He broke his vows for her, and a tycoon descended to earth for love.

Siyi reached out to snatch it, shouting, "It's mine, give it back to me!"

Jiang Yan was a step faster than her, and with a swift movement, she tossed it directly onto the back seat.

He flicked the steering wheel with his fingers, glancing at her sideways. "You say it's yours, so it's yours? What proof do you have?"

Siyi found it hilarious and said sarcastically, "Jiang Yanhui, you want to talk to me about evidence? So you actually know how to use the word 'evidence'?"

He paused, then waved his hand and said, "I don't want to argue with you anymore. That bag is indeed mine, you should know that. I really have something urgent to attend to. Give the bag back to me, we both have important things to do, don't we?"

She spoke with a pointed remark, glancing at the voluptuous beauty sitting in the passenger seat who was glaring at her with hostility but dared not interrupt, and gave a cool laugh, "If your girl's getting impatient, don't waste everyone's time. Besides, there's nothing you want in my bag—"

"Sisi, you shouldn't talk like that."

Jiang Yan was completely unaffected by her words, gave a faint laugh, and slowly began to speak, "Sometimes I'm willing to be an honest person and return lost property. Whether this bag is yours or not, I can't be sure just by you saying so." He rested his elbow on the car window, looked up at her, clearly intending to make things difficult for her: "Go back and think carefully about what's in your bag. Once you've figured it out, come to Jinzuo tonight. Tell me everything you have, and I'll check it against your description. If it's really yours, I'll return it to you. If I'm wrong about anything, I'll just throw it away."

"Jiang Yan, you—"

"9:00 PM sharp, VIP room on the top floor, no exceptions."

Siyi wanted to say something, but Jiang Yanhui rolled down the car window, and the window slowly rolled up. He gave her a wicked smile at the end.

She slammed on the gas, the engine roared to life, and the car whizzed past her feet...

Siyi was so angry she almost jumped up and down, but as the taillights of the car got further and further away, there was nothing she could do.

Luckily, she still had her phone in her hand; she had just answered the call and casually put it in her pocket.

She thought for a moment and quickly called Ye Xiongming. Her father had just woken up from his afternoon nap and was somewhat surprised to receive her call.

"Siyi?"

Siyi's mind kept flashing back to the familiar figure she had just seen on the street, and she blurted out, "Dad, I want to ask you something."

"You said."

"Has Mom... come back today?"

Ye Xiongming on the other end of the phone was also taken aback for a moment before saying, "Wasn't she supposed to be back in a week? Why are you suddenly asking about your mother? Do you have something urgent to tell her?"

"Oh...it's nothing."

Siyi bit her lip and said calmly, "It's nothing urgent. Maybe I...maybe I've been under a lot of work pressure lately and I've gotten the time wrong. I was thinking that since she's back, I should go to the airport with my older brother to pick her up."

"Don't worry about your mother. She's been quite busy lately. Take care of yourself first. I heard you recently took on a new case, so do your best."

Ye Xiongming has always had extremely high expectations for his daughter, and Siyi was well aware of this. She obediently hummed in agreement, exchanged a few more casual words with Ye Xiongming, and then hung up the phone.

She gripped her phone tightly in her palm, her delicate brows furrowing—

She wasn't mistaken; she was absolutely certain she wasn't mistaken. The figure she had just seen was indeed her mother, Guan Fengru's, back. However, she had indeed left City A three days prior to attend a seminar in City B.

How did they suddenly appear in City A?

The black car slowly drove into a villa on the mountaintop. As soon as the servants saw the familiar license plate, they greeted the car with smiles.

The car door was pushed open, and the young man casually straightened his clothes. He then heard the servant nod respectfully to him, "Young Master Yan, you're back?"

Jiang Yan didn't even bother to lift her eyelids. "Where's the old man?"

The servants were already used to him being addressed that way. "The master is in the study upstairs."

There is a huge floor-to-ceiling window at the corner of the study on the third floor. Looking out of the window, you can see the entire Jiang family garden, and there is an apple tree climbing right next to the window.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone brightly on the branches, and a few playful rays of light shone through the cracks onto the windowsill.

Jiang Yan glanced down at her feet, where her shadowy figure stretched out long.

He wasn't in a hurry to go into the study, so he simply leaned against the window and smoked a cigarette.

A few rays of light shone on his profile, making his lines appear both clear and blurred. He slightly raised his chin, his peach blossom eyes shrouded in a wisp of smoke.

It was as if time had suddenly pulled him into a memory from which he could not escape—

The cigarette in my hand burned slowly, as if time was being eroded away inch by inch without a sound.

He took one last deep drag on his cigarette, then stubbed it out in the trash can at the bottom of the stairs, casually put his hands in his pockets, and walked toward the study.

Jiang Jizhen was there when he heard footsteps. He didn't turn around, but simply said indifferently, "So you finally decided to come back?"

Jiang Yan strode towards his desk, pulled over a chair, and sat down with her legs crossed without any regard for appearances. "I didn't want to come back to face you either, but it's annoying that you send people to deliver messages to me every few days."

Jiang Jizhen paused slightly as he searched for a book, but eventually turned around to look at his son, whom he hadn't seen for many days, and casually pulled one out from the table.

His features were sharp, and although he was over fifty, he still exuded an imposing aura. "You come back and you're talking to me like this? Yan Hui, I'm still your father!"

"Of course I know you're my father, otherwise do you think I would have come to see you?"

Jiang Yan chuckled and shrugged nonchalantly.

Suddenly, her gaze turned cold, and she curled her lips into a half-smile as she looked at the man before her, whose features were identical to her own. She asked in a cool tone, "How long has it been since you last visited my mother?"

"You unfilial son! Am I talking to you about your mother right now? I'm talking about the time you almost went to jail a while ago!"

Jiang Jizhen narrowed his eyes, his tone icy, "You act so recklessly, what did I tell you? If you don't know how to do business, learn from your older brother."

"He really took good care of me."

Jiang Yan chuckled coldly twice, looking at the man who was eyeing her menacingly, her eyes devoid of any emotion. "Don't worry, your business has a successor now. As for what I do, why do you care so much? Just focus on raising your precious son, okay? Don't bother me, and I won't bother you either. That way, everyone can have an easier time."

He flicked the edge of the desk with his finger.

His lowered eyelids made it impossible to see what he was thinking.

"If it weren't for my mother's situation, please don't contact me again. You don't want to see me, just as I don't want to see you."