Zhu Haoming seemed to have expected this response, and nodded with a smile, saying, "Okay, thank you! Is it alright if I sit over there and wait?"
The experiences of the past few years have worn away all of Zhu Haoming's rough edges.
He had been arrogant and domineering in the past, especially in front of Zhu Qianying and her daughter.
It wasn't until Zhu Junwei returned to Mingxuan that he slowly realized that, in fact, his status in the Zhu family was no different from that of Zhu Qianying and her two daughters.
"Young Master Yan!"
Upon finally seeing Yan Shao emerge from the elevator, Zhu Haoming immediately stood up to greet him.
Yan Shao glanced at him, merely nodded slightly, and didn't even offer a greeting.
According to seniority, he should actually call Zhu Haoming "brother".
In his eyes, those people from the Zhu family had absolutely no connection with Zhu Qianying.
"Young Master Yan, could I trouble you for just a little while we talk?"
This time, Young Master Yan did speak up, but his refusal was ruthless: "No time!"
"Young Master Yan..."
Zhu Haoming wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by the two black-clad bodyguards following behind Yan Shao. He could only watch helplessly as Yan Shao walked out of the Yanhuang gate.
"Xiao Lu, I've always found it strange that Young Master Yan has suddenly started targeting us?"
Although the Mingxuan Group's hotels in L City are still under seizure and Zhu Junwei is still in the intensive care unit and has not yet been out of danger, Zhu Haoming thinks that if those rumors are true and they were done by Young Master Yan, it is probably because Zhu Junwei used some underhanded means to offend Young Master Yan.
As for him, he believed that he had never had any disagreements with Zhu Qianying since she started a relationship with Yan Shao five years ago.
Why would Young Master Yan suddenly target him for no reason?
"Clang!"
The sound of a cup hitting the ground reached Zhu Haoming's head. He looked up and saw Fang Caiping standing not far away, with a broken cup and spilled tea at her feet.
"Mom, are you alright?" Zhu Haoming quickly got up and went over to her.
"I...I'm fine..." Fang Caiping lowered her head, not daring to look at her son.
"Mom, Xiao Lu is fine, you don't need to worry."
Zhu Haoming assumed his mother was still worried about Song Lu, so he offered words of comfort.
Fang Caiping said "oh" and turned to leave in a hurry.
A few minutes later, she brought over a tray with a pot of tea and two cups on it.
"Haoming, what did you mean by 'Young Master Yan' just now?"
Fang Caiping still felt a chill run down her spine when she thought about what happened in the supermarket yesterday.
Zhu Haoming glanced at her silently, thought for a moment, and finally gave a brief account of the matter.
Since Young Master Yan can target the Song family, he might soon lose that training institution as well.
Fang Caiping's expression changed drastically, and she sat there without uttering a sound for a long time.
"Mom, I'm telling you this so you can be mentally prepared. It seems Young Master Yan is going to target the Zhu family, and the training institution..."
Zhu Haoming knew he had frightened his mother, but he had to prepare her in advance. Of course, he also hoped he could find a way to resolve the matter, but at present, the hope seemed a bit slim.
"Haoming..." Fang Caiping hesitated for a long time before finally making up her mind. She pulled her son onto the terrace and recounted everything that had happened in the supermarket yesterday from beginning to end.
Now, it was Zhu Haoming's turn to have a drastic change in expression.
"Mom, you said you called his son a bastard in front of Young Master Yan?"
Fang Caiping nodded with difficulty, "Haoming, how would I know..."
If Zhu Haoming had previously felt that the hope was slim, he still held onto a sliver of hope.
But now, he feels that there is no chance of turning things around.
...
Yan Shao returned to the Yan family home at just past eleven o'clock. He had the driver take the car directly to the front door. As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Zizai standing straight in the hallway by the door, one hand on his hip, pointing and talking about something with his little face upturned.
Yan Shao found it amusing. This little thing was only four years old, but standing there, it looked quite imposing and dignified.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the little creature was instructing the servants on how to hang lanterns.
"Uncle, move a little to the left, yes, yes..."
Yan Shao found it increasingly amusing. When did he hire such a small housekeeper for his own home?
"Zizai, are you helping Grandpa Hai with chores?"
Unexpectedly, Yan Shao walked up behind the little guy and picked him up in his arms.
"No, that's not it..." The young master surprisingly didn't struggle. After saying that, he turned to look at him and then put his chubby little hand under Yan Shao's eyelids.
"Where's the red envelope?"
Yan Shao pinched his nose, "Little money-grubber, just like your mommy!"
Like mother, like son. This money-grubbing nature is truly a direct inheritance from Zhu Qianying.
"Stop talking nonsense, do you have it or not?"
The little guy coolly extended his hand under his eyes again, as if he was preparing to immediately turn hostile if Young Master Yan said no.
"Yes, of course, it's a super big one. But this red envelope isn't free; give Daddy a kiss again, and I'll give it to you, how about that?"
Yan Shao discovered that although his son was still aloof towards him, he was at least willing to talk to him now, so he boldly started teasing his son.
It's foolish not to seek out benefits when they are available!
The little thing, however, was a spirited fellow. With a "whoosh," it pulled its hands behind its back, kicked Yan Shao a few times with its little legs, and twisted its little body, trying to struggle to get off the ground.
"Put me down!"
The little guy was speaking very seriously. Fearing that he might really anger this little tyrant, Young Master Yan quickly put him down. As soon as the little guy was on the ground, he put his hands on his hips and poked Young Master Yan's face with his fingers.
"You don't keep your word, I despise you!"
Young Master Yan chuckled to himself!
"My little darling, how have I gone back on my word?"
"Yes, it is!" The little tyrant straightened his back, adopting the stern air of someone judging a criminal. "Weren't you the one who said this morning that you'd give me a red envelope if I kissed you?"
Suppressing the urge to laugh, Yan Shao nodded tactfully, "That's right, it's me!"
"Did you give him the red envelope?" the little ancestor asked, staring at him intently.
"Daddy didn't say he wouldn't give it to me, he just said he'd give it to me if I kissed him one more time!" Young Master Yan was also in a playful mood, wanting to see how his son would punish him.
The young master raised his chin and said, "See? He's obviously an old liar who only knows how to fool me!"
Then, he glanced at Young Master Yan with utter disdain and turned to leave.
Young Master Yan, who was called an old swindler, almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
All she wanted was a kiss, and now she's a con artist? Shouldn't all those who cheat people out of money and sex be condemned to the deepest hell and never be able to rise again?
"My little darling, Daddy isn't an old liar!" Young Master Yan was practically ready to raise his hand and swear.
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