Since the rebirth, Yan Junfeng felt a heaviness in his heart for the first time. Even when he just underwent rebirth, the numerous heartbreaking grudges and the difficult situation of the company couldn’t make him feel pressured.
The last time, he fell victim to a plot without any precautions. This time, he had enough time and foresight to bring all the ambitious individuals to justice.
At this moment, Yan Junfeng’s feelings were more complex than ever.
He should have disliked and resented Jiang Zichen, but seeing the young man’s bright smile as he leaned close to Song Mochen, Yan Junfeng inexplicably felt a surge of jealousy and discomfort.
After the rebirth, he had repeatedly told himself not to be soft-hearted towards the young man. He couldn’t forget the betrayal from the past. The seemingly harmless youth would eventually harm him again. He tried hard to restrain himself from meeting and caring.
For Yan Junfeng, Jiang Zichen was now a stranger. Once the plan was complete, he would drive him out of the Yan family, and their lives would be unrelated.
But why was he feeling so uneasy now?
After bringing Su Jingxuan back to the ward, Yan Junfeng sat on the sofa in silence, his face gloomy, emanating a tumultuous mix of emotions. Yang Cailian couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
Both father and son from the Yan family had good personalities and had always been kind to her and her son. Especially Yan Junfeng, he never had the demeanor of a young master and was even more fond of the son she brought into the Yan family, more reluctant to scold him than she was.
However, just now, Yan Junfeng seemed to have changed completely, frightening little Chen and wearing an unusual expression. This made Yang Cailian worry.
Leaving the Yan family would simply mean returning to the life of an ordinary, poor person for her. It wasn’t a big deal, but her son’s illness still relied on the Yan family.
Whether it was the cost of treatment or the bone marrow transplant surgery, these were not expenses an ordinary family could bear. She and her son had to rely on the Yan family for their livelihood.
“Junfeng, who is Mr. Song really? Is little Chen in trouble? Should I go and apologize to Mr. Song again? Auntie thinks Mr. Song doesn’t seem unreasonable. He probably won’t hold a grudge against a child.”
Yang Cailian cautiously looked at Yan Junfeng sitting on the sofa, feeling uneasy.
Even though Song Mochen didn’t show anger just now and even expressed a liking for her son, Yan Junfeng’s serious expression now suggested that things might not be that simple.
Yan Junfeng remained silent, his gaze complicated as he looked at Su Jingxuan.
“Mom, why should I apologize? I didn’t do anything wrong. Brother Song really likes me, and Grandpa Song also enjoys playing chess with me. I didn’t misbehave; I really didn’t. *Cough, *cough, *cough.”
Su Jingxuan desperately explained, and at the end of his words, he coughed violently due to the intense emotional fluctuations.
Yang Cailian was immediately frightened and patted his back.
However, as Jiang Zichen, what he cared most about, aside from his mother, was the attitude of his beloved older brother.
While Su Jingxuan was coughing, he looked at Yan Junfeng, hoping to get his approval and acknowledgment or at least a comforting word.
The clear gaze and the sickly pale face were enough to make anyone sympathize and believe him.
But this “anyone” did not include Yan Junfeng. He stared at Su Jingxuan’s frail appearance, and his initially wavering and touched emotions were quickly replaced by irritation. It was this appearance, this pitiful appearance that made him feel pity in the past, that he only discovered the betrayal in the last life.
He didn’t know if the current Jiang Zichen was truly innocent or just pretending. If he was genuine, he couldn’t understand why this seemingly weak and obedient youth would turn into such a malicious person in the end, betraying and harming him. If it was an act, he had to admit that the youth’s scheming and acting skills were surprisingly formidable and terrifying.
Jiang Zichen, once frail and sickly, used to make him feel distressed, but now, this appearance only made him feel annoyed, reminding him of the past betrayal.
Su Jingxuan kept an eye on his changing expression, avoiding his touch discreetly and holding onto his sleeve. He continued to act weak and dependent, calling “Brother Yan” plaintively, perfectly interpreting the original character.
But what Yan Junfeng hated the most now was this deceptive appearance of weakness.
The facts proved that he was right. Yan Junfeng’s feelings of disgust grew stronger, quickly overshadowing the initial hesitation and turmoil.
It wasn’t the time to fall out with the young man now. The unexpected appearance of Song Mochen further disrupted his plans. He needed to think carefully about how to arrange the youth.
Su Jingxuan had become extremely tired of Yan Junfeng’s comfort. He subtly straightened his back, avoiding his touch, and reached out to grab his sleeve, continuing to act distressed and dependent, using the tactics he knew Yan Junfeng detested.
“Brother Yan, have you stopped liking Xiao Chen? You haven’t come to see me for a long time. You scolded me just now.”
He didn’t wait for Yan Junfeng’s answer before Yang Cailian quickly reassured him.
“Little Chen, your brother cares about you the most. He hasn’t had time to come recently because the company is facing some difficulties. Your brother scolded you for your own good. Mr. Song seems like a big shot, and your brother is just protecting you. Look, you can’t even speak properly. You’ve been spoiled.”
When her son became stubborn, only Yan Junfeng could control him.
“The company has been facing some difficulties recently and needs urgent attention,” Yan Junfeng said with lowered eyelids, concealing his feelings of disgust.
“Is it because of what you said last time about the jewelry design team not being novel and fashionable enough, causing a decline in the company’s competitiveness, Brother Yan? I can design too. I’ve drawn many design sketches. I’ll show them to you, and maybe I can help.”
Su Jingxuan actively entangled, trying hard to showcase himself.
Before the rebirth, Yan Junfeng’s trust in the original owner was unparalleled. He would share many things with him, even the secrets of the job wouldn’t be kept from him. This was why Yan’s second uncle chose to use the original owner to deal with Yan Junfeng.
Currently, the Yan Corporation’s business was divided into two major industries: real estate and jewelry. Yan Junfeng was in charge of the jewelry division, which might seem glorious but was, in reality, a tricky situation.
The jewelry business of the Yan Corporation had been declining in recent years. If Yan Junfeng couldn’t find a way to make achievements, he would face failure when it came time for changes in equity and selecting a chairman.
However, Yan Junfeng’s business acumen was high. In the last life, he had ways to turn things around, and this life was even more manageable. He didn’t need to worry about it.
So, when he heard Su Jingxuan’s words, Yan Junfeng didn’t pay any attention. In his eyes, the concerns Su Jingxuan expressed were just a superficial disguise. The words only deepened his resentment; he regretted trusting the youth too much and revealing too much to him.
“No need. I’ve already figured it out. You don’t need to worry about the company’s affairs. Take care of yourself. I have a meeting later; I’ll come to see you next time.”
Brushing off his hand, Yan Junfeng’s patience was wearing thin.
Su Jingxuan smiled, not giving up. He continued to grab his sleeve, desperately trying to keep him there.
“Brother Yan, can you wait a bit longer before leaving? I’ve spent a long time on these design sketches. I’ll show them to you right away. Please wait.”
After saying this, he let go of Yan Junfeng’s hand and retrieved the drawings that were pressed under the pillow.
However, Yan Junfeng was not in the mood to deal with him anymore. The more he clung, the more irritated he became. He instructed Yang Cailian to take care of him and hurriedly left.
When Su Jingxuan turned around again, all he could see was Yan Junfeng’s hurried figure.
Unwilling to give up, he picked up his phone and dialed Yan Junfeng’s number again. This time, Yan Junfeng answered briefly and then hung up. When he tried calling again, it showed that the call was in progress.
In the comforting words of Yang Cailian, Su Jingxuan stared at the phone screen regretfully and with a sense of injustice for a while.
After Yang Mama left, he took the phone, captured each design sketch clearly, organized them, applied for a new email address, and sent the images to Yan Junfeng’s personal email.
