RRP Chapter 54

Ji Ling had long anticipated that Yan Jisheng would show some bias regarding the inheritance, but he didn’t expect it to be this extreme.

 

What he called ‘equal division’ was, in fact, the biggest bias of all.

 

To give half of it to Yan Yili, allowing him a chance to fight for the company—what kind of logic was that?

 

Yan Yili had always been so arrogant, and it was definitely because of Yan Jisheng’s support. With such a backing, it made sense that he would act recklessly.

 

Ji Ling found it completely unbelievable.

 

He’d never seen an emperor who sabotaged his own heir.

 

Ji Ling felt a bit angry. What was wrong with Yan Yixuan? He wasn’t lacking in talent, had a good personality, sometimes a bit proud but also very gentle. When he was gentle, he still had boundaries. The most important thing was that he was better looking than Yan Yili. If Ji Ling were Yan Jisheng, he’d give all the wealth to Yan Yixuan.

 

Ji Ling thought for a moment, paused, and retracted his earlier thoughts. He should still leave something for Yan Yueshi.

 

Then, Ji Ling asked, “But there’s still a grandson, right? How much does he get?”

 

Yan Yixuan let out a sarcastic smile, “Not a single cent.”

 

Ji Ling was utterly speechless at Old Master Yan’s decisions, and asked, “Why?”

 

Yan Yixuan thought for a moment, wondering whether he should say it, then gave a self-deprecating laugh, “Well, there’s nothing that can’t be said. My cousin, who’s from a different branch of the family, is the type of person who thinks they can take over the world. His entire family, including my late uncle, was on bad terms with my grandfather. As for me, sometimes my grandfather feels that I’m not ruthless enough. I take after my mother, and there’s always something about me that doesn’t satisfy him. Only Yan Yili—his personality is exactly like my grandfather’s, so he gets all the favoritism…” He paused, then changed his tone, “Actually, my grandfather was even more domineering. You can imagine, someone even more high-handed and stubborn than Yan Yili—that was my grandfather.”

 

Ji Ling imagined it and shuddered. It sounded like a disaster.

 

Yan Yixuan seemed to read Ji Ling’s thoughts and laughed, saying, “Don’t try to apply logic to our family. Everyone in the family is headstrong and stubborn. That’s probably why fewer and fewer of us are left.”

 

Yan Yixuan looked around at the layout of the restaurant, much like how Yan Yili had earlier, and said with a hint of nostalgia, “Actually, by the time grandfather was old, he probably realized the problems within the family. He was nicer to me and let me take over the company. He didn’t set up a fund for my sister but gave her shares directly. Those shares still count as mine, and…” He glanced at the empty restaurant, “Jin Garden was left to me.”

 

Yan Yixuan said that you couldn’t apply logic to the Yan family members, and it seemed he was just like them.

 

Ji Ling had never thought that Yan Yixuan would have such inner complexity. He figured Yan Jisheng must have understood this well, and he must have been torn, hesitating between his two grandsons. While he might have preferred Yan Yili’s personality, it was Yan Yixuan who ultimately took charge here.

 

It was because Yan Yixuan was more cautious and accommodating than Yan Yili, and even though the Yan family members were scattered far and wide, as long as Yan Yixuan was there, the family would not fall apart.

 

Ji Ling suddenly thought of his own father.

 

His father had probably favored him back then. He wondered what his younger brother, Zong Jiqi, must have felt at the time.

 

Ji Ling felt that overwhelming sensation in his chest again, with nowhere to release it. He stared at Yan Yixuan and said, “I want to kiss you.”

 

Yan Yixuan didn’t expect such a sudden remark and got a little irritated, cursing, “Are you out of your mind?”

 

Ji Ling smirked, “Aren’t all men like this? Don’t say you didn’t think about it. Wasn’t it you who told me to wait at home? I waited and waited, and then this disaster showed up and pissed me off.”

 

With that, he stood up, circled around the long table, and walked over to Yan Yixuan.

 

Yan Yixuan was still sitting, looking up at him.

 

“I told you last time I was going to deal with you. You didn’t forget, right?” Yan Yixuan squinted his eyes.

 

Ji Ling smiled lightly and pressed his lips against Yan Yixuan’s. “Welcome, teach me.”

 

The two of them kissed. It started tenderly, but soon enough, it became clear that ‘teaching’ was happening.

 

Neither of them backed down. They fought for dominance, using every trick to make the other submit.

 

Their tongues intertwined, igniting desire, while the empty restaurant echoed with breathless, heart-pounding sounds.

 

Ji Ling was so absorbed that he lost himself in the moment. He pulled away from Yan Yixuan’s lips and kissed his chin, forcing him to tilt his head back, exposing his elegant neck.

 

Ji Ling nipped at Yan Yixuan’s Adam’s apple. The sharp sensation snapped Yan Yixuan back to his senses. He pushed Ji Ling’s head away and said, “No marks.”

 

Ji Ling laughed, opened his arms, and hugged him tightly. “Let’s go take a shower.”

 

“Make sure you’re clean and wait for me,” Yan Yixuan threatened.

 

Ji Ling nodded, “Alright, I’ll be clean.”

 

Yan Yixuan eyed him suspiciously. “So generous? You must be up to something.”

 

Ji Ling teased, “Come and see for yourself, then you’ll know.”

 

Finally, they left the restaurant and headed for Yan Yixuan’s room… the bathroom. Ji Ling pulled Yan Yixuan into the shower with him. Both of them, exhausted from the day—one from endless meetings, the other from the weariness of life—let out satisfied sighs as the hot water surrounded them.

 

Ji Ling looked at Yan Yixuan, enveloped in steam, and couldn’t help but feel a strong urge to act. He moved closer, starting to touch and caress.

 

Yan Yixuan grabbed his hand and said, “Didn’t I say I was going to deal with you?”

 

“Young Master Yan had meetings all day, and now you want to deal with me? How tiring. Don’t move, let me make you comfortable.”

 

A moment later, Yan Yixuan’s irritated voice rang out in the bathroom.

 

“I’ll kill you.”

 

“Alright, alright, kill me. I can die a hundred times, just lift your waist a little.”

 

“…Be gentler, uh.”

 

The two of them tussled around in the bathroom for a while before collapsing onto the bed.

 

Ji Ling pulled the blanket over both of them. Yan Yixuan had his eyes half-closed, his hair wet, sticking to his forehead, looking unusually young.

 

Ji Ling lowered his head to kiss his nose and cheek. The fresh scent of him, still carrying the moisture from the shower, was intoxicating.

 

Yan Yixuan was already exhausted. He found Ji Ling’s licking annoying and grumbled, “Are you a dog?”

 

Ji Ling, still restless, continued to kiss him and said, “One more time.”

 

“Get lost.”

 

“No, no, I won’t go. If I leave, who will take care of the young master?”

 

Ji Ling held him tighter and went for another round, finally feeling somewhat satisfied. Yan Yixuan was already tired, and now completely drained, lying in bed, too lazy to even acknowledge Ji Ling.

 

Ji Ling glanced at the time—it was late. He switched off the bedside lamp and lay down, face to face with Yan Yixuan.

 

“I never realized you’re so clingy,” Yan Yixuan said, eyes closed, his voice thick with nasal tones.

 

Ji Ling chuckled but didn’t respond. Instead, he asked a different question.

 

“What are you planning to do about Yan Yili?”

 

As soon as Yan Yixuan heard that name, a headache hit him. “Can you stop bringing him up for once?” He struggled to open his eyes. “Like I said, we’ll decide by vote next time.”

 

Ji Ling asked, “What happens if the vote passes?”

 

“If it passes, then it’s done. I’ll just have to accept it, but before that, I’ll do everything I can to stop it.”

 

If there’s no other way, Yan Yili’s proposal for the investment intermediary will definitely pass. The Yan family is currently looking for new development opportunities, and Yan Yili picked the perfect timing.

 

But if there’s another way…

 

Today, Ji Ling heard Yan Yixuan mention dividing the inheritance. Now, thinking about it, Yan Yixuan doesn’t actually have that much in his hands.

 

Everyone thinks he’s the darling of the heavens, the rightful heir to the Yan family.

 

But what he inherited from his family were only arrogance and injustice.

 

Ji Ling felt like he was probably born with a strong rebellious streak, a refusal to accept things as they are.

 

Yan Yixuan’s grandfather was stingy with his affection and never gave him everything. If that’s the case, then Ji Ling would give it to him.

 

Yan Yili wanted to take Yan Yixuan’s position? Ji Ling would do everything in his power to mess that up.

 

He would support Yan Yixuan and make sure he firmly stood his ground.

 

Ji Ling whispered in Yan Yixuan’s ear, “Are you interested in stepping into the cultural industry? Maybe starting with a few cinemas?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

Yan Yixuan asked, his sleepiness gone in an instant.

 

Three days later, Ji Ling arrived at the Yan Group building with a six-person team.

 

Seven people, two cars, speeding all the way.

 

Mo Yulan and Ji Ling were in the same car. The colleagues beside them were flipping through documents and scripts, making last-minute preparations.

 

Because she was familiar with Yan Group, Mo Yulan seemed much more relaxed, but she couldn’t help but ask Ji Ling.

 

“Boss, I get it for the past, but why bring our vase with us this time? Today’s meeting is really important. What if something goes wrong?”

 

The ‘vase’ Mo Yulan referred to was the former front desk lady who had followed Ji Ling around. Later, she was transferred to the PR department, working hard to be a beautiful and practical vase.

 

Ji Ling corrected Mo Yulan, “She’s not a vase, she’s a lucky charm. You can call me superstitious, but ever since I started my business, as long as she’s with me for a meeting, no matter the case, we always win. Unbeatable. I know this meeting’s important, so I had to bring her along.”

 

Mo Yulan was caught off guard by this reason and rolled her eyes in her mind.

 

When they arrived at the Yan Group building, everyone got out of the cars, preparing to go in. Mo Yulan saw the front desk lady stepping out of another car, wearing a pair of sunglasses.

 

Mo Yulan blanked for a moment and asked, “What’s with the sunglasses in the middle of winter?”

 

“It looks more professional,” the front desk lady said coolly through the sunglasses, “Aren’t we here for negotiations?”

 

“…” Mo Yulan yanked the sunglasses off her, revealing the front desk lady’s nervous face. “We’re not the mafia.”

 

Ji Ling chuckled from the side and then said to everyone, “Our mission today is to convince the Yan Group’s strategic development department to accept our cooperation plan.”

 

He glanced up at the towering building behind him and said casually, “Let’s go, everyone.”

 

Everyone answered in unison, “Understood, Boss.”

 

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