Yan Ce was pressed on the sofa by Yan Muhuai like an angry little lion, gasping for breath.
But he still listened to Yan Muhuai's words. When he heard that Yan Xunyi was only there for a stick of incense and then left, he suppressed his anger and pretended not to see it.
He was unwilling to help, so Yan Muhuai went over and got three incense sticks for Yan Xunyi himself.
Yan Xunyi was stunned by Yan Ce's punch. He didn't expect the hot-tempered boy to attack suddenly. Seeing the fist getting closer and closer, he forgot to react. He thought he was going to be punched, but he didn't expect that at the critical moment, the frail Yan Muhuai actually caught Yan Ce's fist steadily.
"What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up. If I'm wrong, they don't want to see you at all. It will be troublesome if they jump out and bite you." Yan Muhuai urged him when he saw that he didn't understand.
Yan Xunyi was so frightened that his hand trembled, and the incense ash fell on the back of his hand, causing his facial features to twist in pain.
"It seems this is your parents' punishment for your unfilial behavior." Yan Muhuai said, looking at the incense ash.
Yan Xunyi felt that he was talking nonsense, so he quickly held the incense and bowed three times to the two black and white photos.
After lighting the incense, he carefully looked at the two portraits and asked Yan Muhuai, "Can I take a picture with my phone?"
"No, get out!" Yan Ce yelled from the sofa.
Yan Muhuai has been in the capital for three years, which means that Yan Xunyi knew three years ago that he was not from the Yan family in the capital. Such a long time is enough for Yan Xunyi to come here countless times, but he has never come once. Now that the deceased is gone, why is he pretending to be a filial son?
"I'm sorry, speaking of blood relationship, Yan Ce has the final say in this matter." Seeing that Yan Xunyi still wanted to ask him for help, Yan Muhuai directly refused.
Yan Xunyi failed to take any photos and could only leave with regret. When he reached the door, he turned back and said to the two people in the room, "Whether you believe it or not, I didn't know they were going to the capital. From the beginning, I didn't want to have anything to do with the people here."
But he only found out today that his biological parents probably died because of him.
He had already arrived at the airport, but after much deliberation, he decided not to board the plane and came here alone in a taxi.
"That's great. Anyway, there are only me and my brother left in the Yan family now, and we will never have anything to do with you!" After Yan Ce shouted, he stepped forward and closed the door, otherwise he was afraid that he would not be able to resist the urge to hit Yan Xunyi's face again.
Yan Xunyi stood outside the door for a while before leaving silently. His flight was changed to tomorrow morning, but he did not return to the hotel. Instead, he went directly to the airport and sat there all night.
When the plane landed in Beijing, it was almost noon. Yan Xunyi put on sunglasses, easily avoided the reporters at the airport, and then took a taxi home.
He had been the young master of the Yan family for more than 20 years, and he had taken a taxi only a few times. He didn't expect that he had taken a taxi twice in a row from last night to this morning.
When he got home, the housekeeper Lao Zhuang came to greet him, "Master, the master is waiting for you in the study, come up quickly!"
Yan Xunyi had just got off the plane and didn't have time to catch his breath, but Yan Fenglie summoned him. Not to mention that he had just got off the plane, even if he had just come down from a mountain of swords, he would have to go and see him immediately.
He dragged his exhausted body into Yan Fenglie's study on the second floor.
Yan Fenglie was sitting behind the desk. He raised his head slightly when he heard the noise. Yan Muhuai's eyebrows were very similar to his. His eyes were as sharp as the wind. He glanced at Yan Xunyi lightly. The powerful momentum was like a mountain pressing down, making it hard to breathe.
"Father." Yan Xunyi walked to the desk and called respectfully.
Yan Fenglie didn't respond. He stood up and walked to Yan Xunyi, then raised his hand and slapped him in the face.
The slap was very powerful, and Yan Xunyi had not slept all night, so his body was soft and weak, and he was slapped to the ground.
Yan Xunyi was about to get up when Yan Fenglie threw another document in his face.
With trembling hands, he took the document away from his face and saw that it was a termination agreement.
What Ming Fei said was true, Jiuzhou Entertainment terminated his contract!
"Yan Xunyi, don't make me think that I gave up my own son and left behind a waste." Yan Fenglie looked down at Yan Xunyi.
Yan Xunyi quickly got up and knelt on the ground to admit his mistake, "Father, I'm sorry. It won't happen again!"
"You only have one chance. You have to deal with the online issues yourself. The Yan family won't clean up your mess. Get out!" Yan Fenglie's tone was like he was driving a dog.
Yan Xunyi staggered out of the study with the termination contract in hand.
His right cheek was swollen, he had some tinnitus, and he was dizzy and dazed. As soon as he walked out of the study, his vision went dark and he almost fainted. Fortunately, Lao Zhuang was by his side and reached out to help him.
"Young Master, are you okay? You probably haven't had breakfast yet. Come downstairs quickly, eat something and have some rest." Lao Zhuang supported Yan Xunyi and was about to go downstairs.
When I reached the stairs, an elegant and gentle voice came from the third floor, "Xun Yi is back? Come upstairs and talk to mom."
The woman was standing at the stairs on the third floor, wearing a tailor-made cheongsam, with her hands clasped at her sides, looking extremely dignified.
But what was even more shocking was the woman's appearance. It was even more beautiful than Yan Muhuai's face, and she looked unnaturally young. She was in her forties, but looked like a girl in her twenties.
Yan Xunyi was in a very bad condition, but he could not and dared not refuse Xia Li's request.
He waved away the butler's hand and walked up to the third floor step by step with difficulty.
Xia Li went to sit in the living room on the third floor, waiting for Yan Xunyi to slowly come upstairs. After he sat down, she spoke: "Did you feel wronged when you went to Huaicheng to record the show?"
Yan Xunyi shook his head, "No, I messed up what my father arranged."
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