Yan Qianyu didn't need to do anything to save him. His goal had been achieved today and he left naturally and gracefully. Jin Rongcheng shook his head at his back, sighing inwardly that he had overestimated his opponent.
"Are you confused and puzzled as to why I left like this?" Yan Qianyu, who left there, knew the doubts in Duan Zihao's heart and asked calmly.
"With your personality, you don't seem to need to bother with this."
"Superfluous things may not be a way to paralyze the opponent. The impression of youth and frivolity will probably paralyze Jin's heart for a period of time, and this time is enough to deal with him." Showing weakness to the enemy can sometimes have miraculous effects. Yan Qianyu's low-key
Duan Zihao smelled danger due to his unusual playing cards.
"When to act?"
"Tonight." Yan Qianyu turned around, glanced at the building, and left with a faint smile.
In the parking lot, he and Duan Zihao met an acquaintance, Nangong Jun. It seemed that this man was curious about everything Yan Qianyu did.
"I didn't expect Mr. Yan to come to this uncelebrated party." Nangong Jun came over and said in the tone of a friend he hadn't seen for many years.
"Existence must have its own meaning. In the same way, my purpose of coming here is the same as yours." Yan Qianyu said with a slight smile.
"Existence must have its own meaning. In the same way, my purpose of coming here is the same as yours." Yan Qianyu said with a slight smile.
"It's my sister's birthday tonight, I hope Young Master Yan can attend." Nangong Jun's words made Yan Qianyu a little confused, since their relationship has not reached this level yet.
"It's a great honor." Since the other party invited him politely, there was no need for Yan Qianyu to pretend to be aloof and turn a blind eye.
"Master Duan, if you are interested, you can go together." Nangong Jun gave Duan Zihao a meaningful look before leaving and said.
"Supreme, does his invitation have any purpose?" Duan Zihao, who was sitting in the driver's seat, asked in confusion.
"It's best to have a purpose. Going to a party without a purpose is a waste of time." Yan Qianyu said calmly.
Yan Qianyu didn't know if Nangong Jun's invitation had another purpose, but as someone who had undergone the strictest etiquette training, he had to come up with a suitable gift. This was a kind of courtesy, and at the same time, it was also a reflection of family education.
Nangong Jun's sister, Yan Qianyu, met once at a charity party. She was as proud as a princess, and he couldn't figure out what she liked. Since he didn't know, he just acted like a vulgar person, and he finally chose
A valuable crystal hairpin. This crystal clear hairpin cost Yan Qianyu nearly six figures of RMB. He couldn't help but wonder if he, who was deliberately plotting against others, had been tricked by others this time.
Being able to find this Feng Shui treasure land in the suburbs of Hangzhou clearly shows the energy of the Nangong family. The birthday of this little princess does not seem to be as fancy as imagined, at least the various cars parked at the door can reflect the attendance.
Human quality.
"Feng Yi, tonight you are responsible for all matters of this operation. Also, send someone to help those so-called elders with the axe. Whether it is through coercion or inducement, in short, I want to close the net this time."
Yan Qianyu, who was holding his cell phone, said expressionlessly.
"Don't worry, young master, I will definitely complete the task beyond my limit."
As night fell, a good show was about to take place. There was no need for him to continue directing Yan Qianyu's secretly closing the net. Sometimes, it also took courage to appropriately delegate power to his subordinates.
No invitation was needed, and Yan Qianyu easily sneaked into the Nangong family's villa in Hangzhou. As one of the major aristocratic families in China, this small real estate was just a drop in the bucket for them.
It’s unclear whether the relationship between various aristocratic families is as good as the outside rumors, so good as to wear a pair of underpants. Yan Qianyu didn’t see the person he wanted to see in the hall. The head of the Nangong family seemed to have such a high regard for his daughter.
Not interested in the banquet.
Pampering does not mean indulgence. As the head of the Nangong family with feudal ideas, he is very tired of this seemingly glorious behavior. It is unprecedented to allow his arrogant little daughter to hold a banquet. Young talents like Nangong Jun sometimes envy themselves
As his younger sister, it is his responsibility to inherit the family and create its glory.
This is a world dominated by young people. Perhaps the head of the Nangong family also realized this, so he gave his little daughter a chance to contact the outside world.
Of course, the various young men and women in the venue were the main theme of this banquet. From them, Yan Qianyu saw excellent tutors. At least in terms of behavior, this group of people was more than one level higher than the young men like Jin Haopeng.
.
Maybe these are the elites of those aristocratic families!
The gifts were placed in front of the hall, and he seemed to like to appreciate the environment here as if nothing had happened. Standing outside the hall, Yan Qianyu's heart was as calm as water.
Among this group of children from aristocratic families, perhaps the only one who really made them look at him was the genius of the Situ family - Situ Aoyu.
Duan Zihao had no reason not to take part in this opportunity to meet the talents of those aristocratic families. Having just arrived, his eyes were looking for Yan Qianyu's figure.
If you attend too many such gatherings, you will get tired of them, just like now Yan Qianyu is walking in the garden of the villa, admiring the beautiful scenery around her.
"I don't need you." An angry voice came from the depths of the garden.
Yan Qianyu walked towards the sound silently. He saw a boy in a wheelchair with a red face about his own age, roaring dissatisfiedly at several men in black suits.
"I will say it one last time, and you will disappear from my presence immediately." The boy's stubborn eyes made the group of men feel helpless.
After the group of men left, the boy breathed a sigh of relief. After all, it didn't feel good to be followed by a group of bodyguards all the time. The boy reluctantly pushed the wheelchair. Today was the birthday of the girl in his heart, although every time he stood in front of a
He watched her silently from the corner, but the torment in his heart made him moody.
Hiding under a tree, the boy looked towards a window. In front of the dressing table, a girl sat quietly. She was letting a servant comb her hair, especially her long eyelashes, which were very cute.
The boy showed a knowing smile and just held on to the thick tree trunk. His bodyguards shook their heads helplessly in the dark. Only at this time of year would the young master smile happily. If it were not for the congenital disability of his legs, the boy would
Maybe the young master's temper won't be like this.
"Bang!"
After a slight sound, the bodyguard hiding in the dark fainted. Behind him appeared a young man with a faint smile on his lips.
"This is the last one." The young man thought to himself. He glanced at the boy in the wheelchair and his smile became even more charming.
The girl didn't seem to like this tedious dress, and quickly left the room, leaving behind a lonely figure hiding under the tree. She didn't know that there was a special existence among the gifts she received every year.
The boy quietly looked at her back as she closed the door and smiled bitterly. After all, he was disabled. Even if he had a family background that was not inferior to him, it would be difficult for him to win the favor of her father and her.
Just after the boy turned around, he saw a young man of medium height with a smile on his face. After looking at each other, the boy did not blame him for quietly appearing behind him.
As I pushed the wheelchair past the man, I heard an indifferent voice. "It's not a pity to lose those who don't fight for them."
The boy's body trembled, he glanced at the man and said coldly: "I don't need you to dictate my affairs."
"Having a temper is good, but I don't have the confidence." The man turned around and left with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
"In your eyes, how much achievement can a person with disabled legs achieve!? Of course you don't know the experience behind me before I have reached this stage. It doesn't matter what a prominent family background is, or the stars are shining over the moon, if God can let me
Stand up, I would rather give up all this." The boy said loudly with moist eyes.
The young man always had a faint smile on his face. He turned around, looked at the boy in the wheelchair calmly, and said, "It's better to let it out than to keep it in your heart."
The boy looked at this strange man for a long time, with sincerity in his eyes, and said, "Thank you."
"Don't you want to get up close and personal with her?" the young man said with a smile.
Perhaps feeling the extraordinary nature of this man, the boy said with a wry smile, "I don't want to see her."
"It's not that you don't want to, it's that you don't dare."
The boy did not deny that he never left his house but would only step out of his house on this day every year.
"Follow me." The young man walked behind the wheelchair and pushed it gently.
"Where to go?"
"main hall."
"I won't go." The boy struggled to stop the young man's movements, but the strong friction from his palms had no effect.
"Resign yourself to your fate. We are already at the door. You have no chance." Still with that shallow smile, the young man pushed him into the hall with all his strength.
Suddenly, countless eyes fell on the two of them. The curious crowd quickly recognized the boy in the wheelchair, but did not recognize the young man behind him.
Maybe not many people know that young man, but there is one person who will definitely know him, and he is Duan Zihao.
"This Supreme, I don't know what he is thinking about." Doubts flashed through his mind, and Duan Zihao did not step forward, just wanting to see what he wanted to do.
The young man is Yan Qianyu! The boy in the wheelchair did not show much panic, with an indifferent expression, and his indifferent eyes scanned everyone present.
Not surprisingly, the children of the aristocratic families who knew the boy's identity continued to talk in their circles. His temper was quite famous!
The boy looked at Yan Qianyu coldly, but did not get angry. Here, he not only represents himself, but also represents his family and honor.