Chapter 795: Chapter 796 Ye Xian is My Person

“It’s nothing, just work arrangements.”

Ye Xian quickly put away his phone.

“Mom and Dad, I need to go back to my room to work now to familiarize myself with the content and process of the advertisement we’re shooting tomorrow. Call me when dinner is ready~”

“But…”

Xia Hewan didn’t finish her sentence when Ye Xian got up and left.

“Xianxian!”

“Huh?”

She turned her face in confusion.

Ye Zhuoxuan tugged at Xia Hewan’s sleeve and gave her a look that said let it go.

Counting the days, Jun Cheng should also be back soon.

This wasn’t a small matter, and it would be better to wait until Jun Cheng was back, to sit down and discuss it as a family of five.

Xia Hewan then swallowed the words at the tip of her tongue, all right.

Ye Xian: “?”

“It’s nothing, just take care of yourself and don’t sit too close to the computer.”

“Got it.”

…

Tianlu Lake Villa District.

The night was hazy, and a misty blue Bentley was parked in the open-air parking lot of the villa.

“Brother Ze, see you tomorrow.”

From the driver’s seat, Xiao Yang waved to the man getting out of the car, but no response came even as he walked away.

“Sigh.”

He sighed softly, looking at his figure with a hint of sorrow.

What exactly has been going on with Brother Ze these past few days? Why has his mood been so low?

“The Second Young Master has returned~”

The servants came out to welcome him, and as Jiang Wanze entered the door, he saw the table lavishly decorated, with Wen Yan discussing floral arrangements with a florist.

“Mom.”

“Wanze is back?”

Wen Yan looked up and instructed Xiaoli, “Go prepare a late-night snack for the Second Young Master. Wanze, you must be hungry after working so late, what would you like?”

“There’s no need to bother, I’ve already eaten outside.”

He replied softly, and Wen Yan, not noticing his subdued mood, continued, “By the way, I have something to tell you. Yuwei said she was going to attend a fashion event for a brand next Wednesday. They happen to need a male companion, and she wants to invite you but hesitates to ask you directly, so she asked me to convey the invitation. Are you willing?”

At the mention of Luo Yuwei’s name, the color under Jiang Wanze’s cap changed instantly, and without a second thought, he refused, “I have an important schedule next Wednesday and can’t make it.”

This was the first time he’d ever turned down her request so coldly.

Wen Yan paused, then noticed something seemed off with his complexion. She placed the flowers down slightly, “What’s the matter, Wanze? Are you not happy today?”

“No.”

Realizing he had been somewhat out of sorts, Jiang Wanze tempered his emotions, “Sorry, I think the work pressure has been relatively high lately.”

“You can talk to mom if you have any problems…”

“There are no problems. Where’s big brother?”

“Your big brother is working in the second-floor study.” Wen Yan pointed upstairs, “Do you need him for something?”

“Big brother asked me to come back.”

After saying that, Jiang Wanze went upstairs.

Wen Yan watched his departing figure, her eyebrows and eyes betraying confusion and concern.

Had she been neglecting Wanze lately? He seemed like a changed person today, especially his strange reaction upon hearing Yuwei’s name—as if he was repelled by it.

Could it be… he didn’t like Yuwei? Should she not be trying to bring this matrimonial match together?

“Thump thump thump~”

Jiang Wanze climbed to the second floor and knocked on the study door, from which a deep and rich magnetic voice came, “Come in.”

In front of the massive Agarwood desk, the computer screen emitted a faint ghostly glow, refracting onto the man’s plain glasses, with the gold wire frame revealing a hint of pale blue.

Jiang Wanze looked at the man, deep in thought and focused on the K-line on the computer screen, his peripheral vision unconsciously falling onto the desk.

Usually orderly and uniform, only with office documents laid out, the desk now had several splashes of color.

A neatly folded handkerchief, a fluffy cute lop-eared rabbit doll, and a box of light pink strawberry lollipops, which were Ye Xian’s favorite brand.

His palm clenched slightly, and an almost imperceptible flicker of emotion flashed across the depth of his eyes.

It was hard to imagine that this man, peerless in intelligence, outstanding in wisdom, and with a temperament so aloof it seemed like he was indifferent to anything beyond business, would also have times when he fell into worldly love, lavishing extreme pampering on someone.

The image felt surreal to him, yet it was indeed real.

“Brother.”

Jiang Wanze pulled back his thoughts and called out.

In front of the desk, the man lightly ‘hmm’ed in response, switching the computer screen to another window, “Just now, Songwu Manor sent over a video, take a look.”

Jiang Wanze looked up to see a large projector in the study projecting a video.

The video showed him, drunk, clutching a wine bottle as he stumbled out of a room, meandering aimlessly down the corridor before suddenly bumping into Luo Yuwei.

What followed were events from his memory.

At the end of the video, it showed him carrying Luo Yuwei into a room, staggering – what happened next was left unsaid.

The secret he thought would be hidden forever was thus blatantly exposed, and a mixture of shame, panic, and anxiety simultaneously surged in Jiang Wanze’s eyes, “Brother, listen to my explanation…”

“I’m not interested in your personal affairs,” Bo Tingshen’s tone was indifferent, his gaze fixed on the jade pendant he gripped tightly in the video.

The jade pendant had two striking characters carved into it—Ye Xian.

“But…”

The man slowly lifted his head, and from the depths of his dark, profound eyes shot an aggressive, ghostly light. Through plain glasses, it was like a cold, long sword, pressing against his throat.

“Put away those thoughts you shouldn’t have, and don’t let me see them again. Ye Xian is my person, and nobody else is allowed to covet her,” he warned.

A ghastly chill climbed up his spine and suddenly seized Jiang Wanze’s meridians, quelling all his emotions at that moment.

Only fear remained.

Profound fear.

It turned out he had shown him this video not to reprimand him, but to warn him, to strike at his core.

In the past, whether he casually asked about his work and life, or made a show of giving him the best resources, it was done from the position of the Bo Family head, or nominally as a brother, to make him submit, to feel grateful, to at least acknowledge that he was a part of the Bo Family, even if reluctantly so.

But today, he was threatened and coerced in the capacity of a man.

Only now did he truly feel the oppressive weight from this brother at the pinnacle, sharp and heavy, leaving him breathless.

In fact, it was unnecessary. From the moment he saw that scene in the audio-visual room, he had completely given up. Perhaps that drunken night was the last flicker of hope in his heart, his last act of bravery.

It was a pity that even this final act ended in such a pathetic and laughable manner.

This competition, which had ended before it even began, was nothing but a joke to him, a deluded joke.

“I understand,” he said at last.

After a long time, Jiang Wanze lowered his head, feeling as if all the strength had been drained from his body, his eyes dim and lusterless.

He didn’t know how he had managed to walk out, only hearing as he reached the door, the man seemed to say again, “Remember what you want.”

He knows what he wants?

Does he even care anymore what he wants?

Just a moment ago, he had thought he was going to be kicked out of the Bo Family.

Jiang Wanze turned to glance at the man.

It seemed he would never understand him, not even a little.