Mental Patients Must Not Drive!

Early the next morning.

Yan Xianjue walked downstairs in a daze.

His second brother's incident yesterday had wasted too much of his time, forcing him to stay up late finishing his homework.

In this life, he was the young master of the family, raised in luxury and comfort.

The enormous dark circles beneath his eyes were impossible to miss.

Watching him sway and shuffle downstairs at a snail's pace,

Yan Yi'an could not help urging him, "Come down and eat."

Yan Xianjue blinked hard and came to a surprised conclusion—

He really saw his eldest brother at the dining table!

[Oh my God! Big Brother actually eats meals!]

The hand holding Yan Yi'an's coffee cup trembled slightly.

What, was he no longer worthy of eating in this household?

*

Their brief interaction yesterday had already given Yan Yi'an enough information to analyze.

For example, he understood perfectly well now that if he did not want Yan Xianjue to anger him into fainting like Yan Ci,

then this was not the time to follow the younger man's inner thoughts.

Because if he did, Yan Xianjue would defeat him in a field where he was familiar with the rules of intelligence.

He calmly took a sip of iced coffee and succinctly informed him of the day's schedule. "I'll drop you off at school on the way later. Wait for me after school tonight, and I'll pick you up. Your second brother's team has an internal match tonight. Mom said you wanted to watch."

Yan Xianjue's eyes lit up. "Really?"

He rubbed his fingertips together and swiftly sat in the seat closest to his eldest brother.

"Didn't Mom say I could only go after the Gaokao? Did she agree?"

Yan Yi'an raised an eyebrow. "You don't want to go? Then I'll help you turn it down..."

Yan Xianjue hurriedly cut him off. "I want to go, I want to go, I want to go!"

Seeing that he still wanted to say more, Yan Yi'an tapped his plate with his chopsticks. "Eat."

Yan Xianjue gave a soft "hmph" and shifted his attention to his breakfast.

*

The kitchen had prepared a plate of crab roe soup dumplings and a steaming cup of soy milk, just as he liked.

On school days, the family generally ate breakfast separately.

His parents, who did not need to work, usually got up around an hour later than he did.

Yan Xianjue envied them deeply and wondered when he would finally be able to enjoy such a wonderful retired life in this lifetime.

Yan Xianjue narrowed his eyes and took a bite. Sure enough, compared with coffee and toast, he still preferred Chinese breakfasts!

After quietly dissing his eldest brother's dry toast, Yan Xianjue quickly finished his breakfast.

Yan Yi'an pretended not to hear Yan Xianjue secretly comparing their meals in his head.

To him, there was no distinction between delicious and not delicious. He had very little material desire, and eating was merely a means of maintaining his health.

Only a carefree kid like Yan Xianjue would fuss even over a single breakfast.

To his surprise, Yan Yi'an did not find the feeling unpleasant.

At the very least, compared with Yan Ci, this younger brother was already adorable enough.

*

And Yan Yi'an's way of showing affection was simple.

After Yan Xianjue finished breakfast, Yan Yi'an took the backpack Yan Xianjue had left on the sofa of his own accord.

Ignoring Yan Xianjue's astonished gaze, he naturally and skillfully placed it in the back seat of his low-key Maybach.

As though it contained not Yan Xianjue's error-riddled physics homework, but enormous contracts worth hundreds of millions.

"Uncle Liu, go to the young master's school first," Yan Yi'an instructed the driver.

"Yes, Young Master," Uncle Liu's honest, good-natured voice came from the driver's seat.

Yan Xianjue fastened his seat belt, then, still feeling unsafe, hugged his backpack to his chest.

[Wait!]

Yan Xianjue suddenly remembered something and asked tentatively, "Why is Uncle Liu driving today?"

Yan Yi'an opened his iPad and began browsing his work email, answering casually, "Uncle Lu's mother is ill. He took an extended leave to go back and care for her."

Uncle Lu, whom Yan Yi'an had mentioned, was a retired soldier. He was not only the Yan Household's driver but also a bodyguard.

In Yan Xianjue's memories, Uncle Lu generally drove whenever Father Yan, Mother Yan, and he went out.

Yan Yi'an, meanwhile, usually drove himself or had an assistant drive. Mother Yan had scolded him many times for it, saying it was not safe enough.

[Uncle Lu never seemed to appear in the novel. Did he just never come back after taking this leave?]

Yan Xianjue was panicking, but his experience from his previous life told him not to badmouth a driver while inside his car.

[What do I do, what do I do? I remember this Uncle Liu is mentally ill!!!]

Yan Xianjue felt as though his little life was about to end here.

Thinking the young master was merely unfamiliar with him, Uncle Liu chuckled good-naturedly and reassured him, "Rest assured, Young Master. I know the route to school well too. I won't make you late."

Yan Xianjue gave a stiff laugh.

Having heard Yan Xianjue's inner thoughts, Yan Yi'an naturally raised the partition in the back seat.

"What? You don't like Uncle Liu?" Yan Yi'an asked. "If you don't like him, I'll replace him."

"How could that be?" Yan Xianjue lowered his eyes, nervously picking at his backpack strap with his fingers.

He looked like a little bird so uneasy that its feathers were about to stand on end.

At the same time, Yan Xianjue screamed inwardly:

[Oh my God! Let me make this clear first: I have no issue with mentally ill people, but that does not include letting them drive!!!]

[If I tell Big Brother directly that I don't like him, will he think I'm too troublesome?]

Yan Yi'an's expression was complicated. The little guy really had two faces.

But mentally ill? Yan Yi'an's fingers began tapping softly.

It was a habitual movement he made whenever he was thinking.

Yan Yi'an said, "Uncle Lu should be back soon. When he returns, he'll be put in charge of the household again."

Yan Xianjue nodded reluctantly.

[Uncle Lu probably won't be coming back, sob sob sob. Uncle Liu was driving when Mom and Dad got into that car accident. There was a traffic jam, he got agitated and had an episode right in the car, then drove straight into the river. Is that something a normal person would do?!]

[When they wanted to hold him accountable afterward, Uncle Liu's family immediately produced his psychiatric report. At most, the Yan Household could send him to a mental hospital!]

Yan Xianjue's handsome little face was drawn tight.

The tip of his tongue pressed lightly against his cheek, and the words urging his eldest brother to replace him directly stopped at his lips.

But he could not do that. He had been a working man in his previous life too. If someone lost his job just because Yan Xianjue said he did not like him,

an angry worker might very well retaliate against society.

He needed to find a reasonable excuse.

*

Before Yan Xianjue could think of a solution, the car had already pulled smoothly up to the school gates.

He hesitated before saying, "Big Brother, would you like to take a look around my school?"

The clumsy excuse was so embarrassing that Yan Xianjue's toes kept curling against the concrete.

Yan Yi'an's hand, which had been about to close the car window, paused.

During the ride, Yan Yi'an had already gathered enough from the information Yan Xianjue revealed to make some simple deductions.

Yan Xianjue might regard it as a simple car accident, but he would not.

The Yan Household placed great importance on family safety. The household's drivers and bodyguards had all been selected through rigorous screening.

How had a mentally ill person passed the selection process and avoided the Yan Household's mandatory comprehensive medical examination?

If he leaned further into conspiracy theories, was Uncle Lu's mother's illness man-made?

All to draw away this bodyguard the Yan Household relied upon.

But the Yan Household had more than one bodyguard, so was the goal simply to plant someone in his home?

Since the person behind this could reach so far, they would certainly ensure that their pawn served a purpose at a crucial moment.

At least for now, he did not believe riding in Uncle Liu's car posed any safety risk.

Still, he appreciated Yan Xianjue's concern very much.

Yan Yi'an's way of expressing that appreciation was plain and straightforward.

Just as Yan Xianjue, having received no answer for so long, was about to turn and head toward the school gates,

Yan Yi'an's hand extended from the car window, two fingers holding a bank card as low-key as the Maybach.

Yan Xianjue sucked in a sharp breath and stammered, "Big Brother? This is?"

"Pocket money," Yan Yi'an answered briefly and decisively.

[Aahhh! Thank you, rich boss!]