Chapter 64 Lin Yiyao Returns to China Ahead of Schedule
A lingering gloom hung over the Su family villa.
Since the scandal involving Nebula that night and the ten million ransom, the Su family has been severely weakened.
Su Shiwan stayed at home all day, and her former arrogant demeanor had largely subsided.
Wen Wanwan's arrival was like an untimely spring breeze.
"Wanwan, it's rare for you to come see me."
Su Shiwan forced a smile.
Wen Wanwan took a sip of black tea.
"Sister, are you feeling better? You still look a little pale."
"That's fine then."
Su Shiwan avoided eye contact, unwilling to elaborate.
Wen Wanwan put down her cup and sighed softly, seemingly unintentionally.
"Speaking of which, Beijing has been quite lively lately."
"Qingyan's 'Breaking the Cocoon' art exhibition was really grand in scale."
Su Shiwan showed little interest.
"Oh? That's how the Yan family's projects have always been, isn't it?"
"yes."
Wen Wanwan changed the subject.
"Especially this time, a new brand called SoftVoice has joined forces with Hong Kong Island Tian Gong Fang and Master Chen Yansheng to create the 'Canghai Yueming Gaozhu' series, which is exclusively displayed by Qingyan and promoted as the first co-branded art derivative product. It's really gaining momentum."
“SoftVoice?” Su Shiwan frowned.
"yes."
Wen Wanwan's smile deepened.
"It's that small workshop that Su Ruan runs."
"I heard that the start-up capital was the ten million yuan that was taken from the Su family."
"Bang!"
Su Shiwan slammed the teacup in her hand onto the coffee table, splashing scalding tea that stained the expensive carpet.
"It was her?! That bitch! She actually took my money..."
"Sister Shiwan!"
Wen Wanwan spoke, her voice carrying a hint of reassurance.
"Don't get so angry that you ruin your health."
At this moment, Zhang Ma, the nanny of the Su family, carefully walked over with a plate of freshly cut fruit.
She silently placed the fruit plate on the coffee table and deftly cleaned up the spilled tea stains.
Wen Wanwan and Su Shiwan didn't take Zhang Ma seriously and continued chatting.
"She's something else now."
She leaned forward, her voice low.
"She hooked up with Yan Tingnan, and Qingyan personally paved the way for her."
"The 'Breaking the Cocoon' exhibition was the platform she built, allowing her to climb up."
"Once the exhibition opens, SoftVoice's value will skyrocket, and she, Su Ruan, will truly become someone important."
"At that time, she will probably look down on the Su family even less."
"She dares!"
Su Shiwan's eyes burned with hatred.
"Yan Tingnan? What makes her think she can?!"
Whether he is worthy or not is up to Mr. Yan to decide.
Wen Wanwan gently stirred the teaspoon in her cup.
"However, Yan Tingnan is a man of deep thoughts. He may seem to care about Su Ruan, but he may not really take her seriously."
“I heard from Yunye that for this ‘Breaking the Cocoon’ exhibition, Yan Tingnan brought out his mother Jiang Ya’s painting ‘Spring Passing’ as a special exhibit.”
“His birth mother’s paintings are his heart and soul, and he cherishes them more than anything else.”
She paused, watching the changing expression in Su Shiwan's eyes, and slowly added a sentence.
"What if something unexpected happened to this painting right under her nose before the exhibition even started..."
"For example, you might accidentally get a stain that can't be washed off, or someone might accidentally cut you."
Wen Wanwan didn't say anything more, but simply picked up her teacup and gently blew on it.
"Then who will Yan Tingnan's anger be directed at?"
"Will this 'Breaking the Cocoon' exhibition be able to proceed smoothly?"
To kill someone with a borrowed knife, that knife needs to be sharpened even more.
"Sister Shiwan, I was just saying it casually, please don't take it seriously."
Her smile was gentle and harmless.
"The 'Breaking the Cocoon' exhibition is heavily guarded; how could an accident possibly happen?"
After Wen Wanwan finished speaking, Zhang Ma tidied up the mess on the table and carpet, got up and left.
...
Beijing Airport Terminal 3, VIP Exit.
With the air conditioning blasting, Su Ruan leaned against a pillar at the arrival gate, waiting for Yan Tingnan's flight.
Ten minutes left.
My phone vibrated; it was Zhang Ma, the nanny from the Su family.
Su Ruan raised an eyebrow and walked to a relatively quiet corner to answer the call.
"Second Miss!"
Zhang Ma's deliberately lowered, urgent voice pierced my ears, filled with lingering fear.
“Miss Wanwan came to see the eldest young lady today and talked to her for a long time. I heard her.”
Su Ruan simply held the phone closer to her ear.
"Get to the point."
"They mentioned paintings, paintings by Mr. Yan's mother, saying something about the passing of spring."
"They said they'd cause an accident before the exhibition opens, and pin it on you."
Zhang Ma spoke quickly and urgently.
"I pretended to clean up the tea stains, and I heard it all clearly!"
"knew."
Su Ruan's voice was calm and even.
"Thanks, Aunt Zhang."
"Don't worry about the money. I will transfer the 100,000 yuan to your son's bank account today."
The person on the other end of the phone visibly breathed a sigh of relief, their voice filled with gratitude and excitement.
"Oh, thank you, Miss!"
"Don't worry, I..."
"Okay, I'm hanging up."
Su Ruan abruptly ended the call.
Zhang Ma was a thorn in the side, a time bomb she planted herself before leaving the Su family.
This is exactly the kind of underhanded drama we're guarding against today.
At the time, a deposit of 50,000 yuan was made before the bidding, with the terms clearly stated.
Key news, worth 100,000.
When Su Ruan gets things done, she makes sure to pay the full amount.
People at the bottom of society have a hard time making a living, and she has always believed in equal exchange, so she has always been generous with her money.
Can information gaps be bridged with money, and potential crises be suppressed? Are we just going to be stingy and wait to fall to our deaths?
See, once the money is thrown in, the sound is heard, isn't it?
Wen Wanwan finally couldn't hold back any longer and decided to use someone else to do her dirty work.
Using people as pawns is very much in line with her usual style.
Since Su Shiwan wants to get involved, then let's play along.
At this point, the exit lane lights up with an arrival indicator.
Su Ruan composed herself and turned her gaze to the surging crowd.
Soon, that tall and aloof figure came into view.
White shirt, dark gray trousers, gold-rimmed glasses, composed gait, and an imposing presence.
Su Ruan's lips had just curled up when her gaze stopped half a step to his side.
A girl in a beige dress followed closely behind him.
She has an innocent and pure appearance, with clear eyes and brows like a spring stream.
It's the kind of purity that's carefully kept in a glass case.
Lin Yiyao.
The name flashed through Su Ruan's mind.
The future granddaughter-in-law handpicked by Grandpa Yan, the delicate flower of the Lin family, protected like a greenhouse.
Yan Tingnan also saw her, and without stopping, walked straight up to her.
"Have you been waiting long?"
His cold gaze softened, and his voice became magnetic and gentle.
Not long after.
"President Yan, you must be tired from your journey."
Su Ruan's gaze naturally shifted to the girl beside him.
Who is this?
"Lin Yiyao".
Yan Tingnan's introduction was concise and to the point.
"Chairman Lin's daughter."
"The flight was temporarily rescheduled, and the passengers arrived on the same flight."
He turned to Lin Yiyao, his voice calm and even.
"This is Su Ruan, the project manager of the Qingyan Art Foundation and the core executive of the Breaking the Cocoon Exhibition."
Lin Yiyao immediately gave a polite yet awkward smile, her voice soft and gentle.
Hello, Miss Su!
"Hello, Miss Lin."
Su Ruan nodded, her smile appropriate.
His gaze swept over Yan Tingnan's face.
Oh wow, the old man has arranged everything perfectly, even the flights are all bundled together.
The three walked towards the parking lot, the atmosphere subtly quiet.
Yan Tingnan's driver was already waiting and respectfully opened the back door.
Yan Tingnan directly instructed the driver, "Take Miss Lin home."
He then turned to Lin Yiyao, his tone distant.
"Yiyao, you go back first."
"I have official business to discuss with Assistant Su, so I'll ride in her car."
Lin Yiyao blinked, a little surprised that Yan Tingnan wasn't riding in the same car as her, but quickly nodded obediently.
"Okay, I'll listen to you, Brother Nan, don't work too hard!"
She didn't ask any more questions, obediently got into the back seat, and waved to them through the car window.
The black sedan drove away smoothly.
Only the two of them remained in a corner of the parking lot.
Yan Tingnan turned to the side and asked her.
Where's the car?
Su Ruan took out her keys and pointed to her car not far away.
As soon as I opened the driver's side door, my wrist was suddenly grabbed!
Without a word, Yan Tingnan pushed her into the driver's seat, his tall frame squeezing in.
Bang!
Yan Tingnan slammed the car door shut with his backhand.
The small space was instantly filled with his presence.
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