Shocking! The Fake Young Master Has Been Won Over by the Real Young Master!

145: I am a hardworking flower picker!The morning breeze gradually died down, and the bright sunlight shone on the vibrant flowers, turning the sparkling, translucent dewdrops on the leaves into invisible water vapor bit by bit.

Then, it condensed on Yan Qinghe’s forehead in another form.

Yan Qinghe pulled another tissue from his pocket to wipe his sweat and then continued picking flowers.

Not far away, the manager of Flower City watched with trembling legs and numb limbs. Yan Qinghe wouldn’t let anyone follow him, so this manager, specifically arranged by the behind-the-scenes boss of Flower City to serve the Head of the Yan Family, could only watch helplessly as this ”powerfully influential” big shot worked continuously from before eight in the morning until nearly noon, working up a sweat in the early May weather.

If he ended up exhausted or hurt his back, how could he explain it to the boss? Selling himself by the pound probably wouldn’t be enough to cover it. He had finally found such a safe, easy, and high-paying job; he couldn’t possibly lose his life on the very first day of opening, could he?

After agonizing for a long time, the manager grabbed a bottle of water and jogged over to Yan Qinghe’s side for the fourth time.

”Chairman Yan, the sun is almost overhead. Why don’t you take a break?” If you don’t go rest, I might have to call a medical team to stand by!

Yan Qinghe took the water handed over by the manager, opened it, and took several large gulps.

”Manager Xu, are you married?”

Manager Xu scratched his head, not understanding how the topic had jumped there. ”No...”

Yan Qinghe gave a meaningful smile. ”That’s why you don’t understand why I’m not resting.”

Wait, what does that have to do with anything?

”I... don’t quite understand,” Manager Xu tried to ask. ”Does that have any connection?”

Yan Qinghe thumped his stiffening lower back a few times, and once he felt a bit better, he turned and patted Manager Xu on the shoulder.

”Of course it does.” Yan Qinghe imitated his uncle, putting on the air of an experienced middle-aged man. ”If your wife punishes you with work, would you dare to slack off?”

”...Ha, haha,” Manager Xu gave a dry laugh. So you two husbands are just using us for your roleplay?

Yan Qinghe ignored Manager Xu’s awkwardness and continued rambling, ”I see Manager Xu is several years older than me, right? Why aren’t you married? Marriage is great!”

Yan Qinghe paused. ”You know my spouse, right?”

”I know, I know!” To serve the Head of the Yan Family well, Manager Xu had done thorough research beforehand. Besides, Yan Zhuohua and Yan Qinghe had never hidden their relationship, so he naturally knew all about it.

Yan Qinghe nodded with satisfaction. ”He’s great in every way—beautiful, smart, capable...”

Manager Xu gave a numb smile.

”...It’s just that his temper is a bit explosive sometimes, and he’s always ’beating’ me at home.”

Then don’t you just deserve it? Do you think I can’t tell you’re just humble-bragging here? ”Director Yan also comes from a wealthy family; he’s bound to have a bit of a temper.”

”That’s true.” Yan Qinghe agreed wholeheartedly. ”But it’s fine. He even looks good when he’s hitting me. I love it to bits.”

...Go ahead and get beaten then, you love-brain. You won’t even make a sound when you’re hit!

Manager Xu really didn’t want to chat with this ”love-brain” head of the family anymore, who acted like a senior on the surface but hadn’t even graduated from university. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

”Let’s go and rest first.”

This time, Yan Qinghe didn’t refuse and followed Manager Xu away quite readily.

By the time he had changed his clothes, washed his hands and face, and driven to the pre-booked private restaurant room, the hour hand on the wall was already pointing a bit to the right of the top.

The food had been ordered in advance and was ready to be served. Yan Qinghe took this time to make a video call to Yan Zhuohua.

By the time he had accompanied him for a meal over the phone, coaxed him to sleep, and acted as a human alarm clock by calling him back on time, it was already past two o’clock.

Yan Qinghe’s phone on the table chimed.

”Chairman Yan, the person has been brought here.”

Yan Qinghe glanced at it and replied directly: ”Bring him straight in.”

A few minutes later, the door to the private room opened, and Ning Wei, whom he hadn’t seen for several years, walked in.

”Sit.” Ji Yang had already thoughtfully closed the door and left. Yan Qinghe gestured for Ning Wei to take a seat.

”So you do remember your old man! Where’s Yan Zhuohua? Tell him to come see me!”

”He won’t be coming.”

”What do you mean he won’t come! I’m his biological father. So what if he dared to send me to prison back then? Now that I’m out, he still has to provide for me in my old age!”

Yan Qinghe took a sip of tea. ”You probably don’t know yet, but Yan Zhuohua and I are married.”

”What did you say?” Ning Wei was shocked at first, but then quickly put on a look of disdain. ”What kind of joke is this? Two men getting married?”

”I’m not lying to you. There’s already a precedent in the Yan Family. We had our wedding last year.”

Ning Wei suddenly stood up, sweeping the tea set off the table and onto the floor. ”What nonsense are you talking! You two! Aren’t you disgusted with yourselves!”

”Not as disgusted as I am by you.”

”Shut up!” Ning Wei flew into a rage, his arm raised high, but he hesitated to strike, wary of the current disparity in their physical strength. ”Ning Qinghe, I raised you! How dare you disobey me? I’m telling you, the two of you better split up immediately. Don’t even think about cutting off the Ning Family’s bloodline!”

Yan Qinghe gave a contemptuous smile. ”The Ning Family’s bloodline? Cutting it off would be doing the world a great service.”

As he spoke, Yan Qinghe slowly stood up under Ning Wei’s somewhat evasive and fearful gaze. ”And you should understand that both Zhuohua and I are named Yan. We have absolutely nothing to do with you.”

”You! If you don’t provide for me, I’ll sue you! He has my blood flowing in him, so he has to listen to me...”

”Haven’t those years in prison cleared your head? Do you think this is still like when I was a helpless child and you called the shots? Have you forgotten who it was that sent you inside in just a few moves?” Yan Qinghe sharply interrupted Ning Wei. ”And let me tell you, Yan Zhuohua is my man now. He listens to everything I say. So, if I don’t want you to see him or want him to provide for you, he’ll obediently do as I say.”

Saying this, Yan Qinghe stepped closer. ”Even if I told him to find some reason to send you back in... you’ve experienced his methods before; I’m sure they’re still fresh in your memory.”

Ning Wei slumped back into his chair, the muscles in his face twitching.

”So, what exactly did you bring me here to say?”

Yan Qinghe slowly straightened his cuffs. ”I’ve sold that old house in the south of the city. I used that money to buy you a new house in a small county town. You’ll leave for it in a while, and you are never to leave that town for the rest of your life.”

”Why should I listen to you! I’m not going!”

”You don’t have a choice.” Yan Qinghe picked up his phone and sent a message to Ji Yang, looking up with a disdainful smile. ”I’ll transfer two thousand yuan to you every month, which is enough for your food and clothing there. If you insist on sneaking away, then I’ll just have to find a way for you to stay in prison until you die.”

Ning Wei clenched his fists, his lips trembling with rage. Unfortunately, Yan Qinghe ignored him completely.

”Chairman Yan,” Ji Yang said as he pushed the door open and entered.

”Arrange a few Bodyguards and send him away.”

”Yes, sir.”