Quick Wear: After Revenge, I and the Immortal King Renew Our Relationship

Rong Yue was so immersed in An Yan's graceful dance that he was completely unaware and didn't notice anyone approaching.

An Yan had noticed it a long time ago but did not remind him, and also wanted to see his reaction.

It wasn't until the other party reached out and hugged his waist that Rong Yue trembled all over. He subconsciously grabbed him and wanted to throw him out. When he lifted him into the air, he saw that it was the familiar face that was a combination of his and An Yan's younger version. He quickly took him flying in a circle, and finally took him into his arms, holding him with one hand.

"Hehe~ Daddy, are you surprised to see me?" Tuanzi finally refined the energy and was able to maintain his human form for a short time.

Rong Yue pinched Tuanzi's little face and said, "You are so capable! You even know how to scare people."

Having said that, he didn't seem angry at all. Tuanzi wasn't afraid of him either. He took out two rings inlaid with sapphires from his pocket and motioned him to express his position to An Yan.

Rong Yue understood and put him down. He walked over to An Yan, who was watching their interaction with a smile, and knelt on one knee. "Yan Yan, I swear on my soul that I will love and protect you forever. Are you willing to marry me again?"

"Forever and ever, never leave each other!" An Yan helped Rong Yue up, and the two put rings on each other's fingers.

Tuanzi was laughing secretly and moving his fingers. Suddenly, flowers rained down from the sky. A pair of lovers snuggled up to each other and enjoyed the night view together. It was quite romantic.

The engagement banquet is approaching, and this grand banquet has invited many Huang’s partners and celebrities, while also promoting the reputation of Yuchen Villa.

The guests Rong Yue provided were only leaders and colleagues in the bureau, and no relatives.

An Yan knew his family situation, and naturally ignored his biological father who was unwilling to acknowledge him, but he couldn't resist the other party coming to his door on his own initiative.

"Ms. Huang, Mr. Rong's father and stepmother are downstairs and said they want to see you, but they have been stopped by the front desk and security." Secretary Jin whispered in her ear.

"Follow the rules." An Yan's voice was cold. She had just taken over the entire Huang Group and was very busy.

The busy An Yan had forgotten about this little episode, so much so that she was a little confused when her car was stopped at the company gate. She only remembered it after Jin Sheng reminded her.

The man was pot-bellied and looked a little old, while the woman was well-maintained, with a faint smile on her face, looking like a middle-aged white lotus. Perhaps because they had been waiting for too long, both of them looked a little disheveled.

Song Qianlai pulled the car window, trying to appear amiable, "An Yan, I'm Rong Yue's father, your father-in-law!"

An Yan just glanced at him and said, "If you have something to say, just say it. This president makes tens of millions a minute. If you think about it carefully, can you afford to waste a few minutes?"

Song Qianlai was a little embarrassed, but he said patiently, "You and Ayue are engaged, and as a father, I can't not show some appreciation, right?"

An Yan just found it funny. "You two have nothing in your hands. It doesn't look like you have prepared anything. Where are the betrothal gifts and gold?"

Yang Lian seemed to be unable to bear it and tried to comfort him, "An Yan, Old Song is also sincere and he is the elder after all. You are so direct and it will make outsiders laugh. Why don't we find a place to talk in detail!"

Song Qianlai looked at Yang Lian, who was wholeheartedly caring about him, with emotion. Yang Lian responded with a worried smile, showing a look of deep affection and loyalty.

"Ms. Bai, do you have the right to speak here? You are just a mistress who climbed onto the bed, why are you pretending to be an elder here?" An Yan retorted mercilessly, without even looking at her, which was really dirtying her eyes.

"I'm not in vain..." Yang Lian's eyes were filled with tears, but she was trying hard not to let them fall. She snuggled in Song Qianlai's arms as if she had been hit hard. Song Qianlai felt sorry for her and glared at An Yan. "I came to you with good intentions, but you actually spoke so harshly to me. We, the Song family, don't recognize you as our daughter-in-law!"

"Rong Yue's surname is Rong. What is the Song family? It's just a shaky empty shell. With a little push, it will end up bankrupt. Do you want to give it a try?" An Yan's tone was a little more eager.

Song Qian was startled. He suddenly remembered his purpose and changed his words in a flash. "An Yan, Ah Yue has been disobedient since he was young. He doesn't want to inherit the family business and insists on becoming a policeman. I can't persuade him and have no choice but to accept it. But my family business is still his after all!"

Yang Lian's eyes flickered, but she finally held back and said nothing.

"A few months ago, Huang's acquired several subsidiaries of the Song's, but the price was too low to cover the losses." Song Qianlai sighed, "That's fine. I'll consider the low price as my engagement gift to Rong Yue and you. But Anyan, can you inject capital to save the Song's?"

An Yan snorted lightly, seemingly unintentionally saying, "Secretary Jin, your efforts for a month or so are just being praised by others. It's like they're doing you a favor!"

Jin Sheng also said disdainfully, "If it weren't for the acquisition, some of these companies would have gone bankrupt months ago. Why are they being so sarcastic now? They actually want their benefactors to be grateful to them. Oh, I've never seen anyone so shameless."

"You've all worked so hard. How about this? I'll give you another bonus for participating in this acquisition plan as a token of my sympathy."

Jin Sheng smiled from ear to ear, "Thank you, President!" He even looked out the window and said, "Thank you, Mr. Song!"

Song Qianlai's face darkened. "Huang Anyan, do you really not care about Rong Yue's face at all?"

"Rong Yue will earn his own reputation. It has nothing to do with you." An Yan stroked her chin. "You reminded me that the Song Corporation was built from scratch by you and Rong Yue's mother. It shouldn't be left to irrelevant people. Your sincerity is only so much. I guess I have to take the wedding gift myself. In that case, I won't be polite!"

Jin Sheng immediately took out his small notebook and wrote it down, feeling secretly happy that his next bonus was on the way.

"You, you, you..." Song Qianlai covered his heart, as if he was about to faint in the next second.

Yang Lian quickly supported him, tears streaming down her face, "An Yan...Miss, Old Song is not in good health, can you please not make him angry?"

"Isn't this what you asked for? If you're sick, go get treatment. The Song family won't even have enough money to pay for your treatment, right?" An Yan looked at them with sympathy, took out 10,000 yuan from her bag, and threw it into their arms, "Use it to get treatment!"

Then she sighed and said, "This may be the retribution for abandoning your wife and children! You deserve it."

Faced with such humiliation, Song Qianlai felt a fishy-sweet taste well up in his throat. He gritted his teeth and said, "My blood flows in his veins. This is a fact that no one can change. If I make a fuss about this in the media and at his workplace, Rong Yue will lose everything, not to mention his future!"

An Yan's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes. "Why don't you give it a try? Will it be faster for you to ruin his future, or for the Song family to go bankrupt and have no chance of recovery?"