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

Jiang Yan lowered her eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

For a moment, the carriage was unusually silent.

Only the engine hummed softly, its sound exceptionally clear in the night.

Yu Caiyi looked at his profile and felt somewhat uneasy.

After all these years, she certainly knows what Jiang Yanhui is most afraid of.

But what just happened was truly unexpected for her.

She never dreamed that the reporters would ask such sharp questions.

If she had known beforehand, she definitely wouldn't have dragged him to this banquet.

Jiang Yan Hui remained silent. Yu Cai Yi moved her lips, trying to find a way to break the awkward silence, "Yan Hui... about what happened just now..."

"It's late, let me take you home first."

Jiang Yan suddenly interrupted her.

He didn't look at her once, one hand on the window and the other on the steering wheel.

With a tap of the accelerator, the car drove back onto the road.

This time, he didn't experience much emotional fluctuation, nor did he engage in reckless driving.

Yu Caiyi turned her head to look at his profile several times.

The streetlights flickered on and off, casting their light on his face.

He was originally extremely handsome, but he usually had a slight smile on his face, which made him seem lazy and casual.

At this moment, however, the lines of his profile were cold and hard, his features as if coated with a thin layer of frost.

Although it makes people feel unapproachable, it also exudes a different kind of cold and hard allure.

That was a fatal charm unique to Jiang Yanhui.

Yu Caiyi knew about Jiang Yanhui, but outsiders did not.

They would assume he was a carefree playboy.

To him, a woman is nothing more than a piece of clothing, something he can change at any time without batting an eye.

Such a man, to put it nicely, has the right to be unrestrained; to put it bluntly, he's just heartless and conscienceless.

But she knew that it wasn't the real Jiang Yanhui.

The real Jiang Yanhui had been hidden for a long time, but being hidden does not mean she does not exist.

At least she saw it, and she felt it.

He is not a heartless person; he craves family affection more than anyone else in the world.

He craves attention and care, and he cherishes his family and loved ones more than anyone else.

She took a slow breath.

He turned his face away and opened the car window, letting the cool night breeze blow on his face.

After calming down a bit, she finally spoke, "Yan Hui, I know you're not feeling well right now, but there are some things I still have to say... Actually, Jiajia had been telling me before I came back that he wanted to come back and see his dad. I didn't discuss it with you beforehand, and I didn't dare to take him away from the United States so casually."

Jiang Yan remained expressionless.

The car slowly drove into the intersection ahead.

He knew that after one more turn he would reach her villa, so he simply stopped the car.

Seeing that he still didn't speak, Yu Caiyi thought for a moment and then said, "Yan Hui, I know my identity is also very special, and it's simply impossible for me to keep Jiajia by my side. But I'm really tired of living alone in America. You don't know how much I think about coming back. This is my hometown, and my parents are here..."

"I know."

Jiang Yan suddenly spoke up, feeling a little restless, so she simply took out a cigarette, lit it, and put it to her lips.

He took a slow breath, and through the swirling smoke, his voice was soft and somewhat indistinct, "Caiyi, I know it hasn't been easy for you abroad all these years. No one doesn't miss their home. I owed you something back then. If you really want to bring Jiajia back, I won't object, but you need to think it through yourself."

He casually flicked the ash from his cigarette with his long, slender fingers.

His deep voice was slightly hoarse, "You know our Jiang family is in the media business, and I can guarantee your news will be completely clean. But I still have to tell you, if Jiajia really comes back, you should tell him first. Besides, you can't hide this from him anyway."

Who is this "he"?

Yu Caiyi was fully aware of the situation, and her face suddenly turned pale.

He stubbornly turned his face to look out the car window, not saying a word for a moment, no one knew what he was thinking.

Seeing that she remained silent, Jiang Yan also stopped speaking.

He leaned against the car window and slowly finished his cigarette.

That's when I realized my throat was a little choked.

I've been smoking too much these days.

As he exhaled the last puff of smoke, the memory of what had happened in the restroom of that banquet hall not long ago suddenly flashed through his mind, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

Is his little Sisi already home by now?

I wonder what they're doing?

"The swallows have returned..."

Yu Caiyi turned her face and was about to say something when she saw Jiang Yanhui's smiling expression. She was a little surprised and stunned for three seconds before continuing, "I'll go back first. I'll think about this matter some more."

Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow. "You can think about it yourself."

He paused for a moment before asking, "How has Jiajia been lately?"

"pretty good."

"Okay, then you should go back and rest. Didn't you say you had a lot of work to do here? Take good care of yourself."

Yu Caiyi glanced at him twice, as if she still had something to say.

However, he looked eager to return home.

A slight pang of sadness struck her, but she still reached out, pushed open the car door, and stepped out.

The moment the car door closed, the car sped off and disappeared from sight in a flash.

Yu Caiyi stood there, stunned.

Looking at the deep darkness of the night, a mix of emotions welled up in my heart.

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When Siyi got home, it was already late at night.

Feeling guilty, she deliberately waited until very late before entering her home.

Fortunately, everyone in the family was asleep, and no one was touched.

She went straight upstairs to her room.

Without having time to think too much, I hurriedly ran into the bathroom.

While showering, I discovered several hickeys on my body.

Thinking of those ambiguous marks that had just faded away, now reappearing on her neck, she gritted her teeth in anger.

But at the same time, I hate Jiang Yanhui.

She also hated herself for having no principles whatsoever.

She has never actually been such an indecisive person.

From childhood to adulthood, not just anyone can force her to do anything.

Even when her parents and older brother make demands of her, she will think it over carefully.

Only in front of Jiang Yanhui.

Why is it that when I'm in front of him, I feel like I'm not myself anymore?

She finished her shower and walked out of the bathroom, feeling upset.

Then I remembered that I had secretly left the hotel through the back door today.

At the time, she was in such a state of confusion that she knew she had no way of facing Zheng Muyan.

There was no way to pretend nothing was wrong, so he hurriedly got dressed and left through the back door.

My phone has been switched off.

She thought for a moment and then sat down on the sofa, drying her hair with a towel while turning on the phone.

As soon as the signal came in, countless missed calls and text messages popped up.

They were all Zheng Muyan's, lined up in a row. Just how many calls did he make?

Siyi was thinking of how to phrase it so she could call him back and explain, when her phone suddenly vibrated again. She looked down and saw that the number flashing on the screen was an unfamiliar string of digits.

She assumed it was Zheng Muyan and, without giving it much thought, took a deep breath and answered the phone.

"Honey, are we home yet?"

The words "senior brother" were already on her lips, but before she could utter them, she heard a deep, resonant voice from the other end of the phone.

"Jiang Yan, you're like a persistent ghost, why are you calling me so late?"

If she had known it was his call, she definitely wouldn't have answered.

However, she clearly remembered that she had already blacklisted his number.

This guy must have used a different phone to call.

Jiang Yanhui, however, shamelessly spouted nonsense on the other end of the phone, "Don't be shy, I know you're waiting for my call. I'm just calling to let you know. I just got home and I'm lying in bed thinking about you. I'm so thinking about you that my body is aching a little."

Even though he had said too many vulgar things to her that she found unacceptable.

But every time she heard it, Siyi still couldn't help but blush and her heart would race.

She could almost picture him looking at that moment, probably holding his phone and grinning wickedly.

How can there be such a man in this world?

Any vulgar or obscene word becomes perfectly natural in his mouth.

"You despicable person!" she hissed through gritted teeth. "Jiang Yanhui, you're not allowed to call me again. Even if you do, I won't answer!"

"So who are you talking to now? Didn't you answer my call?"

"That's because you changed your phone number. If I had known it was you, I definitely wouldn't have answered!"

"So you added that phone number to your blacklist?"

No wonder he couldn't get through when he tried to make calls with that phone.

Siyi gave a cold laugh and bluntly tossed him two words, "That's right!"

"Hmm, I knew it. But it's okay." Unexpectedly, he showed no sign of business and instead said casually, "If you like playing this kind of game, I'll play with you. You like to save your name as a blacklist, right? Tomorrow I'll have someone buy me a few hundred cards. You can save one and I'll switch to another to play."

"You!" Siyi was so angry that she felt a lump in her throat and her stomach ached. "Jiang Yanhui, are you really that bored? Can't you just leave me alone?"

"How can that be? You're my woman. If I don't think about you, do you want me to think about someone else?"

He spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, his deep voice still incredibly sexy even over the phone, “Then my little darling will get jealous and find another man to make me jealous, wouldn’t that be a bad deal for me?”