"Ah! The hearts of parents are so compassionate everywhere!"

Fatty sighed as he spoke, then hung up the phone and tossed it to the Second Generation of the Black, whose expression was uncertain:

"Get lost! Don't let me see you again, or I'm really going to break your legs."

After saying that, Fatty returned to the bar counter, intending for someone to casually give him a drink. But he suddenly saw the bottle in Yang Yan's hand, gritted his teeth, and ordered an even better one.

Seeing that Fatty wasn't going to pursue the matter, the group of hooligans felt as if they'd received a pardon and hurriedly ran outside.

As if staying even a moment longer would result in being devoured by the bar's beasts.

However, there was one person who didn't run.

It was the Second Generation of the Black holding the phone, stunned.

The others standing far away perhaps didn't hear, but he did hear it.

It was his first time hearing his father speak to someone like that.

What was going on?

Even his dad caved in!

He thought about it but couldn't make sense of it, so he decided to leave first.

"What? You let them go just like that? I was ready to watch some drama as I drank!"

Yang Yan lifted the bottle in his hand and laughed as he asked.

"There's no way, as the saying goes, 'One doesn't hit a smiling face.' They're all big shots in the underworld, and they start off by apologizing; it's hard for me to do anything!"

Fatty shrugged helplessly and said with a bitter smile.

"So what about your place? Quite a few things were smashed."

Yang Yan asked with a smile.

"No worries, just some cleanup will do. As for the smashed things, they're just tables and chairs, nothing worth much."

Fatty said casually.

"Ha ha! Since that's the case, that's it then. I'll head back; tomorrow I'll check out the auction."

Yang Yan finished speaking, grabbed Fatty's treasure, and turned to go upstairs to call Zhou Hanyu and the others.

He knew Fatty had this temperament: respond to softness, not hardness.

If you reason and give face, Fatty is actually quite easy to talk to.

Yang Yan went upstairs, called Zhou Hanyu and Cai'Er, and then returned to the apartment together.

It's worth mentioning that this time Ruyi was added.

This wasn't Yang Yan's request, nor was it Ruyi's own idea, but Zhou Hanyu strongly insisted.

Miss Zhou Er said Ruyi was pitiful by herself in the bar, and the bar wasn't suitable for a child's growth, so she brought Ruyi back to the apartment.

Upon returning to the apartment, Zhou Hanyu briefly explained the situation with Ruyi to Zhou Hanyun.

Zhou Hanyun did not object.

After all, the apartment is spacious, and adding one person was no issue.

"Are you going to the auction tomorrow?"

Yang Yan asked Zhou Hanyun.

"Hmm?"

Zhou Hanyun glanced at Yang Yan in confusion. How did he know there was an auction tomorrow?

But she soon relaxed.

Given Yang Yan's mysterious background, knowing about this isn't surprising.

"Not really interested in going. I've seen the list; there's nothing I want to buy. Plus, I'll be busy with opening affairs in the next few days."

Zhou Hanyun said with a smile.

"Not going? Then give me your invitation letter! I'd like to go tomorrow; there's some stuff I'm quite interested in."

Yang Yan said.

"Alright! I'll have someone deliver it to you tomorrow; how many do you need?"

Zhou Hanyun asked.

"Two should be enough! Wait, there are many invitations?"

Yang Yan was a bit puzzled.

Judging from Zhou Hanyun's tone, there seemed to be plenty of invitations.

"Yes! This auction is held annually in East Sea City, nothing special. Anyone with money can go. Even if you pay a certain amount, anyone can get an invitation."

Zhou Hanyun said with a smile.

"That simple, huh! I thought a certain status was required."

Yang Yan said wryly.

If he'd known earlier, he would have handled it himself.

Apparently, Xiaocao hadn't gathered clear information!

"It's hosted by the Xu Family of East Sea, and the purpose is simple: purely for money. Although the items are decent, they're just luxury goods or antiques. I'm not very interested in them."

Zhou Hanyun said indifferently.

"Okay then! I'll have a look tomorrow; you should rest early!"

After saying that, Yang Yan returned to his room.

The next morning, when Yang Yan got up, Zhou Hanyun had already left for the company.

And knowing Yang Yan had plans today, Zhou Hanyu didn't disturb him and drove herself to school.

This surprised Yang Yan quite a bit.

"Didn't expect this girl to be so considerate!"

Yang Yan sat at the dining table, eating breakfast, feeling somewhat reflective.

Ding dong!

Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell was abrupt.

Yang Yan stuffed a dough stick into his mouth, grabbed a napkin to wipe his hands, and then went to open the door.

It was Zhou Yun, Zhou Hanyun's secretary.

She was here to deliver the invitation letter to Yang Yan.

After handing it over to Yang Yan, she turned and left.

Recently, she and Zhou Hanyun have been busy preparing for the jewelry store's opening, both not touching the ground.

Yang Yan glanced at the invitation letter; the craftsmanship was quite exquisite, only mentioning a corporation, without specifying a person's name.

Looks like it really is as Zhou Hanyun said, just a money-making scheme.

Yang Yan thought about it, took the invitation lette, and headed out.

The auction is in the evening, and now Yang Yan is out to find Wuyan.

Having been back for days without seeing Wuyan, Yang Yan felt unsettled.

The reason he requested an extra invitation was simply to take Wuyan along, to make her happy.

On the road, Yang Yan gave Wuyan a call.

Once he knew where she was, he went over directly.

Wuyan's mom had been discharged, and Wuyan stayed by her side.

Her home was in the old town; the environment there wasn't great.

But Wuyan didn't want to take her mom to the Prosperous Court.

Yang Yan found a fruit store and bought some rather expensive fruits, took a taxi, and headed straight to the old town.

The roads in the old town weren't easy, undergoing constant renovations.

The roads here are old, and with heavy trucks rolling over them, they've become riddled with potholes.

If Yang Yan hadn't paid a high price, this driver probably wouldn't have come.

After a bumpy thirty minutes, Yang Yan finally arrived at Wuyan's place.

"Does this count as the son-in-law visiting the mother-in-law?"

Yang Yan glanced at the fruits in his hand and muttered.

He came to Wuyan's door and gently knocked.

With a soft creak, the door opened.

Yang Yan saw Wuyan in her home clothes and couldn't help but gulp.

Today, she was wearing jeans paired with a white turtleneck, form-fitting wool sweater, perfectly highlighting her curves.

So alluring!

Yang Yan secretly exclaimed.

"What's wrong? Come in."

Wuyan looked skeptically at Yang Yan, who was in a daze, and let him in with a smile.

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