"When are you graduating from college? It's time for you to share the burden with Grandpa!" Yan Bingsong felt old and conscious of it. "Grandpa has no sons or daughters. You're the sole heir from now on..."
"Please, Grandpa." Qingyan was genuinely overwhelmed with work, especially since Li Yuanfu had given her another company. She was already stretched thin.
"You're my only family in this world. If I don't leave the inheritance to you, then who else?" Yan Bingsong smiled warmly.
"If you miss Grandma so much, why don't you come back and settle in the country?"
His business was stable overseas anyway, but if he settled in Jing City, he could have regular interactions.
However, Yan Bingsong smiled sadly. "It wouldn't be good for my reputation."
No one knew about his past with Li Yue'e, not even Lu Zhenhai, who had no idea that his mother even knew such a person!
"Your Grandpa Lu passed away early, but he was truly good to your grandmother. I can't be together with your grandmother right after his death."
Qingyan:...
"Just caring from afar and inquiring about her well-being is enough for me." Yan Bingsong didn't expect too much. What made him content now was Qingyan, this child he had raised so well. She had grown into such an outstanding individual, even surpassing him as his successor!
The car stopped in front of the Jinghu Hotel.
Qingyan opened the car door and helped him out. "You should have taken it easy when you were younger. But you didn't listen."
Look at him now, old and unable to walk steadily.
Yan Bingsong smiled warmly and, with her support, felt satisfied. "To think that even after I die, I can still leave you a dowry. These years of hard work have been worth it."
"You were clearly striving for Grandma's sake. What does it have to do with me?" Qingyan supported him as they walked slowly. "You're getting old now. It's time to take a break."
"No, there are still some industries that I need to hand over to you before I die."
"..."
Just then, Lù Muyáo, holding Gāo Yáng's hand, exclaimed in shock, "Brother Gāo Yáng, isn't that Qingyan?"
They had originally come to a bridal shop across from the Jinghu Restaurant to look at wedding dresses. They didn't expect that as soon as they stepped out, they would see Qingyan, holding an old man's hand, slowly entering the restaurant.
"That man is so old, and she doesn't find it disgusting?" Gāo Yáng frowned. He didn't expect Qingyan to have such little self-respect to stay in Jing City! He suddenly felt repulsed!
Lù Muyáo recalled last night at the Starry Sky Restaurant when Qingyan had also come out of the VIP elevator with another man. Could it be that Qingyan was dating multiple men at the same time? Or was the man from last night really her brother?
Regardless, it was gratifying to see her in such a pitiful state!
In the car, Si Yechen couldn't take his eyes off Qingyan holding the old man's hand. His gaze lingered for a long time.
That pair of hands he had once held was now linked with someone else's arm.
"Lord Chen, why do I feel like I've seen that old man somewhere before?!" Qingmu carefully went through his memories and suddenly exclaimed, "I know! His name is Yan Bingsong, the helm of the renowned venture capital firm, the Ai Yue Group, based overseas."
His group is even bigger than the Ouyan Capital Group. Initially, he made his fortune through some small businesses, but as his funds grew, he focused on investments. He has a sharp and ruthless eye, and whenever he sets his sights on a project, it's a guaranteed success. Over the past few decades, he has invested in numerous industries, accumulating an incredibly substantial personal wealth!
No wonder I haven't seen his license plate before. He must live abroad all year round.
Qingmu couldn't help but exclaim, "Miss Qingyan seems to know a lot of people."
Not only is the director of Jingkang Hospital highly appreciative of her, but that group of medical experts also bows down to her. She's the daughter of the richest man, and now it seems she has a deep relationship with Yan Bingsong.
Si Yechen is still holding onto those hands. They've been supporting each other for so long, why doesn't he let go?
Seeing their figures entering the elevator, a hint of coldness flashes in Si Yechen's eyes. "Find out which private room they're dining in."
"Lord Chen, do you want to join them for the meal?"
As soon as Qingmu finished speaking, he sensed the displeasure emanating from this big shot. He thought for a moment and suddenly understood!
"Lord Chen, I asked the restaurant manager. They said Miss Qingyan went to the private room on the south side of the second floor. Coincidentally, there's also a restaurant opposite the south side. How about we go there for our meal? Let's not disturb Miss Qingyan and her friends from having a good time..."
"Mmm." Si Yechen retracts his gaze, but his mind is still focused on those soft little hands.
Qingyan helps Yan Bingsong into the private room and takes out a small vial. "Here, it's for you."
"A birthday gift?" Yan Bingsong looks at the small white bottle without any packaging, knowing that she's always tinkering with these peculiar things. "What does it do?"
"After taking it, you won't need any support." Qingyan pours him a glass of water and places it in front of him.
Yan Bingsong happily says, "This gift is great! I'll accept it."
As one gets older, one becomes more concerned about their appearance.
He wants to leave a good impression on Li Yue'e and doesn't want to appear limping and stumbling in front of her, even though he doesn't know if there will be a chance to meet again in the future...
"Lord Chen, all the dishes are served. We can start eating."
Inside the private room, Qingmu notices that Si Yechen's gaze is fixed on the girl in the opposite room and can't help but tease, "You have quite the eyesight here!"
He can clearly see what Miss Qingyan is doing in there.
"Eat your food." Si Yechen sees the girl giving the old man a gift, so he pours a glass of water for the old man and even helps him with the dishes.
He didn't receive this kind of treatment last night!
"Lord Chen, in that case, I won't hold back." Qingmu picks up his bowl and eats with relish. "It's delicious!"
He's really hungry. He's been busy with Lord Chen since early in the morning.
"Look at my memory..." Yan Bingsong suddenly realizes that he forgot to bring the gift. "Your grandmother's birthday is in half a month. I've prepared a gift for her. Later, you'll come with me to the hotel to get it. Same rule as always, you can't say it's from me."
"Mmm." Qingyan ladles another bowl of soup for him and places it in front of him. "How many days do you plan to stay this time?"
"Afternoon it is."
"So soon?"
"I've always been a loner..."
Qingyan looked into his eyes, sensing a hint of melancholy, and said softly, "If you want to see Grandma, I can arrange it."
Yan Bingsong felt a flicker of excitement, but after some thought, he worried about the potential consequences. The hospital was crowded with people, and if rumors spread, it might reach their descendants...
He himself didn't mind, but he was afraid it would tarnish Yue'e's reputation, even though they were innocent and hadn't done anything wrong.
"I can have Tang Yiyang take you in to see her at night," Qingyan said calmly after taking a sip of soup. "Don't worry, Grandma won't wake up."
"Well..." Yan Bingsong pondered for a moment, then shook his head firmly. "I'm afraid if I go there, I'll never be able to bear leaving again."
Qingyan was taken aback and looked into his eyes.
"Actually, it's fine like this... Later, you can come with me to the hotel to get the gift from your Grandma."
Though he couldn't accompany her in person, at least there would be something by her side to keep her from feeling lonely.