered, trying to defend herself.
"Is everything alright now?" Old Master Shen placed a piece on the board, glancing at his son. "If everything were truly alright, would Nan Yan be so concerned about you?"
At this point, she also looked at Gu Nanyan across from her.
With a smile on his face, Gu Nanyan played chess with Old Master Shen without changing his expression.
If the Shen family dotes on Shen Bei'an, then the one who dotes on Shen Bei'an the most is definitely his wife, Gu Nan'an.
So pampered was the Fifth Master of the Shen family that he never attended any gatherings in places of fame and fortune, and he never even considered going out to work.