Reborn, I am doing involution on Jinshan

"Assistant Yan, please continue. Have your people found out where she went?" The tall man held his cell phone and urged impatiently.

The person called Yan's special assistant said, "Mr. Chen, not yet, but I have used some means to restrict her from leaving the country. I only tracked her to the south. That place is not under the surveillance of our Yan Family Detective Agency. It will take some time to find her."

The man called Mr. Chen hung up the phone with a sullen expression. He walked back to the Duan office building, his face thick with murderous intent.

Special Assistant Yan looked at Su Han who was sitting on the sofa, leisurely crossing his legs and playing games on his mobile phone.

He said unhappily, "Student Su, I'm sweating profusely, but you're so relaxed. You always ask me to report false information. I have to go to Haidilao ten times."

Su Han closed the game and looked up at him. "Yan Zhengfei, you're really good. I'm hungry too. Let's go now."

The snow was flying, the wind was biting, the sky was covered in white, and the whole world was pure white. Even animals were unwilling to come out to look for food. They could go on a hunger strike for several days, but men who walked on two legs could not bear to have a small meal.

The car started, and Yan Zhengfei adjusted his black-rimmed glasses. Looking at Su Han, who was holding the steering wheel with one hand, he asked in confusion, "How could a single man like you be interested in a pregnant woman? I really can't understand it."

"Emperor Xuanzong of Tang could accept Yang Yuhuan, so why can't a powerless grassroots like me? If you can't figure it out, don't even think about it, hahahaha. Yan Dazi. Nerd."

Yan Zhengfei went from being unhappy to being upset. "Fighting with the boss for a woman, I think you've really gone crazy."

"Hmph, I don't care! Everyone is equal in front of love." Su Han said with his neck stiff.

Yan Zhengfei shook his head helplessly. "You're just being reckless. How can you be so simple? You're completely relying on your fatherless, motherless, and relativeless nature to act recklessly."

"I'm not Li Xunhuan." Su Han glared at Yan Zhengfei. "You're just too timid to pursue what you love."

Yan Zhengfei was so angry that his face turned red: "You are just making up excuses and not considering the consequences at all."

"Consequences? What consequences can there be? The worst that can happen is I'll just quit!" Su Han looked indifferent.

Yan Zhengfei shouted angrily, "You've completely lost your mind! Are you really going to die?"

"If you really died, I would be sad too."

"Bah! What's the point of living or dying? Just help me delay it for another day." Su Han frowned slightly. "That little woman has someone she likes. I don't want a little white rabbit to be eaten by a big bad wolf. When you see injustice, you should help. Do you understand?"

"Just keep talking tough, but drive faster. I'm starving."

"It won't be fast, it's snowing heavily! Master Yan, your life is more valuable than mine." Su Han was also upset.

"After resolving this matter, I am ready to leave the Duan family."

"Old classmate, please help me find a job, one that's clean and respectable on the surface."

It was Yan Zhengfei's turn to be surprised. "You know so many of his secrets. If you want to leave, I'm afraid you'll become a corpse."

Finally arriving at Haidilao in the city center, Su Han said seriously, "So, Mr. Yan, you have to help me."

How many heroes are unwilling to be mediocre and would rather die young and gloriously than live a long and mediocre life.

It’s not about fate, it’s about choice.

Duan Family Old House

In the study

Duan Qingyang, the eldest son of the Duan family, sat at a large desk. He held a golden fox bracelet in his hand, its multicolored gemstones gleaming brilliantly, giving it a very expensive look. His expression was serious, his brow furrowed, as if troubled by something.

He took out a cigar, flicked a lighter, and then switched to a cigarette. The smoke filled the air, flickering and obscuring the cold light in his eyes.

He is 190cm tall, with big strides. He wears a royal blue slim-fitting tailor-made suit and a light blue sweater underneath. His well-developed muscles seem to be about to tear his clothes apart. He is truly a majestic lion king.

It is as strong as a big buffalo, a typical carnivore.

He has a wheat-colored complexion, an astonishing amount of hair combed back in a Hong Kong-style bob, sharp facial features, thick eyebrows, and a serious demeanor that makes him look cold and fierce, ignoring the handsomeness of his facial features.

Knock knock knock, the person knocking on the door pushed it open and walked in. It was the slender and hot sister Duan Yuting, dressed in a light luxury style. She glanced at him, then sat on the sofa, yawning uninhibitedly, "Brother, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Duan Qingyang said with a poker face, "I heard that you were trying to get close to Yin Xiaoyao, so I wanted to hear your honest opinion. She might be your sister-in-law in the future."

Duan Yuting chuckled, "So that's why. I think she's pretty good, beautiful and has a good personality. But this is just my personal opinion. As long as you like her, brother." After that, she stood up and prepared to leave.

Duan Qingyang stopped her, "Wait, are you just leaving like this?"

Duan Yuting looked back at him and asked, "Anything else?"

Duan Qingyang was silent for a moment and said, "It's nothing, just...stay away from her in the future. Just do some little tricks." A hint of complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

Duan Yuting was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "I know, brother." Then she turned and walked out of the room.

Duan Qingyang watched her leave and sighed inwardly. He knew that although his sister seemed casual on the surface, she was actually very sensitive and delicate. He didn't want to hurt her because of his own affairs.

For the sake of Duan Yinlian's marriage, she prevented Duan Sulian's marriage. She felt resentful and blamed herself for not being reborn well and not being able to keep her lover.

Duan Qingyang scoffed coldly, opened QQ, and saw a new friend request. Name: Ruiyue, the avatar was a beautiful nine-tailed fox with vicious vertical pupils.

He pressed the pass button and ignored it.

The fox head gold bracelet in hand, and the antique gems, are obviously valuable heirlooms. Just wait and see. Don't be afraid of fish, they won't take the bait.

Duan Qingyang's lips curled up slightly, thinking this woman was quite interesting. He opened Yin Xiaoyao's QQ space and found it filled with photos and articles about foxes. It seemed she had a keen interest in foxes.

Duan Qingyang was watching intently when he suddenly received a message from Yin Xiaoyao: "Who are you?"

Duan Qingyang replied: "I am Duan Qingyang, your fiancé."

Yin Xiaoyao was obviously a little surprised. She replied, "How did you know it was me?"

Duan Qingyang: "Your profile picture gives you away."

"fox!"

Yin Xiaoyao: "...Okay. Since you are Duan Qingyang, let's talk."

Duan Qingyang: "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

Yin Xiaoyao: "Why do you want to marry me?"

Duan Qingyang: "This is the family's decision."

Yin Xiaoyao: "But I don't want to! I already have someone I like. Besides, I'm just an adopted daughter?"

Duan Qingyang: "That doesn't matter. We are just a business marriage anyway, each taking what they need."

Yin Xiaoyao: "You think so, but I don't! I will never marry someone I don't love!"

Duan Qingyang: "Then there's nothing we can do. Unless you can find a partner that satisfies your family, you can only accept reality."

Yin Xiaoyao: "Humph! Don't be so complacent! I will definitely find a way!"

"You're the only one in your family, so you have the final say. You're the boss."

Duan Qingyang: “…”

Yin Xiaoyao: "Do you have any photos? Can you show them to me?"

Duan Qingyang was silent for a moment, then sent a photo.

Yin Xiaoyao clicked to receive it, and when she opened it, she saw that it was a cute pure white little fox!

"This is..." Yin Xiaoyao asked doubtfully.

Duan Qingyang replied: "This is my pet. What do you think? Cute, right?"

Yin Xiaoyao couldn't help but laugh. "It's really cute. But why did you show me its picture?"

Duan Qingyang: "Because I think you will like it."

Yin Xiaoyao's heart moved. This man didn't seem so cold and heartless. Perhaps there was still hope between them...

Yin Xiaoyao: It depends on you.

This time, Duan Qingyang sent a photo. Yin Xiaoyao looked at the photo on her phone and couldn't help but be surprised. The man in the photo had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, deep facial features, and was handsome and elegant. He gave people a calm and confident feeling.

A strong scent of male hormones hit me in the face. His skin color was not the prince's white, but the wheat color from long-term exercise. He had a strong body and was the kind that could kill someone with one punch.

"Ding" another photo was sent. It was taken outdoors with an exotic background. She was arm in arm with a foreign man. They were both wearing short summer sports suits, one white and one green. They both smiled brightly, and he smiled so hard that two handsome dimples appeared on his cheeks.

So, "This is Duan Qingyang?" Yin Xiaoyao thought to herself, "He's so handsome...even more handsome than a celebrity. Rich people really aren't ugly."

She couldn't help but feel a little moved, but then she remembered her position and determination.

He might be the one behind his adoptive mother's car accident.

He has many lovers and may be ill.

The short-lived tenderness is just charity from the strong to the weak.

She wants to be the most sober spirit in the world.

"I will never change my mind just because of my appearance!" Yin Xiaoyao said to herself. She closed the photo and replied, "So she's a dimple girl, pretty."

"Like it"

"Yours, my fiancée."

Yin Xiaoyao replied: Don’t call me that, I’m not your fiancée yet.

When two sides meet on a narrow road, the happy ones give in. A verbal fight won't change the status quo.

Yin Xiaoyao: Very good, now I know what you look like, then I will know which track to take next time.

He talked about wings, but his words were only about shackles. Time is the wind, coming from the direction of death...