He's super cute

The man sitting in the middle leaned back on the sofa comfortably, with a pair of slender eyes that could almost be called gentle, a high nose bridge, and white fingers tapping the armrest intentionally or unintentionally, showing a careless expression.

"You should take care of yourself even when you're engaged." Jiang Jinchi put down the red wine glass, as if giving orders, "Those little things should be cleaned up."

He is over forty years old, but he still has a good skin, and he is only in his early thirties, which is enough to get a glimpse of how handsome he was when he was young.

Jiang Yan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, stretched his long legs slowly, and smiled, "It's just a gadget, it's all my baby."

"I like it very much."

"I'll just turn a blind eye to your promiscuity. Now that you're married to the Chu family, you'd better stop it, and don't mess with it." Jiang Jinchi warned in a cold voice.

"How can it be considered a rest?" Jiang Yan seemed to be interested, and leaned forward a little, "For example..."

"Fuck around outside and drive my childhood sweetheart wife into a mental disorder?"

Jiang Jinchi's complexion changed, he grabbed the ashtray at hand and threw it at Jiang Yan, shouting angrily, "Nizi!"

Jiang Yan dodged his head sideways, and when he heard a bang behind him, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was still a little smile in his eyes, "Isn't this asking you for advice?"

"Why did you become angry from embarrassment?"

Jiang Jinchi's chest heaved violently, and he rubbed his forehead to calm down slowly.

Over the years, as long as the two meet each other, there will be such a tit-for-tat confrontation.

Not like a father and son, but like an enemy.

After a long while, he said lightly, "Don't think I don't understand your little tricks."

"The house you usually live in has raised someone, and it lasts for three years. Do you have to tell me?"

"It's just a little pet that is kept for fun." Jiang Yan raised one leg, lowered his eyelashes slightly, as if he didn't care, "You think highly of him."

"What kind of little pet has kept you hidden for three years." Jiang Jinchi lowered his head and straightened his cufflinks. "The lovers around you come and go and none of them stay for long."

"I'm used to it, I'm too lazy to bother." Jiang Yan took a sip of the red wine, half-closed his eyes, recalling Yu Xiaoque's timid appearance, and sneered, "It's such a little thing, but it's just for fun."

There is only one face in the whole body that can be seen, and his temper is also timid, and he can't take it out if he pokes a small somersault.

So it can only be kept in a golden cage and let him play with it.

Without him, Yu Xiaoque would have starved to death on a street long ago.

How can there be such benefits now that it is offered deliciously.

In the future, when he really got married, he would send him to any house he wanted to continue to be raised. It would be considered as benevolent to go to see him if he had nothing to do.

With downcast eyes and a smile, Jiang Yan arranged for the rest of Yu Xiaoque's life in the blink of an eye.

He also shook his red wine glass quite contentedly.

"You'd better keep it for fun." Jiang Jinchi glanced at him sideways, "The Jiang family can't tolerate such an unworthy mistress."

"Don't blame me for doing it myself."

"You don't admit to stealing something?" There was a sudden noise outside the door, accompanied by a hasty knock on the door.

The female voice was shrill and disturbing.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Jinchi asked the waiter impatiently.

"It's the lady from the Chu family who wants to see you." The waiter replied respectfully.

"I didn't steal...I didn't..." There was a soft and crying voice.

Jiang Yan's eyes moved slightly, he poured a cup of tea on his own, and changed into a more comfortable posture.

"Let her in."

Chu Rong's eyes were slightly red, her hair was a little disheveled, she was wearing a tube top and white dress, she was very cute, and she sat down next to Jiang Yan.

Zhang Cheng dragged a struggling young man, threw him heavily on the carpet, and said loudly, "He is the one who stole Sister Chu Rong's earring!"

The boy's body was thin and weak, and he rolled twice on the ground before propping himself up in a daze, shaking his head and staring at the stars in front of his eyes.

The small schoolbag in her arms rolled away to nowhere, and a big hole was torn in the clothes on her body, revealing a little white skin.

A circle of people folded their arms and looked down at him condescendingly. He was ashamed and afraid, and he didn't dare to look up, wishing he could tuck himself into his schoolbag.

Yu Xiaoque hugged herself tightly, her pale face only revealing a pair of panic-stricken water eyes, her small body was trembling like a frightened little quail.

"You said he stole something?" Jiang Yan's voice was always calm, like flowing water hitting a rock, clear and gentle, "What evidence is there?"

Yu Xiaoque's ears twitched, Xiaodai stretched out tentatively, and carefully looked for the familiar voice through the cracks.

When he saw Jiang Yan, his big red eyes suddenly lit up, and his dull hair stood up sharply, as if he had found a backing.

The little quail rubbed against Jiang Yan's feet little by little on the carpet, breathed a sigh of relief, raised her head and smiled at Jiang Yanpan.

Sir will surely believe him.

"Sister Chu Rong's earrings were found in his bag." Zhang Cheng glared at the little vixen, pinched a delicate pink earring, and said airily, "The stolen goods were all caught in full view."

Yu Xiaoque grabbed Jiang Yan's trousers and shook her head vigorously, "No... sir, I don't know why it's in my schoolbag..."

"I really didn't steal..." Yu Xiaoque's eye circles were red again, she couldn't speak clearly as she choked up, and her knuckles that were holding Jiang Yan's trousers were white.

Jiang Yan bent down, touched his head tenderly, and did not speak.

"Ayan, maybe it was just a misunderstanding..." Chu Rongqiang smiled and said empathetically, "Maybe I accidentally left it somewhere, and he wants to give it back to me..."

"The monitoring happens to be broken too..."

"Don't make excuses for him." Zhang Cheng suddenly became unhappy. Seeing the sister who grew up with him being wronged and trying to hold on, he was angry from the heart, "You are not old, and your hands and feet are not clean. Yes, Jiang Ge, you also like such a thing."

Jiang Yan stroked Yu Xiaoque's long hair, with a gentle expression, listening to their quarrel quietly.

"Don't say that." Chu Rong glared at Zhang Cheng reproachfully, and said softly, "He was also careless."

"If you steal it, you steal it." Jiang Jinchi, who had been sitting on the sidelines watching the excitement, said in a low voice, but enough to intimidate him, and he fell silent for a while, "Chu Rong is your fiancée, and she was brought by you. Shouldn't this matter be dealt with fairly as well?"

He looked as if he had leveled the water, but with a few words, he confirmed that Yu Xiaoque had stolen something.

Jiang Yan thoughtfully rubbed the white porcelain teacup slowly with his right hand, with unclear meaning in his eyes, he lowered his head and said softly, "Did you steal it?"