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Looking at this photo, a smile involuntarily crept onto Yin Muqiao's lips.

He instructed the man with the camera: "Send this photo to my WeChat, quickly."

"Okay," the man with the camera replied.

Soon, Yin Muqiao received the photo, and in the blink of an eye, he sent it to Ding Wenzhu's WeChat.

"Mr. Ding, we've made some progress, and I'll continue to work hard."

At this moment, Jian He never expected that she would fall into Yin Muqiao's conspiracy once again.

Cheng Yan took Jian He to see the doctor that Jian He had arranged for Jian Qingshan.

The doctor told them that Jian Qingshan's condition required long-term rehabilitation treatment, and if they wanted to recover faster, it would be best if he could stay in Beijing for an extended period.

After leaving the doctor's office, Cheng Yan and Jian He walked and talked.

Cheng Yan asked her, "What are your plans? When are you planning to move?"

Jian He thought for a moment and said, "I plan to move here when I return to Nanluo City this time."

"The doctor said that the sooner my dad receives rehabilitation treatment, the greater his chances of recovery will be."

Cheng Yan nodded and said, "Yes. I have an apartment next to the rehabilitation hospital. You can stay there when you move here."

Jian He declined Cheng Yan's offer of help.

She said, "We have a house in Beijing, and I've already sent someone over to clean it."

“I know your house seems to have been uninhabited for a long time. Is the condition a bit poor? My house is new…” Cheng Yan frowned as he discussed with Jian He.

Jian He shook her head: "No, the new house has formaldehyde. I have Ruibao, so it's more reassuring to live in the old house."

"Besides, our old house is in a good location and it's safe. There shouldn't be any stray dogs bothering us."

Jian He was still haunted by Rui Bao's experience of having leukemia in her previous life. In this life, she would not allow anything suspicious to harm Rui Bao.

Seeing Jian He's persistence, Cheng Yan didn't say anything more.

It was soon evening, and Cheng Yan took Jian He to a restaurant for dinner. As soon as they arrived, Cheng Yan received a phone call from his father, Cheng Gang.

"Ayan, there's a dinner party tonight that we need you to attend. Come on over. I'll have someone send you the seating chart." Cheng Gang spoke to Cheng Yan in a tone of consultation over the phone.

Without even thinking, Cheng Yan rejected him outright.

"No, I have something to do tonight."

Cheng Yan took Jian He's hand and sat down at the dining table. He had never liked attending Cheng Gang's boring parties.

Compared to social engagements, he preferred to stay with Jian He, quietly looking at her face, and simply having a meal together.

Cheng Gang pressed further, "What's the matter? This dinner is very important; there are many of your elders here, and I need to introduce them to you."

Cheng Yan glanced at Jian He beside him and said, "I'm with Jian He."

"Then bring Jian He along. Your aunt will be here too." Cheng Gang said authoritatively, hanging up the phone before Cheng Yan could refuse.

Left with no other choice, Cheng Yan took Jian He with him to Cheng Gang's gathering place.

Jian He was quite uneasy throughout the journey.

She discussed with Cheng Yan, "How about I take a taxi back by myself? It's not really appropriate for you to take me to my uncle's party."

Cheng Yan comforted her, saying, "There's nothing inappropriate about it. If you don't like that kind of occasion, we can stay for a while and then leave."

"But……"

Jian He was still somewhat worried.

"There are no 'buts'. With me here, you don't need to be afraid."

After Cheng Yan finished speaking, he tightly grasped Jian He's small hand, and Jian He calmed down, instantly feeling a sense of security.

With her eyes closed and leaning against Cheng Yan's chest, Jian He reviewed her memories from her previous life, trying to recall everything about Cheng Yan.

If she remembered correctly, she seemed to have heard Jian Qingshan say a few words that Cheng Yan's father was a leader in Beijing, but Jian Qingshan did not specify what kind of leader he was.

Jian He had little experience interacting with leaders, and she had been pondering how to approach Cheng Gang.

The two arrived at a high-end manor. As soon as Cheng Yan entered, someone came to greet him.

A man who looked like an assistant came over and greeted Cheng Yan.

"Young Master, you've arrived?"

Cheng Yan gave a soft "hmm," took Jian He's hand, and headed towards the private room.

Just as Cheng Yan reached out to push open the door to the private room, Jian He looked up and was surprised to see Wu Hua with a slight smile.

She was dressed in a very professional outfit and stood in a small hall not far from the private room. When she saw Jian He, she felt inexplicably flustered. Soon, she lowered her face and dared not meet Jian He's gaze.

Jian He was a little puzzled. Why was Wu Hua here?

Even if she's doing well in the entertainment industry now, given her status, she shouldn't be here, right?

Jian He wanted to ask the assistant, but Cheng Yan had already pulled her hand and led her into the private room.

When Aunt Zuo saw Cheng Yan and Jian He arrive, she quickly stood up, pointed to two seats, and said to them, "Yan, Jian He, please sit down..."

Today's dinner party seems to be of a very high standard. Cheng Yan's father, Cheng Gang, is seated at the head of the table, and around Cheng Gang are several people that Jian He usually only sees on television.

Cheng Yan greeted each of these people one by one.

Jian He also nodded politely to these leaders.

The leaders' eyes would occasionally sweep over Jian He. They were probably wondering what was so special about an ordinary girl like Jian He that she could have Cheng Yan so completely under her thumb.

Jian He felt uneasy under their gazes, but Cheng Yan held her hand tightly, never letting go for a moment.

Someone teased Cheng Yan: "Wow, in the blink of an eye, Cheng Yan has grown up so much. He's reached the age to get married. He's still young, look how clingy he is!"

"That's right, Ah Yan, when are you getting married? Invite your uncle to your wedding candy then, okay?"

"Ah Yan has good taste; he picked a very suitable girl."

The praise made Jian He lower her face involuntarily. She was a little embarrassed. Little did she know that a man sitting not far from Aunt Zuo was holding his phone, zooming in on a photo, and frowning as he compared it to Jian He's face.

Halfway through her meal, Jian He went to the restroom.

On her way back, she ran into Wu Hua, who stood in front of her, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back, as if she had a lot to say to Jian He.

"Jian He, shall we talk?"

Finally, Wu Hua spoke up.

Looking at Wu Hua's face, all those memories from her past life surged up at that moment.

Jian He sneered: "I don't think we have anything to talk about."