Shen Yuming had just finished an international meeting. As he walked out of the conference room, he saw Yu Yan running and jumping toward the office. When passing by, Yu Yan even waved and greeted him.

“Young Master Yu looks like he just paid off a few million in debts.” Zhao Chi sighed.

“Go keep an eye on him.” Shen Yuming’s voice was calm.

“Yes.” Zhao Chi understood and was about to leave when he was called back.

“Wait.” Shen Yuming slightly lifted the corner of his lips. “Call Yu Chen and have him keep an eye on him.”

Back in his office, Shen Yuming turned on the frosted glass again.

Though the sound was blocked, he could still see the actions clearly.

As soon as Yu Yan returned to the office, he started knitting a scarf again. The apricot-colored scarf was almost finished, and he took out a ball of black cashmere yarn.

Who was he knitting it for?

After a short while, Zhao Chi came in. “Mr. Shen, Young Master Yu had a phone call with Qi Mo ten minutes ago. The details of the conversation are unclear for now.”

“Only Qi Mo?” Shen Yuming raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

As soon as the words were spoken, there was movement on the other side of the frosted glass.

Yu Yan carefully folded the scarf and yarn, placing them into a bag. It seemed he wasn’t planning to take it with him but intended to continue knitting tomorrow at work.

Shen Yuming turned off the frosted glass, and just as expected, the office door was knocked.

Hearing the instructions to open the door, Yu Yan poked his head out from the door.

“Chen Ge, I have something to do and am leaving for now. I’ll bring you milk tea when I return.”

“No need.”

Shen Yuming’s eyes darkened slightly, and then he sent a message to Yu Chen.

Just a few seconds after the message was sent, the phone rang.

Yu Chen’s urgent voice came through the phone, “Shen Yuming, where did my brother go?”

“I don’t know.” Shen Yuming stared at the documents on the desk, unconsciously curling the corner of a page with his finger.

“You’re coming downstairs now, and we’ll go together.”

“I’m not going.”

“If you don’t come, we won’t be friends anymore!”

…

“Master, how much longer until we arrive?”

Yu Yan was sitting in the back seat of a Wuling Hongguang, his body numb from the bumps.

“Almost there, in about ten minutes. The roads here haven’t been repaired, so it’s a bit difficult to drive,” the driver explained in broken Mandarin.

Jian Ran handed him a bottle of water. “Drink.”

The cold water went down his throat, soothing his discomfort.

By the time they got out of the car, Yu Yan was already numb, feeling no energy left. He handed two hundred yuan to the driver to help unload the goods.

Jian Ran glanced around. “Is this an orphanage?”

Yu Yan nodded, looking weak. “I checked the donation records for charity foundations over the past thirty years. Only this orphanage hasn’t received any donations in recent years.”

Jian Ran rolled up his sleeves and helped the workers unload a box of down jackets.

Yu Yan hadn’t recovered yet, casually taking a few photos for later marketing use, which was also the main reason he brought Jian Ran here.

Before he could take two more pictures, an urgent phone call interrupted him.

Seeing the note on the screen, he waited for a while before answering.

As soon as the call connected, Qi Mo’s eager voice came through. “The reporters are on their way. The media will report on your charity work at 8 PM tonight. I also got dozens of marketing accounts to write press releases, exposing Yu Chen’s actions, letting everyone know he’s been occupying what should be yours. After tonight, the world will know that you are the true heir of Chaoxing.”

Yu Yan’s eyelids twitched. “No reporters, no press releases.”

“Why?”

“After so many years of charity work, it only got reported now. If my first charity event is heavily covered by the media, won’t that just tell everyone I’m acting?”

“If I do more charity work later, and someone accidentally snaps a photo and posts it online, people will dig up my previous charity records. Wouldn’t that make it more believable?”

Yu Yan paused for a moment before speaking again, “Then we’ll directly appear in charity news, and what does my brother have to do with this? Maybe your reputation will improve, and you could even intern at the family company.”

“Right, why didn’t I think of that? I should do more charity work first before people will believe it,” Qi Mo suddenly realized. “I’ll tell the reporters not to come.”

Yu Yan nodded slowly and hung up the phone.

Having grown up in an orphanage, he knew there were many hidden rules around donations and charity work.

Most entrepreneurs donate to reduce taxes, some celebrities do it to build their public image, and some college students volunteer for credits, but there are also people who genuinely care.

No matter the reason, at least the money and goods are donated, and he’s grateful for that.

In the past, Yu Yan would sincerely write long thank-you letters of over two thousand words to each kind-hearted donor. When they received the letters, they would proudly show them off, which in turn encouraged more donations to the orphanage.

He was also very tactful, not only writing thank-you letters but also mentioning donors in front of the media.

Yu Yan’s donations had no other reason than that he grew up eating other people’s food and wearing other people’s clothes, and he hoped the children in the orphanage could grow up healthy.

Most of the children in the orphanage had physical or psychological problems, or they wouldn’t have been abandoned.

Yu Yan handed the list to the orphanage director, asking her to check the number of donated items. In a few days, another batch of school supplies and daily necessities would be delivered.

“Thank you, big brother.”

The little boy opened his mouth, and saliva kept flowing down uncontrollably.

Yu Yan checked his pocket and realized he had forgotten to bring tissues, so he wiped the boy’s mouth with his sleeve. “No need to thank me.”

Before he could finish speaking, a loud cry came from above.

A little boy wearing a black hoodie was lying on the tree trunk, crying loudly. His eyes were small, and the space between them seemed wider than usual, making him look like he might have Down syndrome.

The branch the boy was on wasn’t very high, but the trunk beneath it was bare, making it easy to climb up but difficult to bring a troubled child down.

The crying grew louder, and suddenly the boy kicked his legs twice, slipping off the branch. Luckily, his clothes got caught on the branch.

Yu Yan let out a sigh of relief and quickly climbed up to pull the boy back up.

Just as he was hesitating about whether to get a ladder or carry the boy down, he unexpectedly bumped into two suspicious people outside the wall.

Yu Yan: “…”

Yu Chen: “…”

Shen Yuming: “…”

The boy was very strong and suddenly tugged hard, causing Yu Yan to stagger and almost fall with him.

“Xiao Yan—”

Yu Yan took a deep breath. “Brother, catch him.”

Yu Chen reacted quickly and caught the boy steadily.

With his body finally relaxed, Yu Yan steadied himself and immediately jumped down to the nearby open space.

His plan seemed perfect, but unexpectedly, Shen Yuchan ran a few steps back, trying to catch him.

“Bang—”

Yu Yan landed in Shen Yuchan’s arms, knocking him over, and they rolled several times on the ground.

…

In the lounge.

Yu Yan, holding the iodine tincture he had borrowed from the director, was cleaning Shen Yuming’s hand, applying a SpongeBob band-aid over a scratch from the tree branch.

The band-aid was something the orphanage used to comfort the children, decorated with cartoon designs.

“That height was only about one floor. I wouldn’t have been hurt jumping down. There was no need to catch me.”

After putting the iodine tincture back in the medical box, Yu Yan took a wet wipe to clean the dirt on Shen Yuming’s clothes.

“Is your shirt torn? I’ll buy you a new one.”

Shen Yuming replied with a soft “Hmm,” flicking his fingers lightly and then leaning back on the couch to relax, allowing Yu Yan to continue.

Yu Yan had jumped too quickly back then and hadn’t had time to warn anyone, so his instinct was just to catch the boy. Now that he thought about it, it wasn’t necessary for him to act overly considerate, especially since when he had jumped from the third floor at the Yu family’s villa, he wasn’t hurt.

Yu Chen snorted sourly and said, “My clothes are dirty too. Why don’t you wipe mine?”

His clothes not only had dirt but also the boy’s tears and mucus, making them even worse.

Yu Yan casually threw him a pack of wet wipes.

“Brother, you don’t have OCD. You can wipe it yourself.”

Mainly because Shen Yuchan’s clothes were dirtied by him, Yu Yan felt a bit guilty. Besides, Yu Chen was his brother, so there was no need to be too polite.

Yu Chen was shocked and turned his head. “When did you develop OCD?”

Shen Yuming raised an eyebrow, leaned back on the couch comfortably, and arrogantly replied, “Now.”

Yu Chen’s eyelids twitched, and he glanced at Yu Yan, but didn’t speak.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door of the lounge. The director was standing outside with a list.

“Xiao Yan, a truckload of rice, flour, oil, and salt just arrived. Could you come check the quantity?”

“Okay, Director. I’ll be right there.”

Yu Yan carefully inspected Shen Yuming’s clothes, confirming that most of the dirt had been cleaned off, and then said, “I’ll be back in a moment.”

Yu Yan was pragmatic. He didn’t engage in any superficial acts; his donations were always things that could be put to good use.

After Yu Yan left, Yu Chen suddenly straightened up and looked Shen Yuming up and down. “When did you become so close with my brother?”

Shen Yuming leisurely placed the wet wipes away and retorted, “Wasn’t it you who asked me to take care of him?”

Although that was true, Yu Chen still felt something was off. Remembering Shen Yuming’s despicable nature, he spoke cautiously, “He’s my little brother. Keep your shady tricks to yourself.”

Shen Yuming scoffed, “Why don’t you take him away yourself?”

Yu Chen seriously considered the possibility. Yu Yan was much better than before, no longer pretending. It wouldn’t be impossible to bring him back to the company.

But Yu Yan had been doing well at Minghua, and he had made some friends. He wasn’t sure if he would adapt well to a new place.

That being said, Yu Yan would have to return to his own company sooner or later. He couldn’t work at Minghua for the rest of his life. Going back to Chaoxing ahead of time would also give him time to adjust.

“Forget it. Keep an eye on him. I think he’s changed a lot compared to before.”

“Maybe.” Shen Yuming slowly relaxed his tightly furrowed brows.

“I never expected my brother’s big achievement to be charity work. I should have given him more money earlier,” Yu Chen yawned.

On the way back, Yu Yan sat in the middle seat in the back of the van.

After hearing the entire story, Yu Chen frowned unconsciously. “Why did you bring Qi Mo along for charity?”

“His family runs a daily necessities business, right? If I bring him, I can save half the money. I only need to buy rice, grains, and oil,” Yu Yan chuckled.

As for whether Qi’s family would gain a good reputation, he didn’t care as long as the children in the orphanage benefited.

People like Qi Mo, who are easy to take advantage of, are hard to come by!

“You can charge it to my card,” Yu Chen’s expression softened a lot.

Yu Yan vaguely nodded, “Every little bit helps. I promised the director that I would help the children from the orphanage go to college.”

Compulsory education only lasts for nine years, and high school and college are a considerable expense. Although the country has policies to reduce costs, there is still a gap to fill.

“Alright, let me know next time in advance so the family doesn’t worry.”

The van stopped downstairs at Chaoxing. Before getting out, Yu Chen patted Yu Yan’s head, offering reassurance.

Yu Yan gave an “OK” gesture, still absorbed in his phone, unaware that Shen Yuming was staring intently at the top of his head.

WeChat notifications kept ringing. Thinking it was Qi Mo acting up again, Yu Yan opened the app and discovered a new group chat had been added. It was created by Song Yun Jing.

The group name was—“Absolutely No Doing Small (4)”?

A pun! How clichéd!

【Song Yun Jing: Welcome, Young Master!】

【Jian Ran: Welcome!】

【Yu Yan: What a name, simple, elegant, and easy to understand. I like it.】

【Yu Yan: Who’s the other person? He Zhi Yu?】

【Song Yun Jing: @He Zhi Yu, where are you?】

【Yu Yan: Filming a movie? Haven’t finished yet?】

After sending the message, the group fell into an awkward silence, no one responding.

【Yu Yan: Did I say something wrong?】

【Jian Ran: No… No, I don’t think so?】

【Song Yun Jing: No, the future best actor wouldn’t care about this. @He Zhi Yu, stop playing dead.】

System notification: He Ying Di has changed the group name to “Anyone Who Can’t Stand Us, Go (4).”

This name…

【Yu Yan: Great name!】

【Song Yun Jing: Do you think this name will get us assassinated if someone sees it?】

【He Zhi Yu: @Jian Ran, still stuttering while typing?】

【He Zhi Yu: Welcome, second-gen bro!】

【Yu Yan: ???】

Suddenly, someone patted Yu Yan’s head. He instinctively looked up and met Shen Yuming’s hand as he withdrew it.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s a piece of broken leaf.”

Yu Yan said “oh” and touched his head. “That must have happened when I jumped down from the tree.”

“Mm, you continue,” Shen Yuming lightly flicked his fingers, the soft sensation seemingly lingering.

“I’m not busy.” Yu Yan casually handed over his phone screen. “I finally earned the trust of the artists. They added me to the internal group.”

Shen Yuming immediately spotted the group name, his eyelids twitching twice. “Great name.”