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In the morning, after signing the contract and receiving the project payment, Yan Jien asked his department manager, Hu Pei'er, for leave.
"Manager Wu, I need to go back to my hometown tomorrow for at least three days," Yan Jien said.
Hu Pei'er, who was Yan Jien's nominal superior, had a strong personality and was not very friendly towards him.
"Three days? That's quite a long time," Hu Pei'er frowned. "You have so many tasks on hand; how can you be away for that long?"
"There are indeed matters at home," Yan Jien replied. "Manager Wu, please rest assured that it won't delay any work."
Hu Pei'er hesitated, wanting to say something but holding back.
Yan Jien was the company's top designer; although he didn't hold resources like a project manager, he was still an indispensable talent for the company. Moreover, Yan Jien had a heavy workload, and recently he hadn't taken on any clients and had been asking for leave frequently, which would certainly upset Hu Pei'er. However, since Yan Jien had family matters to attend to, she couldn't say much.
"Alright then," Hu Pei'er said with a cold expression. "Come back as soon as possible!"
"Okay," Yan Jien nodded.
Around one in the afternoon, Manager Fang from the gym came to the company to discuss plans. After they finished their discussion, it was already past two o'clock.
Yan Jien handed over his current tasks, greeted some clients, and after arranging everything, he left the company feeling light-hearted.
At that moment, Yan Weila had already packed her bags in advance, locked her door, and was sitting in Yan Jien's living room waiting for him.
Clearly, she was a bit impatient.
Yan Jien didn't have much to bring; mainly just some clothes for changing. So he packed his clothes, picked up Yan Weila's suitcase, and they set off together.
From Nanquan to Yan Jien's hometown, it would take about seven or eight hours if they didn't speed and needed to take breaks along the way.
Although Yan Jien didn't need a break now, he didn't want to drive too fast with Yan Weila in the car to avoid any accidents.
On the road, Yan Weila suddenly asked, "Do you want to stop by my house for a bit?"
"No thanks; it's quite late now and I don't want to disturb your family," Yan Jien replied. "I want to get home before midnight so I don't wake my parents up."
"Oh," Yan Weila responded softly and didn't say anything more.
Her invitation actually carried a hint of testing; it was essentially equivalent to asking Yan Jien to meet her parents.
If Yan Jien agreed, it would largely indicate that he was willing to accept himself; conversely, the opposite would also be true. Yan Jien understood Yan Weila's thoughts, and she should also understand his.
There was no conversation along the way. By the time Yan Jien returned to the entrance of his hometown village, it was already past eleven-thirty.
"Mom!" Yan Jien parked the car and called out as he stood at the door.
"Xiao Yan?" A surprised voice came from inside the house.
Soon, a middle-aged woman ran out from the house. It was Yan Jien's mother, Ye Qinhua.
"Xiao Yan, is it really you back?" Ye Qinhua exclaimed with joy.
"Yes, Mom, it's me," Yan Jien replied with a smile.
"You finally came back! I was so worried!" Ye Qinhua took her son's hand, looking him up and down. "Oh my, how did you grow so tall?"
"I've been growing taller," Yan Jien laughed. "I've been exercising a lot lately; maybe I've gone through a second growth spurt."
"Is that so?" Ye Qinhua looked skeptical.
"Of course." Yan Jien rolled up his sleeves to show off his biceps.
"Wow, you really have," Ye Qinhua said in amazement.
"Alright, our son just got back; he must be tired. Let's get him inside to rest," at that moment, Yan Dahai, Yan Jien's father, walked over.
"Dad," Yan Jien called out.
"Mm," Yan Dahai nodded.
"Where's Grandma?" Yan Jien asked as he entered the house.
"She's upstairs sleeping," Ye Qinhua replied. "Your grandma hasn't been feeling well these past few days."
"I'll go check on her," Yan Jien said.
"Go ahead," Ye Qinhua nodded.
After going upstairs, Yan Jien found that his grandmother was already awake.
He chatted with his grandmother for a few moments before returning to his room. Yan Jien locked the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began his meditation training. He had come back this time mainly to prepare for any potential loss of control. Although he had managed to gain basic control over himself during this period of exploration, there was still a risk of losing it. For the safety of his family, he needed to be fully prepared.
Meditation was a great exercise that could enhance willpower and help prevent loss of control. Before he knew it, dawn broke. Yan Jien opened his eyes, and a flash of red light flickered in them. "Not good! I'm about to lose control!" Yan Jien's face changed dramatically. He quickly jumped off the bed, rushed into the bathroom, and turned on the faucet to splash cold water on his face. After washing his face, Yan Jien felt somewhat better. It seemed that he couldn't meditate at night anymore.
He glanced at the time; it was just past six o'clock. To avoid his mother asking too many questions, Yan Jien procrastinated until eight before finally stepping out of his room. After freshening up, he went downstairs and found a notice printed on red paper on the table. The content of the notice was related to what Li Yanqiu had mentioned yesterday.
【Yinshan Ridge Wild Dog Attack Incident Report】
【On July 24, 2023, a wild dog attack incident occurred in Yinshan Ridge resulting in a fatality. The deceased was Old Mason Wei, a 56-year-old male residing at the foot of Yinshan Ridge. Following the incident, our office immediately activated an emergency response plan and organized rescue efforts involving public security, fire services, and medical departments. At the same time, we promptly reported to the city government office. The cause of the incident is currently under investigation, and relevant information will be disclosed to the public in a timely manner.】
Signed: Government Office.
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