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Chapter 324: The Unscrupulous Eldest Young Master Yan

Chapter 324: Chapter 324: The Unscrupulous Eldest Young Master Yan

After all, the security at the old man’s place was like a fortified wall of iron and copper. Even Zhu Junwei, even if he, Yan Han, deployed all his human and material resources, they might not be able to breach it.

However, the matter was basically resolved now. No matter if it concerned his son or his parents, they could all safely come back for the Spring Festival.

"Son, you have to speak about this yourself to your grandparents, I don’t have that ability!" Lady Yan expressed without a shred of honor. She wasn’t going to chew on such a hard bone!

"Mom, get dad to talk to them!"

Eldest young master Yan rather unjustly pushed their dad to the front line. But, Lady Yan was a rang model of a wife protecting her husband, "Go on, go, don’t implicate your dad, you have the ability to speak for yourself!"

In the end, the eldest young master Yan, with no other option, had to let his mom pass the mobile phone to his dad.

"Grandpa, the little boy has been home many days now, right? Ying’er, his grandma, and I miss him a lot, maybe let him come back with mom and dad a day early, what do you think, is it okay?"

Old man Yan was aging, so Yan treated him as gently as he would with a child. It seemed as if their roles exchanged. The strong-willed and despotic young Yan had matured into the caring and nurturing old master Yan.

"What do you mean many days? One year has 365 days, and he only comes back to spend ten to eight days with us, and you consider that many days? No, the baby boy can’t come back early, I don’t care when your parents return!"

At that moment, Yan could almost imagine the expressions of his dad and mom cracking at the other end of the call.

After much coaxing and cajoling, the old man was still unwilling to budge. Yan had no other choice but to say goodbye to his dad and hang up the phone.

No wonder their baby boy is such a hard nut to crack. So, they inherited this characteristic from their grandfather’s generation?

After hanging up the phone, Yan temporarily put this matter aside. He buried himself in work for who knows how long. Finally, he managed to get some work done. Seeing that it was close to seven o’clock, without a doubt, he had to work overtime tonight!

When his office phone rang, Yan was puzzled. Qin Xiu had left punctually at five-thirty, who could it be at this time?

Picking it up, it turned out to be the Front Desk Reception, "Young Master Yan, your takeout has arrived, shall we bring it up now?"

It seemed that the omnipotent special assistant had deduced from the pile of files on his boss’s desk that Yan would work overtime and considerately ordered his dinner in advance.

While eating what ordinary people would consider deluxe takeout, Yan could not help comparing it with the bowl of noodles he ate in the afternoon. In this comparison, the not-so-cheap takeout tasted as bland as wax to him.

Finishing the unpalatable dinner with difficulty, Yan went into the lounge to wash his face. Coming out and sitting down, he thought that he would take a holiday the day after tomorrow. But his precious son was still stuck in the capital. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

It’s strange to think that before the baby boy was sent back to him, he had never fantasized about having a son. He even less expected that one day he would miss his chubby little boy so much that he would be restless.

However, this little boy had only been with him for just over a month, and he was already used to his presence.

Saying that a single day apart feels like three seasons might be an exaggeration, but he really missed the little guy right now, even if the little boy always looked stern and gave him a cold face, hardly responding to his questions.

But he really couldn’t help but think about the cheeky little creature. Strictly speaking, does this kind of feeling qualify as masochism?

If that’s the case, then, perhaps every parent in the world can be classified as a classical melancholic patient.

He took out the mobile phone and dialed out again. This time, he still dialed his mother’s mobile phone number.

"What is it now? I told you, if you want the baby boy to come back earlier, you have to persuade the old man yourself, I can’t say it!"

His mother’s powerful voice rang in his ear, leaving Yan feeling a bit pitiful and sympathetic towards himself. Perhaps he was not born from his mother’s womb. Otherwise, why did his mother not show any symptoms of the masochism he had just identified?

"Mom, call the baby boy to listen to the phone."

The little guy was currently playing football with his brother and cousin in the yard at the moment. To fulfill the whims of this little ancestor, the old man had turned on all the lights in the yard, making it as bright as day.

"Baby, your daddy is looking for you!" Lady Yan shouted at the little boy who was cunningly maneuvering his way around his brother.

The young boy ignored her as if he hadn’t heard her, and swiftly bypassed his brother before kicking the football into his brother’s goal.

"Heehee! Brother, I scored! Now it’s 5:1! Let’s continue after I finish the call!"

The two children and the toddler had set up three goalposts in the not too big yet not too small yard. Everyone was responsible for their own defense and attack.

The current score was, the older brother had scored 5 goals in the young boy’s goal and 3 goals in the sister’s goal. The sister had not scored any, making her the weakest link. The younger boy had scored 1 goal in his brother’s and sister’s goals respectively.

In reality, there was a significant deficit in height, strength, and power among the three of them. However, the young boy insisted on playing this way, and his older brother and sister had no choice but to go along with him. Even so, they had not given the young boy any advantages. Because the boy took it as a sign of disrespect and perceived it as them looking down on him if they went easy on him.

He announced that he was going to take a call, so his brother and sister casually sat down on the stone bench outside the yard to take a break.

The young boy hastily ran over to Lady Yan, took the mobile phone with his chubby little hand that already had the bandage removed, and while panting, he spoke into the receiver in a soft and tender voice, "Hello..."

Even though Yan did not hear the anticipated "Daddy" from the other end of the call, he was still over the moon with happiness.

"Baby boy, it’s Daddy!"

"Yes..." the little boy was still panting. Yan seemed to feel waves of hot and humid air blowing on his face, and that soft answer almost made him swoon.

"Baby boy, Star is sick, do you want to come back early and take a look at it?"

Yan felt that he was a bit out of line as he had earlier used Star’s sickness to kidnap Zhu Qianying’s sympathy, and had eventually made her accompany him to take Star to the vet. Just now, before he left, he had agreed with Zhu Qianying to take Star for an injection tomorrow.

Now, taking advantage of his precious son’s affection for Star, he wanted him to put pressure on his grandfather to agree to an earlier return to L City.

"Star is sick? What’s wrong with it? Is it not eating or drinking? Or is it just lying somewhere motionless?"

The young boy who was initially indifferent and appeared to be ignoring Yan became anxious when he heard that his favorite dog was sick and immediately started yelling.

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