NOVEL NEXT Chapter 77 Three Days' Time
At this moment.
Camphor Luxury Courtyard.
After taking a bath, Yan Mingyu, with a face mask on, lay on the soft leather sofa with her fair and slender legs propped up, scrolling through her social media.
It wasn't that she was bored, but rather most of her friends were business tycoons.
Sometimes, browsing through social media could reveal some business opportunities.
Unfortunately, tonight these business magnates were all showing off the roses for their wives, gifts, or their candle-lit dinners.
"Is it Valentine's Day on May 20th now?"
If it had been before, Yan Mingyu wouldn't have cared. But ever since she was kidnapped a few days ago, the figure in the yellow delivery uniform kept appearing in her mind.
"Does he know today is 520? Could he, too, have sent a gift to himself?"
The thought involuntarily popped into Yan Mingyu's mind.
Hmph, even if he did send one, she wouldn't accept it. She wasn't that easy to appease.
Yan Mingyu thought proudly to herself.
Then, she placed her phone on the coffee table and stood up to pick up a book to read.
A little while later.
The phone on the coffee table vibrated.
Did he send her a message?
Since their last meeting in the hospital, where they parted on unfriendly terms, that "husband" hadn't contacted her.
After lightly biting her lip, she put down the book and checked her phone.
Family internal group:
Yan Zonghui: Mingyu, what's the deal with that post?
Yan Jingyi: I suggest we immediately contact the patriarch to return to East Sea and have a paternity test with Yan Mingyu. Four Seas Corporation cannot be controlled by someone who's not related by blood.
Yan Junyi: Can a grandfather and granddaughter have a paternity test?
Yan Yingying: Yes, but the accuracy rate is a bit lower.
Yan Zonghui: That method could work. Even if there's a little margin of error, if there's no blood relation at all, it should still be determined, right?
Yan Jingyi: If what the post says is true, then it's terrifying. Not only is the Yan Family's reputation ruined, but our company has been under the control of an outsider all along.
Yan Junyi: The disgrace isn't ours. It's the old man's line. He produced a freak son, and brought up a freak granddaughter.
Yan Zonghui: Then I'll contact the patriarch!
Yan Mingyu: Wait!
Yan Zonghui: What do you want to say?
Yan Mingyu: Give me three days. I will resolve this matter and give everyone in the family a satisfactory answer. If I am truly not a Yan, I will leave the Yan Family myself. Also, the person in the photo isn't me. Think about it, how old was I ten years ago? Could it be me in the photo?
...
After a brief silence in the family chat, Yan Zonghui finally declared: Alright, I'll give you three days!
"....."
After exiting the messaging app, Yan Mingyu removed her face mask, revealing an icy countenance.
Picking up the book beside her, she resumed reading.
"Miss!"
At that moment, the voice of the nanny, Wu Ma, came from the door.
"What is it?"
Yan Mingyu asked.
"A delivery person has brought a large bouquet of flowers, saying it's from a Mr. Qin Yu."
Wu Ma said.
There were too many people sending flowers to Yan Mingyu, and without her nod, Wu Ma naturally didn't dare to take the initiative to receive them.
"Hmm... wait a second."
Yan Mingyu picked up her phone, found that "husband's" number, and sent a message: Are the flowers sent by you?
Perhaps half a minute later, the reply came: Hmm, I heard today is 520, and everyone is sending flowers.
"Wu Ma, accept the flowers!"
Yan Mingyu's cold expression softened a little.
At a time when she was being slandered and blackmailed by outsiders, and mocked and questioned by her family, the bouquet of fresh flowers sent by that "husband" warmed her heart.
Soon.
Wu Ma, holding a large bunch of bright roses, came into Yan Mingyu's room.
"Give them to me!"
After Yan Mingyu took them, she placed the flowers on the coffee table, sat back on the sofa, and continued messaging: Haven't you returned to East Sea yet?
No.
The other side replied with a single word.
You don't want to talk to me?
Yan Mingyu was getting a little upset.
It's not that.
This time, the other party replied with two words.
You....
Biting her lip and slightly irate, Yan Mingyu sent a message: Then why do you only send one or two words each time, is it because you're charged by the word to send messages?
I....mainly, I don't know what to talk about with you.
This time, the other person's reply was a little longer.
So, I ask and you answer, okay?
Yan Mingyu felt that since they weren't divorced, they were still husband and wife. However, she didn't even remember what her "husband" looked like, let alone any personal information about him.
Why not take this opportunity to get to know each other better?
Sure.
The other person replied. Your next chapter awaits on empire
Send me a selfie first, I'm almost forgetting what you look like!
Yan Mingyu bit her lip as she sent the message.
...
It took a long time for the other person to reply: I'm not good-looking.
Er....
Yan Mingyu felt a mixture of amusement and disbelief, asking herself if she really was that superficial about looks.
Thinking this, she quickly sent a message: I don't care much about looks, I place more value on character.
But, you can't capture character with a camera, right?
The other party replied.
Er....
Forget it, I don't need to see your photo. So tell me, why do you keep leaving East Sea, what on earth are you doing? If I remember correctly, you just deliver takeaways, so do you need to take business trips?
Yan Mingyu was somewhat speechless, not wanting to seem like a superficial woman who cared excessively about a man's appearance by insisting on seeing a photo.
I'm still delivering takeaways.... But I've enrolled in a study class, and I have to go for a period each month.
The other person replied.
Oh....
Yan Mingyu felt that she could accept her "husband's" explanation.
Then, she posed another question: When are you coming back? We should meet and have a good talk. Since we're still married, we should both make an effort to make this marriage work.
I'm afraid.
This time, the other person replied with just two words again.
Afraid of what?
Yan Mingyu asked, frowning.
What if we meet and you find out I've deceived you, would you still take me as your wife?
The other party said.
It depends on what it is. If it's something minor, maybe I would consider it. But if it's a matter of principle, I definitely wouldn't forgive.
Yan Mingyu replied.
Let's.... not meet for now!
Longteng Hotel.
In the restroom.
Qin Yu, seeing the message his wife "Yang Xue" had sent, was even more uncertain.
He was indeed her husband and was by her side every day, yet he didn't have the courage to tell her. Does that count as a matter of principle?
What if she flat-out refuses to forgive him?
It's up to you!
Through the phone screen, Qin Yu could almost imagine Yan Mingyu sending that message with a stern, icy face.
Sigh!
Qin Yu let out a soft sigh before pocketing his phone.
Now was definitely not the best time to clarify things with Yan Mingyu. Better to hold off for a while longer and let things take their natural course.
Back in the private room.
Li Lu was getting a bit drunk but still held her glass high, declaring, "Drink up, I'm happy today, no going home till we're drunk!"
"Lu Lu, what a drinker you are!"
A glint of triumphant scheming flashed in Shen Tao's eyes.