135: warn

In the evening, Yan Zhuohua, his anger still simmering, sat in the passenger seat and returned home with Yan Qinghe.

All along the way, Yan Qinghe hadn't stopped stealing glances at him, trying to read his expression.

"Alright, stop looking. Just drive properly; I'm not angry anymore." When Yan Qinghe stole another glance for the umpteenth time, thinking he was being subtle, Yan Zhuohua finally relented. "And I won't cancel what I promised you." Otherwise, what else could he do? Beat him to death, or let himself die of anger?

Yan Qinghe had no idea about the unspeakable speechlessness in Yan Zhuohua's heart. Hearing those two sentences, his whole being perked up.

"My wife really is the most understanding, gentle, and kind person in the world!"

In response, he received a pair of rolled eyes.

The car soon drove through the main gate of the house. By the time they entered, dinner was just being served.

"I suddenly feel that living at home isn't bad either; there's food ready as soon as you walk in."

"You actually said that! Even when we lived out, I didn't make you cook many meals, did I?" Yan Qinghe's face was written with disbelief, but his eyes were full of craftiness. "How can you be so cold? It really breaks my heart."

"Don't you know exactly why I don't cook often?" Yan Zhuohua, having long seen through Yan Qinghe's little schemes, didn't fall for it at all. "Also, stop watching those messy things; I feel like hitting you when I hear it."

Yan Qinghe: "..."

This was the downside of having a wife with such high combat prowess—it was easy for it to be practiced on him. He missed the well-behaved wife from last year who had no objections or bottom lines for him.

"What are you two standing here for? Welcoming me?"

Yan Zhuoyang's leisurely voice from behind caused the two in front to freeze instantly.

Then they began to exchange looks.

"Why did Big Brother come back so early today?"

"I don't know. How could I know?"

"...Then you, say something quickly! This feeling is terrifying."

"I don't know what to say either..."

"Enough!" Yan Zhuoyang impatiently interrupted their mental communication. "Aren't you going in yet? Are you waiting for me to invite you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two in front of him slipped inside as if fleeing. Behind them, Yan Zhuoyang couldn't help but shake his head with a smile; they really were still like two children. The older they got, the more childish they became.

Before long, at the summons of the Butler, the two married "children" happily dashed to the dining room.

"How do you all have time to come home today?" Jiang Fuyue added a piece of meat to her eldest son's bowl and looked toward her nephew and two younger sons.

"Oh, Zhuoyang said Qinghe was sick and asked me to come back and check on him." To see what kind of illness he could make up.

"You're sick?" Jiang Fuyue immediately focused her concerned gaze on Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe gave an awkward smile, unable to squeeze out a word for a long time. How could he say it? That he had faked it to gain some benefits from Zhuohua? That would be incredibly embarrassing.

Seeing Yan Qinghe like this, the previously worried Jiang Fuyue understood. Ten to one, the young couple had been up to some flirtatious antics and got caught red-handed by the eldest, who then called Zhuoyi back specifically to deal with them.

"Then let Zhuoyi check on him in a bit. If there's a problem, drink more medicine. You can add more heat-clearing ingredients to the medicine; I think it suits him well." For example, Huanglian.

Yan Zhuohua let out a snicker beside him.

Instantly, everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

"I... I just thought of something funny..."

"You drink it too."

Yan Zhuohua's face instantly fell, while Yan Qinghe beside him suddenly cheered up. A couple should share their burdens!

This dinner, which should have been delicious, was hard for Yan Zhuohua to swallow, especially with Yan Zhuoyan, who loved to watch the chaos, provoking him every now and then.

How could he go on living like this?

Even if he couldn't, he had to. After dinner, Yan Zhuoyang signaled for everyone not to leave yet.

"The interrogation of Wen Hengtang is over, and we've verified quite a bit of information overnight."

Mentioning this, everyone couldn't help but think of Yan Zhuohua, who had nearly gotten himself killed to catch the person.

"I've already been beaten..."

"Zhuoyi, prescribe him another course of medicine."

"Alright, Auntie. I'll definitely prepare a good dose of medicine for him."

Is this matter never going to be over? Punishment every time it's mentioned?

With Yan Zhuohua's example right before him, Yan Qinghe didn't dare to laugh out loud. He just pinched his thigh hard to stifle the laughter.

"I'll continue," Yan Zhuoyang brought the topic back on track. "It's been confirmed that MR Country is behind this. Most of the evidence will be collected in a while. Our plan is to negotiate with them during the international conference in the second half of the year."

"Once many things are put on the negotiation table between nations, they won't give you the result you want most. Under the interests of the state, sacrificing individual expectations is inevitable."

Yan Zhuohua's expression turned cold.

"That's why I called you back today, specifically to warn you." Yan Zhuoyang pointed at his two younger brothers. "Regardless of the outcome, Zhuohua is not allowed to do anything dangerous or inappropriate. Qinghe, keep a close eye on him; don't allow him any time for solo actions."

Ignoring Yan Zhuohua's ugly expression, Yan Qinghe nodded firmly.

Yan Zhuoyang was somewhat satisfied and looked at Yan Zhuoyan again.

"Later, share Zhuohua's location with me as well, just until the end of the year. I need to personally keep an eye on him."

"I'll copy the software for you in a bit."

"And his bank cards and identification..."

"Don't worry, Big Brother, they're all with me," Yan Qinghe promised seriously. "I'll know every single purchase he makes. I'll definitely keep a tight watch."

Yan Zhuoyang glanced at them in surprise. He hadn't expected this younger brother to be so possessive; controlling the location wasn't enough, he even wanted to manage the money and IDs. Whatever, this was between the young couple; as long as they could accept it, he couldn't be bothered to care.

"Alright, then everyone do their part." Yan Zhuoyang finally fixed his gaze on Yan Zhuohua. "You don't need to feel uncomfortable now. We will do our best to make those who deserve it pay the price. But regardless of success or failure, you stay put and live your life. If I find anything wrong, I'll break your legs and lock you up for a year or so."

Yan Zhuohua remained silent.

Yan Zhuoyang slammed the table hard. "Are you trying to make me act now just in case? Did you hear me?!"

This time, Yan Zhuohua's unwilling voice finally rang out, "...I heard you."

"I've said my piece." Yan Zhuoyang ended the family meeting with satisfaction after getting a response. "Cousin, don't forget to check on them later."

Yan Zhuoyi gave him a speechless look. You really are a good older brother—warning them and then not forgetting to give them another blow. But who could refuse prescribing Chinese medicine to people? He just loved seeing them have no choice but to drink it!

"Come on! Let your cousin take your pulses properly!"

As soon as he finished, Yan Qinghe's face looked almost the same as Yan Zhuohua's. Seeing that Jiang Fuyue, who hadn't left the dining room, was still eyeing them like a hawk, Yan Qinghe reluctantly handed over his hand.

"Oh, there's indeed quite a bit of internal heat." He was actually quite healthy, just hadn't slept well last night and had a headache for a bit—no major issues.

"A dose of medicine is necessary." Just a version 2.0 of the Nourishing Tonic Soup. It could be drunk even without illness; it was great for strengthening the body.

Yan Qinghe took the prescription with a face full of bitterness.