Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o
Chapter 580: Mental Disorder (4)

Chapter 580: Chapter 580: Mental Disorder (4)

With this security company, they would be legitimate office workers, following An Yiqing without any reservations, and wouldn’t be looked down upon by others.

An Zhifeng and An Zhihuo’s eyes were slightly red as they looked at An Yiqing, their gazes filled with emotion.

"Miss, thank you for your well-intentioned efforts. But... we brothers lack experience and are afraid of not managing well..." An Zhifeng was somewhat worried, afraid of squandering An Yiqing’s money for nothing.

"No experience? Then consider this company an opportunity for you to gain experience," An Yiqing said softly as she put down her teacup and smiled, "Right now, I’m so poor that all I have is money. You guys can help relieve me of some of it, spend a little. I didn’t set up this security company with the expectation of making a profit, just for fun. Don’t feel pressured. If it does well and earns a fortune, all that money is yours to spend. If it doesn’t do well and loses money, I’ll cover the losses. In any case, just go ahead and give it your all! Once you’ve hired more people, having a bunch of grown men cooped up in this house every day is no way to live."

Upon hearing An Yiqing’s words, images of dozens, even hundreds of men cooped up in the house, boredly staring at each other, instantly flashed in An Zhifeng and An Zhihuo’s minds, giving them a jolt.

"All right, Miss, we’ll follow your lead," An Zhifeng nodded vigorously, assuring An Yiqing, "Don’t worry, we will certainly run this security company well and won’t let you down!"

An Yiqing smiled tenderly and nodded, "Good, I’ll be waiting."

At that time, An Yiqing had no idea that what was merely meant to provide her brothers with a legitimate identity—a security company—would in the future be turned into the world’s most renowned security brand by the Twelve Blood Generals, Zhang Yufeng, Feng’s siblings, and others.

This outcome was unexpected by everyone, of course, but that is a story for another time.

After finishing the discussion with An Zhifeng and An Zhihuo, a car horn sounded outside the mansion.

"Miss, General Gu has arrived," teased An Zhifeng and An Zhihuo, looking at An Yiqing and jeering together.

An Yiqing’s face flushed red, and she glared at them fiercely before saying irritably, "Go to training! I’m leaving!"

With that, she grabbed her bag and fled in a hurry, leaving An Zhifeng and An Zhihuo laughing heartily behind her.

Outside the mansion, a silver and black Aston Martin was stationed like a graceful cheetah on its own territory.

Outside the car stood a tall, straight, divinely handsome man with his head bowed, his aura cold.

As An Yiqing walked out of the mansion’s main gate, what she saw was a pleasing sight. In the cold of early spring, twigs showed hints of budding green on the sparsely populated Ancient Street of Xuandu City. The indifferent and striking man stood unparalleled and alone, seeming lonely.

"Ah Lin!" For some reason, An Yiqing’s heart ached, and as she called out his name, she hurried into Gu Yelin’s embrace and tightly hugged his slender waist.

As his treasure pounced on him with the force of a little tiger, Gu Yelin steadied his hands to catch her, holding her tightly in his arms. The solitude and coldness that had enveloped him vanished, leaving only tenderness and happiness in his heart and eyes.

"Ah Lin, I’ve missed you," An Yiqing nuzzled her head against Gu Yelin’s sturdy chest, her voice soft and nasal with affection.

Her coquettish dependence melted Gu Yelin’s heart, and he leaned down to plant a deep kiss on An Yiqing’s forehead, holding her tightly and sighing, "Tutu, I’ve missed you."

Those short five words, uttered with unbending conviction and love, made An Yiqing’s heart quiver, and her eyes suddenly filled with tears.