Who Do You Think You Are?

"Older brother," Yan Xianjue said, still acting as though it were not enough, "I feel our investment in this club bears further discussion."

Yan Yi'an nodded, neither saying it was good nor bad.

Yet everyone present saw that he had taken Yan Xianjue's words to heart.

Yan Ci gave Yan Xianjue a stifled, resentful sweep of his eyes.

The coach, standing closer to Yan Ci, was caught unawares by the backlash of that glare.

He was startled by the emotion carried in that sideways glance.

Li Yang froze entirely.

He instinctively looked toward Yan Xianjue, wanting him to help him.

And quickly remembered that Yan Xianjue was the one who had caused all of this.

Immediately withdrawing his gaze, he gave up; this young master was far too uncontrollable.

The things he had yet to do were unfinished, and he could not afford to be driven out of the club by Yan Ci right now.

Having made up his mind, Li Yang's expression shifted instantly.

His teeth gently bit down on his lower lip, revealing an air of innocence and bewilderment.

He rapidly glanced at Yan Xianjue, then lowered his head, speaking in a small voice: "I'm sorry, Captain Yan."

He apologized with a sincere attitude: "It was my fault for speaking wrongly just now."

He bowed deeply toward Yan Xianjue's direction: "I'm sorry, young master, I'm the one who said things just now that caused you to misunderstand."

Without arguing over the reason, he straightened his posture again right after speaking, burying his head slightly.

He looked thoroughly guilt-ridden for having botched this meeting with the investors.

[Brilliant!]

Yan Xianjue applauded him inwardly.

[That stubborn, strong, yet innocent little look.]

[Misunderstood by the pampered young master, yet choosing to take the blame upon himself and swallow his grievances so that Yan Ci wouldn't offend the investor.]

[If I weren't this young master himself, I'd applaud him too!]

Yan Xianjue's interested gaze hovered back and forth between Yan Ci and Li Yang.

[Didn't Li Yang use this exact trick to get on Second Brother's good side before?]

[Tch.]

Yan Ci rubbed the goosebumps on his arms.

His voice turned cold: "Are you saying he's lying?"

Li Yang was aiming precisely for this effect.

He wanted Yan Ci to think that this young master had misconstrued the meaning of his words.

Yet he knew he could not say it out loud himself.

The young master's parents were still staring at him like tigers eyeing their prey!

He would have to be insane to proactively pin the blame on the young master to his face.

However, he could leave things vague and let Yan Ci fill in the blanks himself.

He pressed his lips together and remained silent, but his expression already unmistakably conveyed affirmation.

Yet what Li Yang never expected was this.

Yan Ci suddenly let out a scoff at him.

He mocked: "What do you think you are? Who do you think you are to let him frame you?"

"Stop putting on that expression like everyone is bullying you, it's quite sickening."

"Did you forget there are surveillance cameras all over the base?"

"Yan Ci?" Li Yang snapped his head up, unable to believe what he was hearing.

He had thought that during this time, some trust had already been cultivated between him and Yan Ci.

He knew Yan Ci had rushed home yesterday precisely because he had believed his words.

He had obtained proof that Yan Ci's older brother was not his biological brother, and had gone home to confront his oldest brother.

"Yan Ci, did you hear something from someone? That's not what I meant."

"I didn't say the young master framed me." "I just... I just..."

Li Yang's eyes suddenly lit up, as if remembering something: "Yan Ci, this is all a conspiracy."

"It must be your oldest brother who found out that I told you he isn't biological."

"That's why they had them come today..."

The coach abruptly reached out and covered Li Yang's mouth.

He was terrified the man would blurt out any more earth-shattering nonsense.

"Mm... mm... let..." Li Yang struggled desperately.

The coach himself was not someone who worked out frequently.

Yet Li Yang's body had long been hollowed out by drugs.

Though the coach felt somewhat strange, he pinned Li Yang down with ease.

He explained: "Li Yang seems to have a bit of a fever, I'll take him back to the dorm."

"Captain Yan, please don't mind the nonsense he's spouting."

Yan Ci did not delve into the flaws in his words.

He smiled coldly: "Back to the dorm, is it?"

"As it happens, we're heading that way, let's escort him over."

Yan Xianjue looked at Second Brother, then looked at Eldest Brother.

He slapped his thigh hard!

[Is it what I think it is? Did Second Brother secretly go call the police behind my back?]

[No wonder Eldest Brother wouldn't let me call the police; it turns out he wanted Second Brother to handle it personally!]

[I suspected Li Yang was having drug withdrawal symptoms just now, and now it looks like it's 100% confirmed.]

[Given Li Yang's emotional intelligence, he couldn't possibly say something so illogical unless he was withdrawing.]

[He'd only suffer in silence, and then wait until we left to insinuate to Second Brother how wronged he was.]

[Hehe, but I'm not scared now. Since Second Brother said they're going to the dorm, the police must have found evidence already, right?]

Yan Xianjue's eyes shone brightly as he looked at Yan Ci.

Yan Ci turned his head away; he was not about to explain things to Yan Xianjue, the guy who had intercepted his pocket money and laughed at him!

Even if he put on puppy dog eyes, it wouldn't work.

Yan Xianjue stared for a moment, then withdrew his gaze with great regret.

It seemed Second Brother was not going to clear things up for him.

[Second Brother just isn't as generous as Eldest Brother!]

Yan Xianjue cast the same look at Eldest Brother, figuring Eldest Brother definitely knew something.

"Ahem," Yan Yi'an also turned his head away, "I'll go get the car."

Mother Yan stopped him: "It's not far, let's walk."

[I remember there's a private seafood restaurant not far from the dorms, right?]

[I haven't had king crab in forever, I'm craving it so much.]

[Saliva.]

Mother Yan paused. What kind of family were they?

Could a child be left craving king crab?

Mother Yan: "We haven't dined out in ages, let's not go home for dinner tonight."

Yan Ci caught on immediately: "Out the side gate of the dorms, there's a private seafood restaurant."

"I'm very close with the owner, how about we eat there tonight?"

Mother Yan nodded reservedly in agreement.

Awaiting the familiar showering of praise from her youngest son.

[Wow! As expected of Mom, we share a telepathic connection. When I was eating crab roe buns this morning, I was already craving seafood!]

[Mom is so awesome! I wonder if that private restaurant has garlic-roasted oysters, and I want crab roe buns too.]

[Oh right! I also want to drink seafood and luffa soup.]

Yan Ci rolled his eyes. You sure have a lot of demands.

Father Yan chimed in cheerfully: "Your mother and I are getting older, we want something light to drink tonight."

[Dad, long live!]

Yan Xianjue reckoned that since both parents had stated their preferences, it was his turn.

He hastily chimed in: "I want oysters, roasted is better, steamed if they don't have roasted."

Having said that, he crossed his hands to form a giant X: "No sashimi."

Right after, like passing a baton, he blinked at Yan Yi'an.

Signaling that it was Eldest Brother's turn.

Yan Yi'an chuckled and played along: "Crab roe buns."

[Our family's tastes are actually this similar! As expected of a family!]

"Fine, fine, I get it."

Yan Ci rolled his eyes and impatiently agreed. Ordering one by one like that—weren't they all just things Yan Xianjue loved to eat?

With his fingers flying across his phone, Yan Xianjue leaned over to take a peek.

He nodded in satisfaction.

[Second Brother is still quite sensible after all.]

[All bark and no bite.]

[With that temper, if the family didn't pamper him, who knows how badly he'd get taken advantage of out in the world.]

Yan Xianjue muttered his critiques inwardly.

The typing speed of Yan Ci's hands grew even faster.

Pressing send, Yan Ci put away his phone and said to the coach with a stern face: "Let's go to the dorm."