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

160: Side Story (1) Parallel World 08 - The Magical Document BagNear noon, the father and son rushed back to the Yan Family home.

”Isn’t Qinghe coming back?” Yan Zhuohua couldn’t help but ask when he didn’t see Yan Qinghe at the dining table.

Yan Jinming added a few pieces of braised pork to his plate before slowly replying, ”Usually, no one is home for lunch on weekdays. Everyone is at work or school, so they eat out. When you go to school tomorrow, you’ll go with Qinghe. Our family opened a shop right at the school gate specifically so it would be convenient for the children to have lunch and a midday nap.”

Yan Zhuohua nodded, seeing for the first time someone opening a shop specifically for their children’s lunch.

After lunch and a nap, Yan Jinming went out to work. The transfer procedures didn’t require them to appear in person; Yan Jinming handled it directly through his assistant.

As for Yan Zhuohua, he spent the time getting to know the Yan Family’s main residence, accompanied by the butler, Uncle Ye. The main residence covered a vast area with many rooms and floors. By the time he finished his tour, Yan Qinghe had already happily returned from school.

Yan Zhuohua was quite surprised to see him back at this hour. ”Don’t you have evening self-study?”

”Nope.” Yan Qinghe put down his schoolbag and leaned in close to Yan Zhuohua. ”Our school’s morning and evening self-study sessions are truly voluntary. Many classmates live far away, and it’s inconvenient for the cars picking them up if it’s too late.”

It made sense; this was an Elite School with top-tier faculty and resources. More importantly, the students’ family backgrounds were generally excellent, and they had been receiving private tutoring since childhood. Naturally, their grades were much better than those of ordinary students. With such a good educational atmosphere at home, it didn’t really matter where they studied in the evening.

Besides, many of them didn’t really need exceptional grades; it was all about networking.

After dinner, Yan Qinghe happily dragged him upstairs to be alone, claiming he was helping him pack for school tomorrow and telling him about the school and their class.

As soon as they entered the room, he thrust a stack of documents into Yan Zhuohua’s hands.

”What’s this?” Yan Zhuohua asked him, bewildered.

Yan Qinghe didn’t say anything, only gesturing for him to look for himself.

Helpless, Yan Zhuohua had no choice but to look down and flip through them, and his face instantly turned red.

His hands trembled slightly, his voice filled with embarrassment and annoyance. ”Where... where did you get these things?”

Without a doubt, these were identical to the file packagess Yan Qinghe had seen in his dreams. Back then, he had watched his dream-self download these things and had been shy and indignant for a long time. Over time, he had witnessed the wonders of these file packagess. If his dear wife could also... hehe.

”I personally found these at noon and printed them out myself. Read them carefully and learn well. When we get married, we can put them into practice!” Look how smart I am! If I start training my wife now, I’ll be able to get whatever I want in the future, won’t I?

Yan Qinghe was smug. I’m not like that fool who gets kicked out of bed by his wife every day! I can wrap my beautiful wife around my finger!

He did indeed have him wrapped around his finger. This Yan Zhuohua was different from the one in his dream who grew up pampered, capable, and confident. Having just escaped from a quagmire to come here, he naturally hadn’t shaken off his psychological reserve and the mindset of ”staying under someone else’s roof means being obedient and sensible.”

So, enduring the shame, Yan Zhuohua still nodded. ”I will... study them well.”

Ultimately, these were just romantic interests for after they were married; at most, they were a bit embarrassing, but not unacceptable.

Hearing Yan Zhuohua’s answer, Yan Qinghe was even happier. ”Don’t rush, these are just for a bit of fun. We still have three years until we get married. Don’t let this interfere with your studies, rest, or leisure time. Just read them slowly when you’re free.” I’d better explain, or my wife might misunderstand and think I see him as some kind of mess, and it wouldn’t be good to hinder his growth and development.

Yan Zhuohua obediently put away the stack of papers that had made him flush with embarrassment.

*

On Wednesday, Yan Zhuohua and Yan Qinghe prepared to go to school together.

Before they left, Jiang Fuyue pulled Yan Zhuohua aside and gave him many instructions, while also telling Yan Qinghe to take good care of him. Finally, she pulled Yan Qinghe aside privately.

”When you get to school, just introduce him as our family’s legitimate Third Young Master. Don’t start by saying he’s your fiancé. You’re both still young; hearing that would make people look down on Zhuohua. He’s just arrived in an environment that’s worlds apart from his past, so you need to pay more attention to his state of mind.”

Yan Qinghe had planned to do that anyway, so he naturally had no objections. ”I understand, Mom.”

Jiang Fuyue turned back satisfied to straighten Yan Zhuohua’s collar, gave him a few more instructions, and then let them leave.

At school, Yan Qinghe indeed introduced Yan Zhuohua as the Yan Family’s Third Young Master to his group of friends, led by Sheng Xufeng. With Yan Qinghe’s firm attitude, the Yan Family’s full support, and the fact that everyone was practically a young adult who had received a good education since childhood—making them much more sophisticated than their peers—there were naturally no instances of backstabbing or school bullying.

Consequently, Yan Zhuohua’s school days were quite smooth and happy, aside from having to deal with Yan Qinghe’s occasional ”harassment.”

This peaceful and bright life, unlike anything he had ever known, continued until the winter break drew near.

With final exams approaching, Yan Zhuoyang took some rare time off from his military training to check on his younger brothers’ studies.

Yan Zhuoyan was the same age as him and never needed supervision; he had already been at the Research Institute doing research with their mother for half a year. Meanwhile, Yan Zhuole, his uncle’s daughter who was younger than him, didn’t live with them often. Thus, Yan Zhuoyang’s unused brotherly duties mostly fell upon Yan Qinghe.

Now that Yan Zhuohua had joined the family, he felt even more passionate about disciplining his younger brothers.

Yan Qinghe had played ball with Sheng Xufeng and the others today, so he insisted on heading straight to the bathroom for a shower after dinner. Consequently, Yan Zhuoyang ushered Yan Zhuohua into the study first.

”Bring me your homework and notes so I can take a look.”

Yan Zhuohua obediently took his books out of his schoolbag, but a few A4 papers covered in text accidentally fell out and drifted down to Yan Zhuoyang’s feet.

Yan Zhuohua: ”!”

Yan Zhuoyang glanced at Yan Zhuohua’s terrified expression and the densely packed, illegible text on the papers, thinking it was some kind of novel. He bent down to pick them up.

”What are you so nervous about? It’s not like I’m forbidding you from reading novels; just exercise some moderation...”

The study remained silent for a long time.

”Where did this come from?”