"Before I reveal her identity, you must agree to three conditions: First, you are not allowed to approach her. Second, you are not allowed to be alone with her. Third, you are not allowed to talk to her..." As Yan Song’s words fell, Su Jun’s face grew darker and darker, and he couldn’t help but explode: "Yan Song, are you even human? I’m not doing this..." With a reverse handgrip, Yan Song directly knocked Su Jun to the ground, leaning on his back and asking in a deep voice: "Do you agree or not?" Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel⟡fire.net Su Jun’s face turned red: "I’d rather die than submit." Yan Song pressed down harder, causing Su Jun to scream in pain. Damn, his arm was dislocated. "Do you agree or not?" "I agree, I agree, can’t you just let go of me?" Yan Song finally let go, and Su Jun climbed up, rubbing his arm and glaring fiercely at Yan Song: "You care about girls more than your friends. I was wrong about you." Yan Song looked indifferent. "Now tell me, who exactly is your girlfriend?" Yan Song drove back to Ji Family Manor. Passing a flower shop, he stopped to buy a bouquet of red roses. Smelling the fragrance, he smiled and placed the large bouquet on the passenger seat. At that moment, two girls who looked like high school students walked by, chatting about something. "Tsk tsk, I didn’t expect Ji Yunya to be so rich. That huge manor is all hers. It’s really infuriating to compare oneself to others." "If she’s so rich, why doesn’t she save her father’s company? Isn’t she supposed to be kind-hearted? If you ask me, she’s just selfish. She doesn’t even consider that if Yun’s goes bankrupt, what benefits can she get? People recognize her because of her identity as the heiress of Yun’s. Without Yun’s, what is she? Would the government treat her the same way?" "Exactly, exactly. I think she’s short-sighted and selfish. How could someone like that attract so much admiration? I really don’t get it. Maybe it’s just because she’s pretty." The young girls didn’t hide their jealousy, using the most malicious thoughts to judge someone they knew nothing about. Yan Song’s eyes turned cold in an instant. He opened the door and sat inside, taking out his phone to browse the internet. So Yun’s was facing such big issues, and he had no idea. What kind of burdens had Yunya been bearing on her frail shoulders? He felt both regretful and heartbroken. The phone suddenly rang. He looked at the string of unfamiliar numbers and instinctively wanted to hang up. The ringing stopped, then started again. "Young Master Yan, please be ready. At three o’clock this afternoon, a helicopter will be waiting for you on the rooftop of Huadu Hotel." A cold male voice came from the phone. Yan Song pressed his lips together: "Can you give me one more day?" "Young Master Yan, please don’t make it difficult for me." "Okay, I understand. I will be there on time." Hanging up the phone, Yan Song sighed and leaned back in the seat. How could he leave with peace of mind? Why now, why? He couldn’t help but punch the steering wheel hard, his brows furrowing in anger and resentment. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm down and drove back to Ji Family Manor. Outside the manor, it was the same as when he left, crowded with reporters. Seeing a car pull up, they swarmed over immediately. Without any hesitation, Yan Song stepped on the gas, shooting like an arrow through the crowd. Reporters scattered, backing away. News was important, but their lives were even more so. These people didn’t even get a clear look at who was inside the car before it disappeared behind the iron gate of the manor. Yan Song got out of the car, holding the bouquet of roses. In the living room, Aunt Li was directing two servants to move the furniture, treating furniture that had gotten damp. Seeing Yan Song walk in with a large bouquet of red roses, standing tall and straight, she smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum. "Young Master Yan is back." Good family background, handsome, capable, romantic, a great cook, and most importantly, he was devoted to the young lady. Just like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, the more she looked, the more satisfied she was. Yan Song nodded: "Where’s Yaya?" Aunt Li smiled: "Upstairs, Young Master Yan, hurry up and go." Yan Song strode upstairs with his long legs, and two younger maids couldn’t help but swoon over his back: "Miss’s boyfriend is so handsome, with such a great body, and so thoughtful and romantic. Miss is so lucky." "Exactly, exactly. If my future boyfriend has even half of what Miss’s boyfriend has, I could wake up from my dreams with a smile." Aunt Li tapped the two on their backs with a feather duster: "Keep dreaming, now get back to work."