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Chapter 20: Ninth Brother seemed to have a huge secret.
“No.”
Meng Mingxuan shook her head.
“Ninth Brother is the best brother in the world… Ninth Brother.”
Knowing that he didn’t like her calling him brother, she corrected herself in time.
Yan Mo Jiu looked at the girl in front of him with deep eyes.
Her eyes were full of dependence on him.
Like a weary bird that had been hurt outside, finally finding its way back to the safe haven that made her feel secure.
“Ninth Brother.” Meng Mingxuan gently tugged at Yan Mo Jiu’s sleeve.
“Hmm?”
“I really broke up with Yin Ting, and I won’t think about him anymore. Ninth Brother, in the future… don’t get angry with me because of misunderstandings, and don’t leave me, okay?” Meng Mingxuan was really afraid of Yan Mo Jiu’s misunderstandings, she didn’t want to be left behind again.
Yan Mo Jiu’s thin lips moved slightly.
He wanted to explain that he didn’t leave her.
He just wanted to digest his own anger.
He was afraid of scaring her.
But…
He couldn’t explain his terrible possessiveness.
“Okay.” Yan Mo Jiu finally gave up the idea of explaining.
He gently touched Meng Mingxuan’s cheek and promised: “Ninth Brother promises Mingxuan, he won’t misunderstand Mingxuan again, and he won’t leave Mingxuan again.”
“Pinky swear.” Meng Mingxuan stretched out her finger.
Yan Mo Jiu really wanted to laugh at this moment.
It had been a long time since he had pinky sworn with his little rose.
“Pinky swear.”
He chuckled softly, hooked his little finger with her soft finger, and gently sealed it with his thumb.
Meng Mingxuan looked at the two thumbs that were sealed together, her heart settled, and she said seriously again, “Ninth Brother, in the future, if you get angry, just tell me, and I will coax you.”
Yan Mo Jiu’s usually calm heart lake, as if a stone had been forcefully thrown into it, rippled.
“What if, Ninth Brother makes Mingxuan angry?”
He asked tentatively.
“No!” Meng Mingxuan shook her head without thinking, “I will never be angry with Ninth Brother again.”
“I mean, what if.”
The man’s tone was serious.
As if he was determined to get an answer from her.
She pursed her lips slightly, thought carefully, and replied: “I will also tell Ninth Brother that I’m unhappy, and I want Ninth Brother to coax me.”
Anyway, she won’t be angry with him anymore.
At most, she’ll be unhappy.
“No matter what Ninth Brother does to make Mingxuan unhappy?” Yan Mo Jiu looked at her serious eyes.
“Yes.” Meng Mingxuan nodded without hesitation.
No matter what he did to make her unhappy, she wouldn’t really be angry with him.
“Mingxuan, remember what you said today.”
Yan Mo Jiu pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on her head, and said softly.
Because, he took her seriously.
Meng Mingxuan hummed in his arms, and couldn’t help but think, how could she have hated this embrace before?
It’s so warm.
“President Yan… ah, sorry, I have something to do, I’ll go first!”
The secretary pushed the door open, froze for a moment, then quickly prepared to run away.
“Come in!”
Yan Mo Jiu sternly stopped the secretary, and at the same time released Meng Mingxuan from his arms.
The secretary: “…”
What a bad luck kid I am!
I didn’t look at the almanac when I went out today.
The secretary walked into the office tremblingly and closed the door.
He stood in front of the sofa, his voice mechanical as he reported: “President Yan, someone from Kyoto has come, saying that they want to urge you in person, they are waiting for you in the meeting room now.”
Kyoto?
Meng Mingxuan’s watery eyes moved slightly.
Ninth Brother… being urged by someone from Kyoto?
“What’s the rush?”
“Bring him in.” Yan Mo Jiu said calmly.
It was time for Mingxuan to know about his background.
Because, he was going to take her away.
“Yes, President Yan.”
After the secretary left, Meng Mingxuan looked at Yan Mo Jiu, confused: “Ninth Brother, what are the people from Kyoto urging you to do?”
Yan Mo Jiu slowly looked at her, and after a long time, he uttered two words: “Return to Kyoto.”
Return to Kyoto?
Return… to Kyoto??
Meng Mingxuan suddenly understood in an instant why Yan Mo Jiu had suddenly disappeared from Lincheng in her previous life.
He had gone to Kyoto!
And the secretary’s word “urge” just now indicated… he was probably going to Kyoto early on.
It was because of her that he hadn’t gone.
Otherwise, why would the people in Kyoto send someone to urge him?
She was about to ask again, but he rubbed her head, “Be good, we’ll talk about it at home.”
As he spoke, Yan Mo Jiu looked at the door that was being pushed open, “Now, there are outsiders.”
“Okay.” Meng Mingxuan obediently shut her mouth.
The door was pushed open.
The secretary led in an old man in his sixties.
The old man was wearing a Zhongshan suit, his eyes exuded an air of authority that had been tempered by time.
Meng Mingxuan quietly observed him.
He looked somewhat imposing, but seemed to be missing something.
Perhaps it was a lack of… nobility.
The next moment, the old man smiled and bowed, addressing Yan Mo Jiu: “Young Master, the old master said that you didn’t answer your phone or reply to messages, so he sent me over to urge you to return to Kyoto in person.”
Meng Mingxuan: “!”
Young Master!
Why would this old man call her Ninth Brother “Young Master”?
Could it be that Uncle Yan was actually from Kyoto, a lost child from some wealthy family?
Although Uncle Yan had passed away, Ninth Brother was found by the family?
To inherit billions of assets?
Meng Mingxuan’s mind was filled with all sorts of wild guesses.
“I don’t seem to have promised you anything.”
Yan Mo Jiu’s long legs were casually crossed, exuding a natural air of lazy nobility.
Meng Mingxuan squeezed her fingers, suppressing the urge to move her Ninth Brother’s legs down.
As long as Ninth Brother likes it, as long as Ninth Brother likes it…
She repeated it several times in her mind before she managed to hold back.
It was Yan Mo Jiu who, after glancing at her troubled little face a few times, chuckled softly and put his right leg down.
He put it down properly.
Before Meng Mingxuan could figure out what was going on, she heard the old man gently persuade: “No matter how Mr. Yan acts, the old master truly loves Young Master. Now the old master is running out of time, and he urgently needs you to return to Kyoto to take charge, even… even for your mother, you can’t let the family business fall into the hands of that mother and son.”
Huh?
Huh huh?
Huh huh huh?
Meng Mingxuan’s red lips slightly parted, her heart was already too shocked to describe with words.
Why do these words sound so familiar when they are separated, but so strange when they are put together?
“I’ll give you an answer in a week.”
Thinking of his deceased mother, a hint of icy coldness flashed in Yan Mo Jiu’s eyes.
“Okay, okay, then I’ll go back to Kyoto to report to the old master.” The old man immediately laughed happily.
Even after the old man left, Meng Mingxuan’s hand was held by Yan Mo Jiu, and she still couldn’t recover.
“Ninth Brother…”
“Let’s go home first.”
Okay.
Meng Mingxuan felt a faint unease in her heart, she felt that Ninth Brother seemed to have a huge secret.
It was a big secret that she hadn’t been able to access in her previous life when she married Yin Ting.
And this life, because she returned to Ninth Brother’s side, Ninth Brother would tell her this big secret.
The car quickly left the Meng Yan Group building.
Meng Mingxuan was led by Yan Mo Jiu to get out of the car and return to the villa.
“Have some juice.”
Yan Mo Jiu poured Meng Mingxuan a glass of juice and sat down opposite her.
This scene made Meng Mingxuan even more nervous.
She picked up the juice and drank it in a few gulps.
“I finished it.”
She sat up straight, her hands placed on her lap, waiting to hear the big secret that was about to be revealed.
Yan Mo Jiu looked at Meng Mingxuan, who was as obedient as a lamb, and the hidden pain in his heart was slightly relieved.
“Mingxuan, your Uncle Yan is not my biological father.”
The man’s voice was very low, but every word was deafening.
Meng Mingxuan’s beautiful eyes widened!
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