“Zifeng, you must have suffered a lot over the years. Our Yan family owes you too much.” As Old Master Yan said this, his eyes became moist again.

Jiang Zifeng shook his head and said with a smile, "Grandpa Yan, the past is all in the past. You don't have to keep it in your heart. I'm fine now, right?"

Old Master Yan was a little excited, and he grabbed Jiang Zifeng with trembling hands, "Zifeng, you really don't blame grandpa?"

Jiang Zifeng smiled brightly, a ray of sunshine sprinkled on his face, making him look even brighter, "Don't blame me, Grandpa, I came back this time and plan to stay here for a long time. I'm just afraid that Grandpa will find me annoying."

Yan Qingluo's heart skipped a beat. Normally, the brighter Jiang Zifeng smiled, the more unlucky the people around him would be. What was this guy thinking?

Jiang Zifeng glanced at Yan Qingluo, who looked alert, and continued, "I believed other people's nonsense and kidnapped Qingluo. I'm so sorry. I really didn't know it was her. If I had known at the time, I would never have taken this job."

Old Master Yan waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Follow Grandpa from now on, and we will do serious business. We don't have to hide from place to place anymore."

Yan Qingluo rolled his eyes. Jiang Zifeng, ah Jiang Zifeng, you are really a first-class actor. Grandpa is really stupid. Jiang Zifeng, oh no, the property under Qin Feng’s name is more than the financial resources of ten Yan Groups.

"Grandpa, you should also ask Brother Zifeng if he is willing. Why do you just arrange it for him?" Yan Qingluo said with some complaints in his tone.

Before Mr. Yan could answer, Jiang Zifeng rushed to say, "I do. Of course I do. I want to stay here."

Yan Qingluo glared at him secretly and turned to look out the car window.

"Oh, by the way, Zifeng, did you know that you have a younger brother? But he went out traveling recently and will be back in a while." said Grandpa Yan.

Whenever Yan Qingluo thought of Jiang Ziyu, she would feel guilty. Jiang Ziyu was so good to her, so good that she felt guilty.

How come children born to the same parents have such different personalities?

Maybe it has something to do with the environment I grew up in.

Jiang Zifeng already knew that the man who looked so similar to him was his younger brother, but he pretended not to know, "Oh? Really? Then when will he come back? I really want to see him!"

Yan Qingluo curled his lips secretly, thinking that with such acting skills, he could become the best actor.

Old Master Yan said, "I don't know yet. He just left a few days ago. Xiao Si, did Xiao Jiang say when he will be back?"

Yan Qingluo didn't expect that he would be called out suddenly. He immediately sat up straight from lying down like Ge You, "No."

Jiang Zifeng glanced at her panic-stricken look and a subtle smile slipped across the corner of his mouth.

Soon, they arrived at Yan's villa.

"Zifeng, you can live here for the time being!" Old Master Yan said as he walked forward.

"No, Grandpa, I object." Yan Qingluo was the first to object.

No, how can Jiang Zifeng live here? Isn't this inviting a wolf into the house?

Hearing Yan Qingluo's words, Uncle Jiang showed some difficulty on his face and lowered his head silently.

He devoted his whole life to the Yan family, not for anything else, just to repay their kindness.

Old Master Yan once saved his life, so he followed the Yan family without hesitation and even sacrificed his own next generation.

Even if it was a life-saving favor, he should have repaid it.

However, in front of the Yan family, he is always inferior, and even his two sons have to look at the faces of the descendants of the Yan family.

Old Master Yan stopped, turned around, and shouted angrily, "Why not? It's not your turn to object here!"

"I don't mean anything else, Grandpa, I just think it's inconvenient." Yan Qingluo had never seen Grandpa Yan look so fierce, and he was a little scared. "Now that Jiang Ziyu is out, Pingquan Bay is vacant. Why don't we let Brother Zifeng live there?"

Jiang Zifeng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, standing aside and silently watching the somewhat crazy Yan Qingluo. She looked so cute when she was anxious, which made him want to make her cry.

Old Master Yan asked sternly, "What's wrong with living here? It's not like there's no room."

"But ... " Yan Qingluo wanted to say something.

"If possible, I would rather live here so that I can get acquainted with everyone. After all, I've been away from Quecheng for so many years, and I feel a little unfamiliar with it. I also wonder when Sister Qingluo is free to take me around." Jiang Zifeng said slowly with a sly smile on his face.

"Yes, yes." Old Master Yan agreed, looking at Jiang Zifeng with admiration, "Zifeng is absolutely right, let's stay here, Xiao Si, go and clean up the room."

Yan Qingluo, "Ah?"

Grandpa just told her to clean up her room?

What's going on? Why does it feel like Grandpa has changed since Jiang Zifeng came? Grandpa used to be reluctant to let her do even a little work, so why is he ordering her around now?

Old Master Yan looked at Uncle Jiang and said approvingly, "Old Jiang, your eldest son is a talent. He is mature and steady, has clear logic, and is eloquent. He is excellent, very excellent!"

Uncle Jiang lowered his head slightly and said, "Mr. Yan, you are too kind. He left home when he was young and did not receive any education. How can he be as outstanding as you praise him to be?"

Old Master Yan shook his head and said with a smile, "I can't be wrong in judging people. Zifeng is definitely someone who can achieve great things."

Yan Qingluo led Jiang Zifeng into the room, and she deliberately chose a seat farthest from her own room.

As soon as she entered the door, she felt a dangerous aura behind her, getting closer and closer.

She turned around suddenly and found Jiang Zifeng already right behind her without her knowing.

Jiang Zifeng grabbed Yan Qingluo's wrist, moved forward, and forced her back to the wall.

Yan Qingluo looked at Jiang Zifeng in panic, "Jiang Zifeng, what ... what do you want to do? Let me go!"

Jiang Zifeng slowly approached, and a familiar breath rushed towards him.

"If you don't let go, I'll scream!" Yan Qingluo said, glaring at Jiang Zifeng.

But Jiang Zifeng didn't care what she said at all and kept moving closer.