Rebirth: You Save Me with Your Deep Love

It is normal for business to have profits and losses. No matter how powerful a businessman is, he cannot guarantee that he will only make profits without losses.

But now, these people are using such a poor excuse to criticize Mr. Yan's ability.

Mr. Yan’s tall and straight back seemed to be crushed in an instant, and his eyes, which had been vigorous, were now filled with dejection and disappointment.

He probably never thought that there would be a day when his own son would team up with outsiders to plot against and force his father!

I feel discouraged and extremely disappointed, but that's how it is.

Yan Qirui continued to speak, and every word pierced Mr. Yan's heart.

"Dad, my eldest brother is no longer with us. Now I am the only one who can take on the responsibility of running Sanyantang. You can hand over Sanyantang to me without any worries and enjoy your retirement..."

"I just donated Sanyantang to..."

"Who said you're the only one? I'm also one of those who can handle the three opinions!"

Two voices with completely different timbres sounded at the same time, attracting everyone in the room.

The former is full of resentment, but has a sense of helplessness and inability to do anything; the latter has an aura that is strong, firm and powerful, with the publicity and wantonness unique to young people.

Who on earth dared to act wildly at the Yushan Sect's Autumn Banquet?

Everyone turned to look at the door with confusion.

The warm sun of near noon shone on the steps in front of the hall, shining on the young man with exquisite clothes and handsome features, making the people in the house dazzled and unable to see clearly who the visitor was for a moment.

Yan Qirui was the first to lose his temper. He stood up and shouted angrily, "Who is this? How dare you come to my Yan family's territory to cause trouble? Security, throw him out!"

Just as Yan Qirui was shouting angrily, the man who came against the light finally revealed his true face.

The main room suddenly became extremely quiet, with only one or two surprised gasps heard occasionally.

In broad daylight... could it be a ghost? ?

Didn't they say Yan Fengchi had been missing for months and even the police couldn't find him? Then who the hell was this person with an aura of 2.8 meters in front of him?

Among all the people, Yan Qirui was the most surprised and shocked. He just stood there in a daze, and it took him a long time to react.

Yan Qirui seemed to be frightened, his eyes widened, and he pointed his trembling fingers at Yan Fengchi, and said hurriedly and incredulously: "You, you...what are you doing..."

Yan Fengchi chuckled and said disdainfully: "How can I still be alive? According to your plan, where should my nephew be at this time?"

When Yan Qirui heard this, he became even more flustered, "You... don't talk nonsense, how do you know about your business?"

"How could Second Uncle not know?" Yan Fengchi approached step by step, the look in his eyes seemed to be neither smiling nor angry, making it hard to read.

"The scenery in northern Myanmar is really unique," Yan Fengchi came to Yan Qirui and patted his shoulder lightly.

"I also want to thank my second uncle. If it weren't for your help, I would not have been able to go to northern Myanmar. However, my second uncle was too cruel. He took away my passport and ID card, making me an illegal immigrant without a nationality or identity."

"Tsk tsk... Second Uncle, you killed your own nephew, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning and going to hell after you die?"

Yan Fengchi's voice was not loud and sharp, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.

When Grandpa Yan looked at his energetic grandson, tears instantly filled his eyes. When he stood up and wanted to take his grandson to him, he was stunned by Yan Fengchi's words.

The eldest grandson has been missing for so long, was it... caused by the second son?

After hearing what Yan Fengchi said, the others also began to talk and chat in low voices.

For a moment, scrutinizing and judgmental gazes surged in from all directions, as if they wanted to strip Yan Qirui naked, so as to see clearly what was hidden under this sanctimonious appearance.

After all, people like to listen to gossip and watch the fun, especially this kind of fight between relatives of wealthy families.

Feeling the contemptuous looks from everyone, Yan Qirui became even more panicked, and anxiously wanted to explain to everyone, "Don't listen to his nonsense, he is framing me, I don't know anything he said..."

Yan Fengchi looked at Yan Qirui, who was in panic. His face remained calm, and it was hard to tell whether he was angry or sad. He glanced at everyone around him and said loudly, "I can frame my second uncle, but I can't with the evidence."

After Yan Fengchi finished speaking, Li Bing behind him quickly stepped forward and spread several thick A4 papers on the conference table, making sure that everyone present had a copy.

Seeing this, Yan Qirui, who already had something to hide, immediately rushed over to grab one and began to look at it in panic.

Done! ! !

This was Yan Qirui’s first reaction after reading the contents on the paper.

Everything he did that day, the people he used, and even the place where he handled the black car he used to do the work were all discovered by Yan Fengchi.

And these photos. There is clearly no surveillance in that place. How could Yan Fengchi have these things?

And isn't he just obsessed with art and has no talent for managing a family? How come he suddenly became so powerful today?

But now is not the time to pursue these things. The most urgent task is to ensure that the contents of this paper cannot be seen by anyone else.

Then, such a funny and hilarious scene happened in the magnificent and solemn Yan Mansion.

The second young master of the Yan family, regardless of the presence of many guests and regardless of his status and face, actually ran around the room chasing the printed paper.

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Looking at his son who was making an ugly scene, Mr. Yan's expression, which had just softened a little because of his grandson's return, suddenly darkened again.

Old Master Yan blinked his eyes vigorously to relieve his fatigue and disappointment. He kept himself awake and looked at Yan Fengchi, calling out "Fengchi" in a majestic manner.

This call contains the love of a mother for her child, the longing for her child, and a warning.

You can do whatever you want with your family behind closed doors, but you shouldn't make your ugly deeds public and make outsiders laugh at you for no reason.

And the most important point is that if Yan Fengchi disregards ethics and filial piety today and is determined to convict Yan Qirui, then this matter may very likely become a major obstacle for him to take over Sanyantang in the future.

After all, the tradition of the Yushan School emphasizes morality and filial piety while emphasizing art.

However, Yan Fengchi, who had always been respectful to the old man, did not listen to the old man's wishes this time and chose to go his own way.

Coming to the old man and shaking his hand, Yan Fengchi whispered, "Grandpa, there is no construction without destruction. Destruction and then construction may be a way out."

Some of the precepts engraved in the Sanyantang do need to be changed, like the one on filial piety.

Only when the elders are kind and loving will the younger generations respect and be filial to them. If the elders are not kind and loving, how can the younger generations be respectful and obedient to them wholeheartedly?

After Yan Fengchi comforted the old man, he glanced at everyone present one by one, then took out a few envelopes from his pocket and threw them to the corresponding people at random.

The few people who received the envelope looked at Yan Fengchi in confusion, thinking in their hearts: What does this mean? He can't be trying to bribe us with money so that we all agree to him taking over Sanyantang, right?