"That look in your eyes easily gives people the impression that you’re wanting but unfulfilled. What, did Grandpa wake up at the wrong ti?"
Thinking that both of their phones were called once, and only then did a certain man return the call, Feng Yan seed to conjure up the image.
"So what if he did? Are you jealous?" Gu Beicheng furrowed his thick brows.
"I may not like Xia Chuxue, but I’m not interested in flirting with my sister-in-law either." Feng Yan replied lightly.
"I’m serious. We’ve had this peaceful life for too long; a storm could co at any ti. You ought to be clear on this, right?"
"If the higher-ups find out about Xia Yinian, do you think there won’t be any problems?"
Feng Yan looked at Gu Beicheng, sincerely trying to warn him.
"Perhaps when you truly like soone, the words you say might be different." Gu Beicheng quietly retorted.
"Are you serious?" Feng Yan kept his gaze steady on him.
"When have I not been serious about what I do?" Gu Beicheng shot another glance at the person across from him.
"But, aren’t you a little too concerned about Nian Nian?" He frowned, looking provocative.
Feng Yan was a little speechless. What’s going on today? He almost felt like his sincere words had been fed to the dogs.
"You see how much Grandpa cares for Nian Nian, how could I not be concerned about her? If Grandpa tells him to marry her, I think I’d imdiately agree."
"What do you an? Didn’t you say you weren’t interested in flirting with your sister-in-law?" Gu Beicheng’s thick eyebrows lightly furrowed, now it was his turn to be serious.
"I an it literally." Feng Yan cast him a sidelong glance, then lowered his head and opened the drawer.
He took out a stack of docunts and placed them in front of Gu Beicheng.
"You’d better take a look at these materials first."
Gu Beicheng casually opened the docunts on the table and began flipping through them.
Seeing his calm deanor, Feng Yan couldn’t help but let out a slight sigh.
For a woman, how rich was Seventh Young Master’s expression just now?
Unexpectedly, when it ca to serious matters, he was able to remain calm.
Feng Yan no longer doubted his words; this guy was definitely serious.
But whether his seriousness is a good thing or a bad thing for Nian Nian, who knows?
Thinking of Grandpa’s expression just now, Feng Yan couldn’t help but feel uneasy, a feeling that hadn’t even arisen upon seeing those docunts.
"Alright, I got it." Gu Beicheng casually tossed the files, which landed squarely in front of Feng Yan.
Feng Yan picked up the docunts and once again placed them back in the drawer, securing it with a fingerprint lock.
"No matter what your final decision is, make sure to protect that girl. Otherwise, when Grandpa wakes up, I’ll have a lot to deal with."
"You don’t need to worry about my affairs." Gu Beicheng stood up and turned to leave.
His expression didn’t change much, but his silhouette seed heavier.
Gu Beicheng pushed the door open and walked out, watching as a lonely figure appeared in the hallway.
His feet hesitated for a mont before he kept moving forward.
"Nian Nian, what’s wrong?"
Xia Yinian turned her head to glance at the man and then diverted her gaze, looking at the first-floor hall.
"Nothing."
She just felt, what’s the use of having so much money? Looking at the luxurious decor in front of her, she could imagine how rich the Feng Family truly was.
But no matter how rich, when you’re sick, you’re still going to suffer.
Ah Yen probably feels helpless too, and of course, so does Beicheng.
Both of them are such capable people, yet they can only watch as the ones they care about suffer.
Although everyone is trying their best, there are still so many things that are beyond control.
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