Chapter 21: Ninth Master wants to secure a position for himself.

Meng Mingxuan lost both her parents when she was six years old and moved into the Yan family.

During her childhood, the person who accompanied her the most was Yan Mo Jiu, who was four years older than her.

Then there was Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan.

Once, she was so envious of Yan Mo Jiu’s complete family, with both parents and a harmonious home.

But… but Yan Mo Jiu now told her that Uncle Yan was not his biological father?

“You know, Dad and Mom were childhood sweethearts.”

Yan Mo Jiu took out a cigarette, looked at Meng Mingxuan, and played with the lighter with his long fingers, but didn’t light it.

Meng Mingxuan was too shocked to even care that the man had taken out a cigarette.

She forced herself to close her mouth and nodded: “Yeah, I know.”

Uncle Yan loved Aunt Yan very much, and he always talked about their childhood sweethearts.

She knew that from a very young age.

It’s just…

The love of the Yan family men seemed to have a bit of a tragic ending.

Meng Mingxuan still remembered the day Aunt Yan had an accident, Uncle Yan was completely broken.

She only took one look and started crying.

It must have been such extreme pain to be so desperate.

Later…

She saw the same despair in Yan Mo Jiu.

“You only know that Dad and Mom were childhood sweethearts, but you don’t know that childhood sweethearts can’t beat a sudden arrival.”

Yan Mo Jiu chuckled sarcastically, then glanced at her again.

Meng Mingxuan inexplicably felt that he sounded like he was hinting at her when he said “childhood sweethearts can’t beat a sudden arrival.”

It must be an illusion.

She didn’t have a childhood sweetheart.

Unlike Yu Tiantian and Yin Ting… oh, she was deceived by Yu Tiantian in her previous life, Yu Tiantian and Yin Ting weren’t childhood sweethearts either.

“Ninth Brother, do you mean that someone interfered with Dad and Mom’s relationship back then?” Meng Mingxuan calmed down and asked.

“It wasn’t a person.” Yan Mo Jiu said slowly, “It was a scumbag.”

“…”

Meng Mingxuan, who was suddenly corrected, almost choked on her own saliva, and she finally realized who this scumbag was.

The old man who came from Kyoto today called Yan Mo Jiu “Young Master” and mentioned “Mr.” when relaying the old master’s words.

Plus, Yan Mo Jiu had already said that he wasn’t Uncle Yan’s biological son.

So… the one who interfered with Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan’s childhood sweethearts was the “Mr.” in Kyoto!

Ninth Brother’s biological father.

Also the… “scumbag” in Ninth Brother’s mouth.

“His name is Yan Zheng, he’s the last descendant of the prestigious Yan family in Kyoto, and at that time, he was a powerful figure.”

The cigarette in Yan Mo Jiu’s hand was bent.

“He came to Lincheng for an inspection and met Mom.”

Meng Mingxuan trembled slightly – Aunt Yan was very beautiful, a gentle Jiangnan beauty to the core, it’s easy to imagine how the Yan Shao from Kyoto would be captivated.

“Mom went with him willingly.”

Yan Mo Jiu smiled very, very lightly, “Dad chose to let her go. He thought Mom had found true love.”

Thought?

So, it wasn’t real?

Meng Mingxuan subconsciously clenched her fingers.

“Actually, Mom was just protecting Dad. She knew that she couldn’t fight against a powerful force, Dad still had his widowed mother to take care of, and he couldn’t be suppressed because of her.”

The cigarette in Yan Mo Jiu’s hand completely broke, “If this was the end of the story, it wouldn’t be a bad story. Unfortunately… Mom was betrayed, and she almost lost her life at the hands of Yan Zheng.”

Meng Mingxuan remembered that…

The old man’s words – you wouldn’t want the Yan family’s business to fall into the hands of that mother and son, would you?

She lowered her eyes.

It turned out that the Yan Shao had taken Aunt Yan away, but hadn’t cherished her.

He had betrayed Aunt Yan, had other women and sons, and almost even killed her.

“Mom was kidnapped on her way back to Lincheng, her hands and feet were broken.”

A cold glint flashed in Yan Mo Jiu’s eyes.

“If Dad hadn’t happened to be in Kyoto for an academic conference, and just happened to be driving back to Lincheng, and found Mom’s heirloom bracelet left on the road, and brought people to rescue her… Mom would have been killed.”

Meng Mingxuan shivered!

The secrets within a big family were indeed cruel and terrifying.

“Dad spent all his savings and promised not to call the police. The kidnappers, for the sake of profit, finally agreed to let her go, but they demanded that Mom change her name and never set foot in Kyoto again.”

Meng Mingxuan understood – the kidnappers were probably hired by Yan Zheng’s mistress, with the goal of killing Aunt Yan.

Only if Aunt Yan died could the mistress become the legitimate wife.

So the kidnappers took money from both sides, but demanded that Aunt Yan change her name and never return to Kyoto, just in case Yan Zheng’s mistress found out that they hadn’t completed the task.

“After Mom’s death was reported to Kyoto, the old master became suspicious and never gave up investigating the truth. A few years ago, his people found me.”

Yan Mo Jiu threw the broken cigarette into the trash can and said calmly, “He said he only recognizes me as his eldest grandson.”

Meng Mingxuan didn’t expect Yan Mo Jiu’s background to be so complicated.

In her previous life…

Was he in Kyoto taking care of all this, which is why he never returned to Lincheng?

No wonder she couldn’t find him anywhere…

“Ninth Brother, what are you going to do now?” Meng Mingxuan asked softly.

He went to Kyoto in his previous life, so he must be going this life too.

He had to avenge Aunt Yan.

But what about her?

Would he take her to Kyoto?

If he asked her to stay in Lincheng, saying that Kyoto was dangerous, how would she convince him to take her to Kyoto?

The anxiety in Meng Mingxuan’s eyes was about to overflow.

Yan Mo Jiu got up and sat down beside her.

He gently held her shoulders with his warm palm, “Mingxuan, although there will be some danger in Kyoto, I’m even more worried about leaving you alone in Lincheng. You…”

Would you like to go to Kyoto with me?

“I don’t want to be alone in Lincheng either! I want to go to Kyoto with Ninth Brother!”

Meng Mingxuan’s eyes lit up with surprise, before Yan Mo Jiu could finish his question, she immediately expressed her desire.

So good.

Ninth Brother didn’t want to leave her alone in Lincheng.

Ninth Brother really is the best Ninth Brother in the world.

Meng Mingxuan’s happiness couldn’t be concealed.

Her already watery eyes were now shining brightly.

“Okay.” Yan Mo Jiu gently pulled her into his arms and stroked her long hair that fell behind her, “So it’s settled, we’ll leave in a week.”

He hadn’t considered leaving her in Lincheng.

But with mountains and rivers separating them, he was afraid that if someone extended their hand to Lincheng, he would be too far away to help, and he would regret it for the rest of his life.

It was better to take her with him, keep her under his eyes.

“Yeah!” Meng Mingxuan smiled brightly, completely at ease.

…

Private room in the club.

Nie Ziyang and Tang Jun clinked glasses: “Cheers! We can finally return to Kyoto and show our skills!”

Over the past few years, most of Meng Yan Group’s business had been transferred to Kyoto.

With the help of the old master Yan, they had partnered with several multinational companies.

Compared to Nie Ziyang and Tang Jun’s excitement, Yan Mo Jiu seemed a little absent-minded in the dim light of the private room.

“Ninth Brother, is there something else bothering you?” Feng Yilin noticed that Yan Mo Jiu was preoccupied.

Yan Mo Jiu’s long, bony fingers gently swirled the wine glass.

After a moment, he looked up.

“There’s a play that needs you to cooperate with me.”

A play?

Feng Yilin was startled: “Who are we acting for?”

Yan Mo Jiu lowered his eyes, looking at the wine in the glass that reflected the alluring lights.

After a long time, he finally spoke softly, “Mingxuan.”

Nie Ziyang: “!”

Tang Jun: “!!”

Feng Yilin was startled again, then smiled: “Ninth Brother, are you finally going to make your move?”

Yan Mo Jiu thought of Meng Mingxuan’s sweet appearance when she couldn’t wait for him to finish his question and hurriedly said she wanted to go to Kyoto with him, and a slight smile curved his lips.

The little rose has been too tempting lately.

He needs to secure a position for himself.