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

A deep glint flashed in his eyes.

The lazy, wicked smile that used to grace his face was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, there was a chilling, eerie atmosphere.

The Jiang family is in the media business, and under normal circumstances, reporters will not write about the Jiang family's affairs casually.

In fact, the Jiang family was not considered a prestigious or prominent family.

At best, they were just people who used to be involved in illegal activities, but are now slowly going through the motions of legalizing their activities.

However, too many dirty deeds were covered up because he was a media mogul.

However, at this moment, with so many reporters in front of them, each of them had a look of excitement on their face.

Like a hunter spotting its prey, it fiercely pounded on its car window. The high-end sports car had excellent sound insulation, successfully blocking out the noise from outside.

Jiang Yan unconsciously narrowed his eyes. Was this the first time he had encountered such a situation?

No, this must be the second time.

The first time must have been more than ten years ago.

The situation was similar then; almost all the reporters in the city had come out and surrounded the Jiang family's gate.

He still remembers that day as the coldest day of the entire winter. Two women from the Jiang family, who had been fighting each other for years, died and were injured.

The entire Jiang family was in a state of chaos, but the reporters camped out at the Jiang family's door every day, never leaving it. Finally, they stopped him, who was only a teenager at the time, and asked him the most pointed questions.

What did he do back then?

The corners of his mouth slowly curved into a very shallow arc, but it lacked its usual nonchalant air, instead carrying a certain disdainful sarcasm.

He reached out and took a cigarette, putting it in his mouth.

He didn't rush to light it, but the scene from back then kept flashing through his mind.

A teenage boy, carrying a schoolbag on his shoulder, pounced on and pushed the person over because of a reporter's words.

Countless people stared in disbelief, yet not a single person dared to step forward.

The boy punched his fists until they were red and swollen, and in the end, the reporter seemed to be crippled...

What a classic memory!

The glaring light from outside the car window shone in.

Even though it was through the thick car window film, you could still see everything clearly through the windshield.

Jiang Yan narrowed her eyes and flicked the lighter in her hand absently with her index finger.

Finally, he clasped his hands together, lit the cigarette in his mouth, took a deep drag, and then pushed open the car door and got out.

A cacophony of voices rushed towards him; the reporters, seeing him as if he were some god of wealth descending, swarmed around him almost frantically.

"Young Master Yan! Young Master Yan! Please answer this: Why does Consort Yu have a son? Is it any of your business?"

"Young Master Yan, everyone says that Yu Meiren was your first love. So, is her son your son?"

"Young Master Yan, you've never had a steady female companion all these years. Is it possible that you and Yu Meiren got married because she was pregnant, but just haven't had time to announce it yet?"

"Young Master Yan, please answer these questions! How old is the child this year? Are you married?"

"........."

"Young Master Yan..."

"...Young Master Yan, please answer this: where is Yu Meiren now? Why have you hidden her so well all these years? Is it because Yu Meiren has been living in the United States for a long time? Or is it because you already had a child before, so you deliberately sent Yu Meiren to the United States to develop her career?"

"........."

"Young Master Yan, answer me!"

Suddenly, a large hand reached out and quickly blocked the lens of a camera that was right in front of it.

Jiang Yan's alluring peach blossom eyes shimmered with an unfathomable light.

He slowly turned around, raised the cigarette in his hand, and took a slow puff.

He exhaled a cloud of smoke with a wicked grin at the reporter standing right in front of him, his voice hoarse, "Believe it or not, even if I did say something to you, it still wouldn't be reported tomorrow?"

The reporter holding the microphone was speechless for a long time after being silenced by his words.

He had already forcefully pushed the camera away and strolled towards the hospital's main entrance.

Some people realized what was happening and, unwilling to give up, tried to chase after him, but their colleagues pulled them back.

"Forget it, he's right. Even if we keep asking, it's no use. Everyone knows that the media in City A is dominated by the Jiang family. We can't afford to offend a young master like him."

Some people, however, were still unwilling to accept this and said indignantly, "How can this be? This is completely unfair! In today's society, there is freedom of speech and freedom of the press. Why can't people report on such a huge scandal as Yu Meiren?"

"Heh, you dare to go back with Jiang Yan and talk about freedom? I think you're the one who's tired of living. The second young master of the Jiang family used to beat reporters to the ground and no one dared to say a word. If you don't want to live, go and provoke a tiger."

"Forget it, let's go cover other news..."

.........

Upon hearing this, everyone deflated like punctured balloons.

in the hospital.

As soon as Jiang Yan walked into the corridor, someone came up to him. It was his assistant, who had probably been waiting for him at the door. He spoke timidly, "Young Master Yan, you've arrived. Young Master Jiajia is still in the operating room."

"Why are there so many reporters at the entrance?"

He flicked the half-smoked cigarette from his fingertips, then suddenly remembered he was in a hospital. His brows furrowed slightly, and he simply tossed it into the trash can. He loosened his collar and said in an annoyed tone, "Didn't I tell you not to let the reporters know? What kind of work are you doing?"

The assistant was startled by the undisguised ferocity emanating from him, and spoke even more cautiously, "I'm sorry, Young Master Yan, I've tried my best, but... they must have gotten the information from Yu Meiren. Yu Meiren is still being held up on set, and there are even more reporters there..."

"Has the fief not arrived yet?"

"They said on the phone... because they had just finished work, but suddenly a lot of reporters swarmed in, and Ms. Yu couldn't get out for a while..."

Jiang Yan frowned even more deeply. "What's going on? Send someone to pick her up!"

"Yes!"

He took a deep breath, looked at the closed operating room doors, and finally asked, "How is Jiajia? Why did she suddenly get into a car accident when she was perfectly fine?"

The assistant in front of her was actually someone Jiang Yan had arranged to be by Yu Meiren's side a few years ago.

He knew that he had always been very capable, so he sent him to the United States to take care of Jiajia.

Yu Meiren had mentioned wanting Jiajia to come back before, and he knew that since she had said so, Jiajia would come back sooner or later, but he didn't expect that such a thing would happen as soon as she came back.

The assistant explained tremblingly, "Young Master Yan, Young Master Jiajia returned a few days ago, but Miss Yu hasn't made arrangements yet, and she's had a particularly heavy workload these past few days, so she's been having me look after him. Unexpectedly, today the young master suddenly ran out and got hit by a car. Now he needs a blood transfusion, but unfortunately, his blood type is rare, and the hospital requires a close relative to come..."

How did those reporters find out?

"...Well...I'm not entirely sure either. It seems Miss Yu received a phone call on set, and I don't know who leaked the information..."

"Forget it!" Jiang Yan waved her hand dismissively. "Have you contacted the young master yet?"

The assistant's face paled even more at the mention of Jiang Yansen. "Young Master Yan, I'm sorry for my incompetence, but the eldest young master... as soon as he heard that it was Miss Yu's people who were looking for him, he... he simply refused to see me."

That damned Jiang Yansen!

Just as he was secretly annoyed, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded at the end of the corridor.

That was the sound of high heels clicking on the ground. Jiang Yan had just turned around when she saw Yu Caiyi running over anxiously, her makeup still on.

"The swallows have returned..."

Her voice was trembling with tears, clearly she was terrified, "Yan Hui... I... I finally made it here, how is Jiajia?"

Jiang Yan reached out and pressed down on her shoulder, saying in a deep voice, "You know Jiajia's blood type. He needs a blood transfusion now. Do you understand what I mean?"

Yu Caiyi was originally filming a period drama, and because it was a period drama, her makeup was quite heavy.

Upon hearing Jiang Yan's words, his expression instantly tightened.

Those large eyes were filled with too many complex and unfathomable emotions. Her bright red lips trembled, and finally she said haltingly, "I...I...I didn't look for him...I don't know how to say it..."

"Call him."

The issue between the three of them is not suitable to be resolved right now.

The most important thing right now is to save Jiajia. Jiang Yan took her phone from Yu Caiyi's assistant and handed it to him, her tone leaving no room for argument, "If you want to save Jiajia, call him right now. This is not the time to act rashly."

Yu Caiyi bit her reddened lower lip tightly, her face full of resentment.

Jiang Yan knew she didn't want to make the call.

As far as he knew, during the years she spent in the United States, the stubborn and proud Caiyi never made a single phone call to Jiang Yansen.

When Jiang Yansen first went to the United States, he actually made a special trip to the United States to look for her.

But she always turned him away.

Jiang Yansen was such a proud man.

After a few times, feeling embarrassed, he stopped contacting her altogether.

He was probably the last to know about Jiajia's return to China, which is such a big deal. So even now that Jiajia is in trouble, he can still sit still, all so that she will beg him for forgiveness.

"I won't fight."

Yu Caiyi turned her face away abruptly. "Yan Hui, I'm begging you, please don't push me onto him, okay? I really don't want to see him. Every time I see him, I'm reminded of that incident... Do you know how much I hate him? If it weren't for him, you and I would have already..."

"fief!"