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

After Xiao Ancheng sent An Yan out, he returned home and was mysteriously called into the study by Qi Jiamian.

Xiao Ancheng was excited for a moment. Was he going to hand over the company's affairs to him? He could guarantee that within a year, he could eliminate Qi Jiamian's power!

But he was overthinking it. Qi Jiamian was not a power-hungry person!

Qi Jiamian kept talking on and on, as if he didn't treat him as an outsider and that was why he told him so much. He focused on the importance of An Yan to the Qi family and warned him that holding on to An Yan was half the battle.

Xiao Ancheng scoffed at this statement, and found Qi Jiamian's unwavering belief even more amusing. He finally understood why An Yan, who was clearly valued and loved by the Qi family, wanted to join forces with him to take revenge on the Qi family.

Qi Jiamian said with a mixture of truth and falsehood, "Actually, a few years ago, we knew Yanyan wasn't our biological daughter. At that time, a master gave us some advice. While we were searching for our biological daughter, we also kept Yanyan. Look at how prosperous the Qi family has been in recent years. Some things are so mysterious that you can't help but believe them!"

Xiao Ancheng had no intention of arguing with him and nodded perfunctorily.

Qi Jiamian continued to persuade, "So, if Yanyan is admitted to a school in the capital this time, we must make some arrangements to allow her to stay in Hai City, at home."

Xiao Ancheng chuckled and decided to defeat the magic with magic. "You are wrong. It is precisely because of Yanyan's importance that if she can go to the capital, it proves that the Qi family's fortune can no longer be retained in Haishi. It is time to develop towards the capital!"

"If you force her to stay in Hai City, won't the Qi family also lose the ladder to the capital?"

"You mean... follow Yanyan and expand the Qi family's business to the capital?" Qi Jiamian had never imagined this before. Now he fantasized about becoming the richest man in the country and the world, gaining the admiration of everyone, and felt elated.

His breathing was rapid, his eyes were bright as light bulbs, and he patted Xiao Ancheng's shoulder with satisfaction and said, "Good son! You have a unique vision and insight! When we get to the capital, with the two of us working together, there's no need to worry about not achieving our great cause. Hahaha!"

Xiao Ancheng had a smile on his face, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

An Yan arrived in the capital a few days in advance, and Rong Yi arranged for her to live near the school.

Neither of them had any test anxiety. They happily climbed the Great Wall and visited the Forbidden City together, and took the school entrance examination with full confidence. As expected, they both made it into the small circle.

After the exam, Rong Yi took An Yan to meet his grandfather, Mr. Rong.

Mr. Rong is in his seventies, with gray hair and a strong body. He looks elegant with his reading glasses, but still has the extraordinary temperament of a hermit.

"Grandpa! I brought my friends to see you!" Rong Yi's voice arrived before he even showed up.

Mr. Rong smiled kindly and looked at An Yan. He was just curious and had no ill intentions.

"Hello, Mr. Rong!" An Yan greeted politely.

"Just call me grandpa with Xiaoyi. Come in." Mr. Rong laughed heartily and whispered to Rongyi, "You had a quarrel with your father and insisted on transferring to Hai City. Now that you've brought him back, have you found the answer?"

Rong Yi's face flushed slightly, and he looked at An Yan with an extremely firm look, "Yes."

Mr. Rong chatted with them in the living room and was even more satisfied when he learned that their art exam scores had already entered the small circle.

Rong Yi took the opportunity to ask An Yan to visit his room, and Mr. Rong readily agreed.

Rong Yi was a rare talent in the Rong family, interested in painting. Mr. Rong naturally considered him a treasure and personally educated him. Therefore, Rong Yi spent most of his time living in the Rong family's old house.

His room was cleaned daily and was immaculately tidy. The room was painted in a palette of blue, with minimal decorations, yet it lacked the cold, cool feel of cool tones and instead appeared clear and pure.

Rong Yi solemnly introduced his studio to her, which was twice the size of his bedroom.

The shelves on the east side are filled with various painting tools such as brushes, paints, palettes, etc. His works are hung around them, and there are several unfinished paintings on the easels in the middle.

An Yan opened it curiously and saw that the painting showed the scenery of the Landie Valley. Unlike the characters in the work she had submitted for the competition, he painted the image of a woman in blue, but without drawing her face.

An Yan felt a flash of sadness in her heart, but she didn't show it. She focused on the painting. Although the two paintings were similar, the difference was obvious.

Even though the color schemes are similar, Rong Yi's paintings are more empathetic and can make her feel the emotions when he was painting. The two of them chatted about painting techniques and color matching.

Rong Yi naturally would not keep anything to himself. He would answer all of An Yan's questions and teach her everything he knew.

Mr. Rong, who came to call them for dinner, was very happy. Who doesn’t like a child who is talented and studious?

An Yan was still not satisfied. She had only let Rong Yi teach her math a few days ago. Now thinking about it, it was such a waste of talent!

As soon as the three of them sat down at the dinner table, they heard a noise outside the door, and then a man who looked somewhat similar to Rong Yi, a mature version of Rong Yi, walked in.

The other person smiled widely, "Dad! I just finished a business deal nearby, so I came to see you."

Mr. Rong rolled his eyes at him unhappily. "I just stopped by to see me." He said that, but there wasn't much blame in his tone. Instead, he ordered, "Auntie Wang, bring another set of bowls and chopsticks."

"Dad!" Rong Yi stood up and called out, and An Yan followed suit, "Hello, Uncle!"

Rong's father got angry the moment he saw Rong Yi, and blurted out, "You little bastard, do you still care about your father? Why don't you come home when you're back? You're such an unfilial son!"

When he heard An Yan's voice, he realized that there were other people there. He immediately restrained himself, snorted, and sat opposite them.

Mr. Rong was unhappy. "You are the unfilial son! Xiaoyi came to see me as soon as he came back. He is really filial! Unlike some people who only remember to visit their father in their busy schedule."

Rong's father felt embarrassed and whispered, "Dad! The younger generations are here. What are you talking about? Please give me some face."

Mr. Rong snorted, "Did you give Xiao Yi any respect in front of Yan Yan?"

Rong's father choked and decided to eat. He knew that his position in his father's heart was far inferior to Rong Yi's.

An Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Although Rong Yi's father spoke a little harshly, she could feel the concern behind his words. In this life, Rong Yi finally felt the warmth from his family.

But she relaxed a little too early. Not long after, she heard Rong's father ask Rong Yi, "When are you coming home? Get ready so I can send you abroad to study, and you can come back to inherit the family business."

Rong Yi slowly peeled a shrimp for An Yan and said, "I'm not going abroad. I want to apply to the Capital Academy of Fine Arts."

Rong's father put down his chopsticks heavily. "You are my only son. Do you expect me to work here for the rest of my life, and then hand over the company I have devoted my life to to outsiders?"