Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 820: Amei, don’t be rude to your grandfather!

Chapter 820: Chapter 820: Amei, don’t be rude to your grandfather!

Yan Yiqi’s eyes, filled with red blood vessels, stared at the three Qin siblings as if he could never get enough of them.

His youngest daughter had passed away early, leaving behind three children, which brought him both comfort and endless sadness.

Yan Anyu had not been in touch with the family for many years, which he ultimately found unacceptable.

Having heard the conversation between Yan family’s father and son, Qin Anguo seemed to understand the crux of Yan Yiqi’s unease and said hoarsely, "Anyu was injured before, with a blood clot pressing on her brain nerves, and she has forgotten many things."

Yan Yiqi’s eyes became sharp, "Who hurt her?!"

Yan Xihu’s face turned ferociously cold, "Anyu was hurt?!"

The father and son were both enraged, the fury emanating from them rapidly filling the room.

Qin Anguo shook his head, "I don’t know how Anyu got injured, it wasn’t apparent when I met her, she told me after we got to know each other.

Actually, Anyu has a poor memory, but she learns things very quickly and has an innate talent for business. After we graduated, we got married, had children, and together we founded the Qin Group.

After the marriage, we had our eldest son Qin Jingcen, and not many years later when Anyu gave birth to Qin Mei and Qin Ruan, Ruanruan was stolen. Anyu was heartbroken after the child was taken, and in order to find Ruanruan, we expanded our business even more, hoping to have more channels to find our daughter.

If she still remembered the Yan family, she would not pass up such a shortcut to search for Ruanruan. At that time, Anyu’s health was very poor, living day and night in longing for Ruanruan amidst relentless work..."

As he spoke, Qin Anguo couldn’t continue any further.

Recalling his late wife’s hardships and sacrifices from many years ago, tears fell uncontrollably from his eyes.

Old Master Yan shed tears, "My daughter... Anyu, why has your life been so hard!"

Just by hearing what Qin Anguo had to say, he could imagine how difficult his dearly beloved youngest daughter’s life must have been.

The Yan family was wealthy and influential, and in those days, though not rich enough to rival the royal family of Northern England, they were certainly looked up to by wealthy businessmen.

He, an old businessman, knew all too well how difficult it was to start a business without any background and the cold shoulders and hardships one had to endure.

"Uh..."

A low groan of pain sounded.

The eyelids of Yan Xirong, who had been in a coma, trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes under the watchful gaze of everyone in the room.

Old Master Yan wiped the sweat from his son’s forehead lying next to him, "Xirong?"

"Father!"

Seeing his aged father, Yan Xirong’s eyes reddened.

During this time, he had been mostly unconscious, hearing many things about the outside world and knowing how much his father and brother had done for him.

Yan Yiqi, holding his second son Xirong, had his wise eyes cloud over with tears falling from his eyes, choking up, "It’s okay now, it’s okay..."

Seeming to learn of the death of Yan Anyu, he transferred all the guilt he had for his youngest daughter onto his second son.

When the elders of the Huo family, Huo Hongxing, and Uncle Huo came in, they saw the scene of the Yan family father and son crying bitterly.

The three of them approached Huo Yunjiao and asked in a low voice, "What’s going on?"

Huo Yunjiao retracted her gaze from Qin Ruan, hiding the worry in her eyes, and quietly informed them of the situation.

Upon hearing this, the elder Huo sighed deeply and looked at the Yan family father and son with a trace of pity in his eyes.

Yan Yiqi, noticing the arrival of the Huo family members, quickly suppressed his sorrowful expression.

His tear-stained eyes regained their sharpness, flashing an unfathomable depth and causing an impression of being impenetrable.

Upon suddenly learning of his daughter’s death, his heart was filled with inconsolable grief. All he wanted was to make amends for his past mistakes to the child his daughter left behind in this world.

The Yan Family of today was not what it used to be; in Northern England, they wielded great power.

As long as he was alive, the Yan Family could make decisions. In addition to the wealth and power he bequeathed to his two sons, there were many things he could offer his grandchildren. These things were more than enough to allow them to step effortlessly into the circle of nobility.

Yan Yiqi, with a stern voice, stared at Qin Anguo and said, "I want to acknowledge Anyu’s children; they are the progeny of the Yan Family!"

The moment the old man’s words were spoken, the expressions of the Qin Family members present changed.

Especially Qin Anguo, whose rough features revealed a flash of panic, which quickly turned back to composure.

He met Yan Yiqi’s wise gaze, his lips curling slightly as he said, "They are my children, the children of the Qin Family."

The authority of the family head, at this moment, was no less imposing than Yan Yiqi’s.

In the past, Qin Anguo had always been an intransigent character in the eyes of his children, very much so.

When it came to matters involving his children, he never compromised.

Yan Yiqi emanated the oppressive aura of a ruler, his presence bearing down on Qin Anguo: "Anyu was the pearl of the Yan Family, her children too carry the blood of the Yan Family!"

Qin Anguo took a deep breath, speaking slowly, "Elder, I don’t oppose you acknowledging the three children, but they are Qin children, and I will not let them go to the Yan Family, that’s my bottom line!"

Having lost his wife many years ago, he had been alone for so many years; the three children were what he could not bear to part with most.

Now, as someone challenged him for them, he was prepared to resist to his very last breath.

Yan Yiqi breathed heavily, his brows deeply furrowed and his face cold, his expression extremely grave as he locked eyes with Qin Anguo.

The atmosphere became tense. Yan Xihu moved to his father’s side, patting his back to soothe him while whispering softly, "Father, Qin Ruan is now the wife of the third young master of the Huo Family."

Even if he truly wanted to reclaim the children for the Yan Family, it would not be easy to pass through the Huo Family.

Yan Yiqi’s face froze, his gaze swiftly moving to Qin Ruan.

Indeed, this girl had married into the Huo Family and had borne Huo Yunjiao two children.

Meeting Yan Yiqi’s complex stare, Qin Ruan’s lips parted slightly, her voice cool and clear, "My surname is Qin."

Just three words were enough to make her stance clear.

Qin Jingcen and Qin Mei stood to the left and right of Qin Anguo.

The two brothers exchanged glances, one calm, the other full of anger.

Qin Mei let out a sneer, which sounded particularly distinct in the quiet room.

The corners of his mouth curled up in an amused arc, looking at the Yan Family with disdain and sarcasm, "Mom never mentioned you before she died. It was my father who raised us. Do you really think we will recognize you just because of a few words? That’s laughable!

What did you do to make mom leave home? Do you even understand why she got hurt in the first place? Who knows what dirty secrets the Yan Family has!"

Qin Anguo rebuked him sternly, "Amei, don’t be disrespectful to your grandfather!"

The tone sounded very authoritative, but when he looked at Qin Mei, there was not a trace of blame in his eyes.

Qin Mei curled his lip; he had no fondness for the Yan Family members.

Except for that one time at the Imperial Court Hotel, when, in a moment of crisis, he impulsively saved Yan Xihu from the puppet woman, risking the danger of being entangled by the puppet himself.

Qin Anguo’s stance was clear: he did not object to acknowledging his children, but the three siblings still bore the Qin surname; they were children of the Qin Family and would not be taken by the Yan Family.

The room’s atmosphere once again became fraught with tension.