Chapter 33
Yan Yuheng was awakened by a ringing cell phone. Half asleep, he heard Mo Yousen's phone ringing, so he answered the call for him.
He tiptoed out of the room with the phone in his hand, closed the door and answered the call.
"Hello?" Yan Yuheng was in a bad mood after being woken up early in the morning, and growled impatiently at the person on the other end of the phone.
"Ah? Hello. We're from Kunlun Trust. Is this Mr. Mo Yousen?"
Yan Yuheng had a rough idea in his mind, and walked a little further to the kitchen before he dared to speak, "Yes."
"Finally, there's news. We've been looking for you for years, and we'll contact you as soon as we know your identity. We're contacting you regarding the inheritance of Ms. Tang Miao and Mr. Tang Tianlin. We need to confirm and sign some contract terms and conditions, and there are also some other things..."
Yan Yuheng felt breathless as he listened, his throat choked, unable to speak. He waited until the person on the other end of the line fell silent before suppressing his trembling voice, "At 10 a.m., Hang Lung Group headquarters will come to see me. I'll text you my secretary's contact information. When you arrive, message him and he'll come to pick you up."
"Okay, okay. I'll come find you with the contract. You're busy now. Bye."
After Yan Yuheng hung up the phone, he slowly slid down to the floor, leaning against the wall. He held his head and hit his knees with it again and again. Not knowing whether he had figured it out or let it go, he got up from the ground, dusted off the dust on his pants, and went back to the room.
Yan Yuheng first pulled Mo Yousen out of bed. Mo Yousen was still half asleep, his brow furrowed in displeasure. Yan Yuheng half-pushed and half-dragged him into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. He then changed him into his own casual clothes, walked around him, sprayed him with perfume, and respectfully ushered him out.
Yan Yuheng had originally thought he'd wear formal attire since he was meeting a client today, but Mo Yousen hadn't taken good care of himself over the years, and his shirts looked like those worn by opera singers. He had no choice but to find him a thin sweater and windbreaker. It didn't matter if the casual clothes looked too big; it was fashionable.
After dressing up, Mo Yousen and Yan Yuheng quickly washed up and changed into a three-piece suit. The formal suit fit him very well, and he looked sexy and abstinent wrapped in the suit.
The driver, Xiao Liu, had been waiting in the underground garage for a long time. When he saw the two men get out, he opened the car door in advance and waited by the car. Mo Yousen was still in a daze and was led into the car by Yan Yuheng.
When they reached the bottom of the company building, Yan Yuheng took a deep breath, stepped out of the car, and stood still. Mo Yousen also helped Yan Yuheng out of the car from behind, holding his arm. They only touched briefly before letting go. The two of them kept a distance, not too far, not too close, with enough space for another person in between, and walked into the dedicated elevator to the top floor.
With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened. Everyone pricked up their ears and looked to see what kind of person would come out of the elevator. He dared to skip such an important meeting yesterday without even saying hello. He was such a playboy. How could such a person manage a company well?
The people in the elevator walked with a swift pace, passing through the glass doors in just a few steps. Yan Yuheng's face was hard and expressionless. He raised his eyes and glanced at those who were peeking at him, with a hint of scrutiny. The few people who had been whispering to each other were frightened by this look and unconsciously held their breath.
Mo Yousen followed Yan Yuheng with an unhappy look on his face. Xiao Liu hunched his back slightly and invited him into Yan Yuheng's office. Yan Yuheng walked into the conference room on his own and nodded slightly to the people in the conference room as a greeting.
As soon as the two left, the top floor instantly became lively, even more lively than a vegetable market. Everyone took out their phones and gossiped anonymously in the internal group.
[The chairman's son is so handsome! If I had known he was so handsome, I wouldn't have scolded him yesterday!]
[Yeah, yeah! But he looks so fierce, kind of scary.]
[He has a sullen face, as if someone owes him something. Being handsome can’t make a living! ]
[Another playboy who dreams of inheriting the family business. Will the company go bankrupt under his leadership?]
I heard from senior management that the chairman's son was originally starting a business abroad, but was forced by the chairman to return to China to inherit the family business.
If he's really that powerful, what will happen to his overseas companies? That's hilarious.
[Don't you guys pay attention to foreign financial weekly news or anything like that? He's Yan Yuheng, the founder of Forest. I heard the other founder, Wen Xian, was also in Ningcheng these past couple of days. They came back together.]
【! ! ! ! ! ! forest? ? ? 】
[Wow! What a tech giant! Old Yan is so lucky! His son is so amazing.]
[…Did no one notice the boy who entered Mr. Yan's office?]
"Ahhhh! I saw it! He's so cute! I followed him into the office with a huff! So cute!"
Yan Yuheng sat at the conference table, unaware of the chaos outside. He flicked through the documents on the table with his fingertips, tweaked his diamond cufflinks, and said to his assistant with a smile, "Let's start the meeting."
The meeting lasted a full hour. He started by complimenting everyone, saying he was new and uninformed. Then he discussed the company's future prospects, and he also subtly pressured and offered some advice. Expressing apologies for yesterday's mistakes was important, but even more important was making these seasoned veterans see the current situation clearly and decide who to follow and listen to. He applied pressure first, then offered sweeteners, using sugar-coated bullets and rosy promises to coax them into submission.
Mo Yousen and the others were bored in the office. They played a little game of Connect the Dots on Yan Yuheng's computer. After half an hour, seeing no movement in the conference room, they switched to Dou Dizhu (Fight the Landlord). Regardless of who was the landlord and who was on the team, if he got upset and couldn't make a hand, he'd just throw a bomb. After throwing bombs and running out of cards, he'd just give up. After Mo Yousen had been pelted with countless rotten eggs and tomatoes, Yan Yuheng finally emerged from the conference room.
Yan Yuheng sat opposite Mo Yousen with a flattering look on his face, holding his chin with both hands, looking at Mo Yousen like a pervert.
"Xiao Sen, can you come with me to meet a client later? Are you hungry since you didn't eat breakfast? I'll have someone bring you something to eat."
Mo Yousen shook his head. "I don't really feel like eating. I have no appetite. Can I meet your client too?"
Yan Yuheng scratched his head, his eyes wandering, "He's not my client, he's your guest."
The secretary just happened to bring someone over at this time. He raised his hand and knocked on the door. He wanted to knock again when he didn't get a response, but Yan Yuheng came to open the door himself.
The secretary was immediately flustered. "Ah, General Manager. Why did you open the door yourself? Next time, just give me the order."
Yan Yuheng waved his hand and let the people sent by the trust agency into the office.
"Are you Mr. Yan Yuheng?" The people from the trust agency looked at Yan Yuheng as if they saw the dawn.
Yan Yuheng was puzzled. "Yes, what's wrong?"
"Great! It's even more convenient with you here! Part of Ms. Tang Miao's inheritance is for you. You were abroad before and we couldn't contact you, but now you're back."
Yan Yuheng's face changed instantly, and he immediately turned to look at Mo Yousen. As expected, Mo Yousen was stunned when he heard Tang Miao's name. His hands kept shaking and his eyes stared blankly at the keyboard in front of him.
Yan Yuheng closed the door and said, "Come in and talk first." Then he walked towards Mo Yousen, brought him to the sofa and put him on his lap. His big hand kept stroking Mo Yousen's back, and the other hand wrapped around his slender waist and pressed him against his chest.
The people from the trust were shocked by this scene and felt ashamed. They felt as if they were struck by lightning and were nailed to the spot.
"Please sit down." Yan Yuheng raised his chin and motioned him to sit opposite him.
"Huh? Oh, okay, okay, thank you."
The whole process lasted two hours. Mo Yousen signed the contracts resignedly. Yan Yuheng stayed with him throughout the whole process, fearing that there would be something wrong with Mo Yousen.
After the trustee left, Mo Yousen regained consciousness and looked at Yan Yuheng with a sharp gaze, "Yan Yuheng, you are all I have left."
Yan Yuheng's heart suddenly ached, and he hugged Mo Yousen distressedly, "How could it be? There's also Zhang Qianyi, and Zhang Qianyi's idiot boyfriend is here too. We will all be with you, but I want to be with you for the rest of my life, and those two won't allow it."
Mo Yousen was amused by Yan Yuheng's words and stretched out his arms to hug Yan Yuheng tightly.
Yan Yuheng was shocked by this sudden turn of events. This was the first time in six years that he had taken the initiative to get close to her. Yan Yuheng shed a line of tears and hugged him tightly.
He didn't care anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. As long as Mo Yousen was always by his side, it was enough. He couldn't describe how excited he was right now. If he had to make a comparison, even if Zhang Qianyi's idiot boyfriend argued with him for ten minutes, he would still be able to smile and not say a single harsh word.
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