He Really Played the Field

The Yan Family relatives had finally experienced the joy and urgency of witnessing juicy gossip firsthand. They wished their ears could grow right beside Song Yichuan's mouth, and that they could reach out and poke him. What is it? Hurry up and say it! You're killing us!

Yan Qudong, the person involved, was consumed by guilt. Just then, he spotted the security guards approaching and quickly waved his hand. "Throw him out! If anyone lets another rabid dog in next time, pack up and leave the company!"

"Fuck you! I'm not leaving! This is my fucking home! Let go of me!"

Watching the cursing Yan Tiancheng get hauled out by the guards, Yan Qudong turned and threatened the cameraman again. "Stop filming! This is my family's privacy. If it gets exposed, I'll sue your production team!"

"Mr. Yan, we already signed the filming agreement. You can't go back on your word, can you?"

The cameraman scratched his head. "Besides, this is a livestream. Isn't it a little too late to say that now? I found it!"

The inner voice rang out at once. Yan Qudong subconsciously raised a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. This guy really played the field when he was young. He actually went for both men and women?

Wait, she's the current ex-boyfriend of the one on the bottom. He still has the photos in his hands and extorts a few million from time to time. These brother and sister are really something—two of a kind. What a waste of my Brother Yu!

Song Yichuan cast Yan Jinyu a sympathetic look.

Tsk. Such an outstanding, tough guy—how did he end up with a father like that? Could it be a genetic mutation?

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Quick, quick! He's fainted from rage! Help the master up!"

The servants and security guards scrambled about in a panic, but the Yan Family relatives were wildly excited.

"Whoa, so the old fox likes that sort too? Wouldn't there be even more options to send over?"

"Get another strong, muscular man to block their view. Let's go!"

Yan Jinyu pulled Song Yichuan over.

"It's messy and ugly. Hmm, that works too."

Song Yichuan nodded.

The fans who had suddenly flooded over were stunned. "Oh, we just heard things were exciting over here and came to watch the drama. You're leaving already?"

"Exactly! Following Lu Chen home was boring to death. Nothing interesting happened, and the two of them were faker than the other. Hey, what's going on here?"

"Can any sisters explain? How did there end up being two people in less than an hour?"

"It's a long story."

When the two walked out of the Yan Family villa side by side, night had just begun to fall, and a gentle breeze drifted past.

After getting into the van, Song Yichuan checked the time on his phone and rubbed his stomach with his other hand.

Yan Jinyu's deep, magnetic voice sounded. "Still not full? Let's go somewhere else."

"Whose place?"

Song Yichuan lifted his eyes. "Li Jiang's?"

A faint smile tugged at Yan Jinyu's lips. "At this hour, we can make it in time."

Song Yichuan thought of the crispy pork belly that the chef at home was best at making and swallowed. "Sure."

Yan Jinyu's smile deepened. Shiyu, okay. Chuanbao is really adorable.

With that thought, he withdrew his gaze and tapped the twenty-four-key keyboard on his phone. "Find the old fox's photos and send them to me."

Song Yichuan's mother immediately beamed when she received her son's call. "Chuanbao, why did you suddenly think of your mom?"

"You're coming home?"

She subconsciously glanced at Lu Chen, looking a little awkward. "Of course you're welcome."

"But Chuanbao wants crispy pork belly."

"Sure, I'll make it right away."

The moment Song Yichuan's mother hung up, his father leaned over. "Is Xiaochuan bringing his boyfriend home?"

"She didn't say he was her boyfriend, but I think that's what it sounds like."

The smile on Qin Shuyuan's lips never faded as she got up and headed for the kitchen.

"Old Xu, hurry and show us what you've got. My son wants crispy pork belly."

Seeing this, Lu Chen forced out a smile at the dining table. "Uncle Song, is Xiaochuan coming home?"

"Didn't he go to the Yan Family with Yan Jinyu? Maybe he couldn't get used to their food."

Song Deyi's tone was perfunctory. "Their place is in complete chaos right now. It's better for him not to stay there long."

He also hurriedly stood up. "Hey, Zhou Chen, Lu Chen, you two keep eating. I'll go take a look in the kitchen."

The Song couple's delight was written all over their faces, forming a sharp contrast with the politeness they had shown when Lu Chen had first returned.

Even though he knew these two had no blood relation to him, he could not help feeling jealous and resentful. They made adoption sound so righteous back then, but they still play favorites. They're utterly hypocritical!

Besides, hadn't Song Yichuan gone to the Yan Family?

Why was he suddenly coming back?

Is he deliberately trying to disgust me?

Lu Chen gritted his teeth, making a faint sound.

Fu Zhouchi, who had suddenly become very cheerful, laughed beside him. "Hm? Did you bite into a rock or something?"

Lu Chen curved his lips and turned his head, about to respond, when he noticed Fu Zhouchi seeming to glance toward the door casually.

He paused. "What are you looking at?"

"Uh... nothing." Fu Zhouchi withdrew his gaze and muttered inwardly, Why did he suddenly come home?

Could he be coming to see me?

The smug expression that suddenly appeared on his face after that inward cursing was fully seen by Lu Chen, whose expression grew even darker and uglier.

Finally, amid the Song couple's eager anticipation, the villa's doorbell rang.

"They're here, they're here!" Before the servant could take a step, Qin Shuyuan jogged over and eagerly opened the door.

"Chuanbao! Mom hasn't heard your inner voice for days. I missed you to death."

"Hello, Auntie."

Yan Jinyu greeted her politely.

Qin Shuyuan nodded.

"Ah, come in quickly."

As Song Yichuan walked into the villa, he kept peering toward the dining room.

"The crispy pork is ready, it's ready. It's on the table now."

Qin Shuyuan grabbed her precious eldest son's hand.

"Why did you suddenly come back?"

"Was the Yan Family's food not good?"

"Ah, it was fine. Mainly, someone fainted, so we couldn't stay there."

Come to think of it, that's really strange. Yan Qudong only got mocked a few times by someone else's son. Did he really need to faint dead away?

He was pretty calm when someone took nude photos of him and blackmailed him!

The smile on Song Deyi's face froze as he came over.

"Whose nude photos?"

"Yan Qudong's!"

What the hell? The Yan Family really keeps producing one explosive scandal after another!

Right, I should tell Xiaonan about Yan Quxue keeping a pretty boy and getting scammed out of money. It might prevent and treat a love-struck brain.

Qin Shuyuan's heart, which had only just recovered, clenched sharply again. Keeping a pretty boy? Getting scammed out of money? Did Yan Quxue, that woman with eyes on the top of her head, really do that?

"Ha, so she's love-struck!"

"Oh dear, Xiaonan doesn't share her surname. He can't let her cut him up."