Before Yi Mu could even try the ring on his hand, Yan Shengzhou snatched it away, put his arm around his nephew's shoulder, and led him aside to question him.
"What exactly do you mean, kid?"
Yan Meng feigned ignorance: "What did Second Uncle say?"
Yan Shengzhou's eyes were cold. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. He's not someone you can covet. The old man has chosen a good wife for you. Be a good girl and don't make your second uncle angry."
Yan Shengzhou snapped the valuable ring in half with his bare hands, and a small tracking device popped out of the ring, exposed to the two of them.
Yan Meng showed no panic on his face, but a wicked smile appeared on his face, which bore a striking resemblance to Yan Shengzhou.
"Second Uncle, you and First Uncle will grow old one day. When that time comes, I will definitely take good care of Mumu."
Yan Shengzhou, his face grim, was pondering where to begin to give Yan Mengzhao a good beating.
At this moment, Yan Shengchao walked over. He was wearing a camel-colored cashmere coat, a very gentle color, but his expression was not so kind.
He noticed his nephew's strange behavior before Yan Shengzhou did.
When Yan Meng was in her second year of high school, she secretly masturbated while watching an advertisement featuring Yi Mu.
After being discovered by Yan Shengchao, she didn't panic at all, but instead showed a bold smile like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, "Mumu is so beautiful, Uncle, don't you think so?"
That time, Yan Shengchao broke three of Yan Meng's ribs, leaving him in the hospital for six months.
Yi Mu had already boarded the plane when Yan Shengchao slapped Yan Meng hard across the face, causing his cheek to swell up at a visible speed.
"I told you not to call him Mu Mu, why don't you ever learn your lesson?"
After paying a heavy price, he became even more courageous and truly believed that no one could control him.
Yan Meng spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at his two elders with the rebellious look typical of young people.
"I like him, and I won't give up even if you beat me to death."
Yan Shengzhou grabbed him by the collar, his eyes filled with bloodlust. "Wouldn't it be easier if I just killed you directly?"
Yan Meng didn't care. He had gone mad long ago when he realized he couldn't tear his gaze away from Yi Mu.
He stole Yi Mu's clothes and hid them under his blanket. Every night, he would frantically thrust his hips, treating the clothes as if they were Yi Mu.
He liked this man, but with Yan Shengchao and Yan Shengzhou around, he would never be able to have him in his lifetime.
The more unattainable something is, the more you want it.
Yan Meng was nurtured by Yan Shengchao and Yan Shengzhou; they practically raised him like a son.
But this son turned out to be a menace, and he came to bring trouble to the two of them.
Raising an heir is not easy, and Yan Shengchao does not want to destroy Yan Meng by his own hands unless absolutely necessary.
Yan Shengchao took out his phone and made a call with a blank expression: "Hold the wedding ahead of schedule and inform the Zhong family."
People got off the helicopter; they were disciples of the Xuanmen sect, responsible for protecting their safety.
Yan Meng has martial arts skills, but he can't compare to the disciples of the Xuanmen who have been practicing martial arts since childhood.
He was knocked unconscious, taken to a car, and driven away from the tarmac.
On the private jet, Emu, with a microphone in his ear, was already asleep in his seat.
Yan Meng is now a thorn in Yan Shengzhou's side, making him furious.
"How long will it take to train another successor?" He began searching for other outstanding children in his family.
Yan Shengchao covered Yi Mu's stomach with a blanket, dissuading him from his idea.
"He has the time, but not the energy. Don't worry, once we're married, that kid won't have any interest in Yi Mu anymore."
Yan Shengzhou raised an eyebrow, sensing the unusual tone in his voice. "What do you mean?"
Yan Shengchao revealed a malicious smile: "Do you know what nickname the fifth young lady of the Zhong family had when she joined the army?"
Yan Shengzhou waited for him to continue, and Yan Shengchao uttered three words: "Ghost-fearing."
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