The summer vacation after the senior year of high school is a three-month celebration for graduates.
Song Wenzhi and his friends had planned a trip together. They added Yan Chiyu's name to the guest list, but he was ruthlessly rejected.
Besides Yan Ge, who refused, Qian Bolun was also absent due to unforeseen circumstances.
He wanted to experience the life of a new recruit in the military camp in advance.
If Yan Chiyu had seen this message in the group chat under normal circumstances, he might have felt sorry for Qian Bolun. But now he was preoccupied with his own thoughts, so his reaction was unusually cold, and he only let out a single word, "Oh."
Two days after graduation, Yan Chiyu returned to Song City.
He sat in the airport waiting room and sent a WeChat message to Yan Yaru.
Just after sending a message saying "Ready to board," Yan Yaru called.
"What? You're finally coming back after being dumped by your girlfriend?"
Yan Chiyu didn't bother with that. His dark eyelashes drooped slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse, as if he hadn't slept for several days: "Fifth Uncle said on the phone that he has a tricky matter that he needs my help with."
There was a pause on the other end, followed by an extremely charming laugh: "Hehe, it is indeed a bit troublesome, but—I think with your abilities, Xiao Yu, it should be no problem. Then I wish you a pleasant trip."
As the airport announcement rang out, Yan Chiyu glanced at the screen displaying the boarding gate information, said goodbye, and hung up the phone.
On the plane, Yan Chiyu was using his tablet to view a document sent by his fifth uncle. It was just a few lines of text describing the events and the employer's information.
The last time I looked at a document like this—
Sitting next to me was a guy with a blank expression. He looked cute and cuddly, but his personality was colder than anyone else's.
Yan Chiyu's lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of helplessness.
It was really cold.
It's so heartless of them not to come back for so long.
Yan Chiyu put away his tablet and casually turned his head. Sitting next to him was a young man wearing a long robe and mandarin jacket.
Not many people dress like this nowadays, and given that the other person is good-looking, Yan Chiyu took a second look out of curiosity.
The dark green robe and mandarin jacket were exquisitely crafted, made of rare and precious fabric. Their smooth lines accentuated her excellent figure. With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, her face was refined and elegant, like the clouds drifting across the high sky.
The man noticed Yan Chiyu's scrutiny, turned around, and struck up a conversation with him as if they were old friends, "Judging from this gentleman's appearance, he is an exceptional person, surely born into a prominent family, a man of great wealth and honor—"
Um?
Or a competitor?
Every item of clothing worn by Yan Chiyu was a high-end designer custom-made piece, its extraordinary nature immediately apparent to anyone with discerning eyes. However, what truly shattered this perfect facade was his listless face, his vacant eyes, and the dark circles beneath them.
"Thank you. Judging from this gentleman's appearance, he must also come from a distinguished family and possess some extraordinary skills. His experiences from childhood to adulthood could be told as if they were novel stories." The young man smiled slightly and replied.
The two passengers in the back row exchanged a glance and their lips twitched.
Good heavens! They look respectable, but they're actually two charlatans who flatter and promote each other in a business setting...?
The young man was slightly startled upon hearing this. He glanced calmly at the smiling boy beside him, who appeared to be a few years younger than him, yet his words were clearly true and had struck a chord with him.
"My name is Ming Yixiu. Young friend, how about we become friends?"
The young man raised his eyes slightly and said, "Hello, my name is Yan Chiyu."
"Yan Chiyu?!"
Ming Yixiu gasped in surprise, covering her mouth like a young girl.
Yan Chiyu felt a chill run down his spine. He shouldn't have looked at her that one more time.
The man leaned closer, his eyes wide with curiosity as he sized up Yan Chiyu. "You're the legend of the Yan family? The one who crushed other young feng shui masters among the three great families... Yan Chiyu?"
Yan Chiyu paused for a moment: "No, I'm not."
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