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"Did you hear that correctly?"
"I can guarantee I heard it right. He said he is an impersonator of Zhu Junjie, and he was talking to the real Zhu Junjie on the phone."
The café belongs to The Yan, and the moment the man entered the café, someone had already contacted the manager.
The manager immediately checked the surveillance footage in the private room, but the screen was completely dark.
Noticing something was off, he sent someone with exceptional hearing to listen for any sounds coming from inside the room. This individual, who came from a lineage known for their acute hearing, had a remarkable ability to pick up sounds that ordinary people could not. Even through a closed door, they could clearly hear what was happening inside the room.
When he reported the conversation between the man in the room and the manager, the manager realized the seriousness of the matter and hurried to report to Yan Wen. Yan Wen was in the car returning from the old house to Riverside Villa at the time. Due to not sleeping well at night, Yan Wen closed his eyes to rest as soon as he got in the car.
Yang Jiaojiao looked at his profile, his features were clear and distinct, with a refined and resolute elegance that blended two extreme temperaments perfectly.
Yang Jiaojiao was a little absent-minded. The ringing of the phone startled both of them. It was the café manager calling. Yan Wen quickly answered and found out that Zhu Junjie was still alive, which relieved the tension of the past few days.
However, from the man's words, it was clear that Zhu Junjie was not in a good situation, and they needed to find him quickly! Yan Wen called and instructed his subordinates to investigate the communication tools the man used to contact the outside world, checking all the communication tools that Zhu Junjie had used. Recently, there were no suspicious individuals among those he had contacted. Yang Jiaojiao, knowing it was about Song Lan's boyfriend Zhu Junjie, naturally wanted to inquire, "Yan Wen, is it about Zhu Junjie?"
Yan Wen knew that she didn't care much about Zhu Junjie and just responded with a grunt.
Yang Jiaojiao indeed did not continue on the topic of Zhu Junjie, but asked about her own situation, "Yan Wen, what should I do if grandma brings up the topic of having children again? I can still use the registration as an excuse for now, but what should I say later on?"
"Soldiers block the enemy, water covers the earth," Yan Wen replied calmly.
He naturally understands that Grandma doesn't just want him to find a wife and get married, it's not that simple. After marriage, there will be children. "It seems... it can only be this way," Yang Jiaojiao said, pursing her lips. It's not that she doesn't want to have children, but that there are already children.
It can be basically confirmed that Yan Wen is Yank's biological father; they look too much alike. Although the marriage is fake, the child is real. No one knows yet that she has already given birth to a child for Yan Wen!
Moreover, when it comes to marriage, she has basically prepared herself to play the game with Yan Wen. "What are you thinking?" Yan Wen asked as he stared at her focused expression. Yang Jiaojiao met Yan Wen's eyes and evasively replied, "Nothing!"
She can't talk right now.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"No!"
"Is that so?" Yan Wen asked in confusion.
"Really, there isn't," she replied.
"Okay," she said, taking her at her word. Yan Wen didn't have the habit of probing or scrutinizing people, and then she closed her eyes to rest.
Along the way, the two of them didn't speak anymore. And Yang Jiaojiao's stomach really felt uncomfortable. After arriving at the villa, she quickly rushed to the second floor, swiftly entered the bathroom, and resolved her stomach discomfort.
After getting up from the toilet, Yang Jiaojiao stood in front of the washbasin again, wiped the thin sweat from her forehead, and splashed her face with cold water. She looked at herself in the mirror, thinking that maybe she had eaten something that caused her diarrhea... Hopefully, it's just this one time. Otherwise, Yan Wen would be worried!
After a while, she opened the bathroom door and walked out. To her surprise, as soon as she entered the bedroom, she saw Yan Wen's naked back as he was putting on his home clothes. This startled Yang Jiaojiao, who quickly covered her eyes and exclaimed, "You pervert! Why are you undressing here?" Yan Wen calmly finished dressing and stood in front of her, saying, "If not in the room, where should I change?"
"You... you are being unreasonable!" Yang Jiaojiao opened her eyes, furious, her face flushed and adorably lively like a finely carved jade figure. With fingers as delicate as green onion tips, she pointed at Yan Wen, "I want to add a clause to our contract: no fooling around casually!"
Yan Wen grabbed her hand firmly, his deep voice resolute, "That's impossible. You signed the document, and you set the terms. I don't have the patience to let you draw inferences."
"I really was tricked!" Yang Jiaojiao huffed, pulling her finger away and running off in a flash.
Kelin respects her a lot and won't undress in front of her, so Yang Jiaojiao forgot to include this rule in the "three rules of dating" at the beginning.
Yan Wen stood still, with a relaxed smile on his lips.
He went to his room to change clothes, unaware that Yang Jiaojiao was in the bathroom, otherwise he would have been more careful.
However, her angry appearance is quite cute.
...
The next morning, Yang Jiaojiao woke up very early.
She subconsciously glanced at the big bed, the bedding was still neat and tidy, and Yan Wen was nowhere to be seen.
He didn't come back to the room to sleep last night?
Yang Jiaojiao didn't care about that, quickly got up, picked a very low-key dress from the wardrobe, put on simple makeup, and then went downstairs.
She has decided to experience a period of Mrs. Yan's life first before making any decisions. However, she can't stay in the villa every day, it's too boring, so she wants to go out and find a job to do.
As soon as Yang Jiaojiao walked out of the door, she saw Yan Wen push open the door of the study and walk out with a tired look on her face, the loose home clothes hanging on her shoulders, looking extremely lazy.
"Did you stay up all night last night?" Yang Jiaojiao frowned slightly.
Yan Wen nodded.
"Is work very busy?"
"It's okay." Yan Wen glanced at her exquisite outfit. "Where are you going?"
"I want to go out and find a job today."
Yan Wen's eyes narrowed slightly, does the Yan family's young madam still need to find a job?
Yang Jiaojiao doesn't care about how Yan Wen thinks, let's go downstairs and have breakfast first.
Aunt Qing served a bowl of porridge to Yang Jiaojiao, and then started to brew coffee for Yan Wen, while busily saying, "Young master stayed up all night in the study. I took some snacks up to him in the early morning and saw him lying on the table. I wanted to ask him to go back to his room to sleep, but he refused. Young madam, the young master was afraid of disturbing your rest."
As Yang Jiaojiao listened, her hand holding the spoon trembled, feeling somewhat dazed.
Yan Wen is so considerate?
He's so tall, lying on the table to sleep is so uncomfortable," murmured Yang Jiaojiao, "Isn't there a guest room?"
"You don't know yet, young madam. The young master has had the habit of choosing his own bed since he was young. Except for the master bedroom and the bed in the old house, the young master can't sleep well anywhere else," Aunt Qing explained.
As soon as Aunt Qing finished speaking, Yang Jiaojiao heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Yan Wen coming downstairs.
Sure enough, not long after, Yan Wen appeared in the restaurant and sat face to face with Yang Jiaojiao. Just a moment ago, he looked lazy and tired, but after changing his clothes, he looked refreshed. Yang Jiaojiao glanced at his ash-gray suit, tall and handsome, with a clean face carrying the unique morning freshness, causing Yang Jiaojiao to couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
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