Yan Murong and Yan Minghua were like children who had done something wrong, standing in Old Man Yan's study with their heads down, not daring to say a word.

When he came in, Yan Murong was still thinking about whether to use some cheeky tactics, and he higgled and higged, maybe the old man would forget about it. As a result, when he entered the study and saw the old man with a straight face, Yan Murong didn't dare to smile.

When he was young, the old man led soldiers, fought in wars, and was a leader for so many years. Although he has been retired at home for many years, the temperament and majesty unique to the superior still exist, and even Yan Murong feels a trace of oppression. Yan Minghua is not to mention.

Outside, she is a female devil who is not afraid of heaven and earth - whoever provokes her, she will cut off anyone's life.

But at home, she is also a somewhat rebellious woman, but she is still very afraid of the old man's aftermath.

After staring at the two of them for a long time, Yan Longteng slowly spoke. "You two, you're messing around."

The tone was flat, and he couldn't hear any blame, but Yan Minghua still subconsciously shuddered.

"Dad-I don't blame Murong for this, I asked him to go, I don't want to get married." Yan Minghua explained.

At this time, she didn't dare to giggle with Yan Murong anymore, and as an elder, she had to take all the responsibility on her, no matter what, Yan Murong was right - she was the mastermind, and he was just an accomplice.

"Minghua—" The old man pondered for a while before he spoke. "Your father has been a hero all his life, and he only got such a daughter as you when he was old, and your mother went early because she gave birth to you, and I, as his comrade-in-arms, promised him that I would raise you, watch you get married, and have children - I am also old, I am afraid that there will be no more years, if the day I leave, you are still alone, and I will not have the face to go down to see my old comrades-in-arms."

"Dad, don't say that, your body is still strong." When Yan Minghua heard this, his eyes turned red, and he said in a trembling voice. "I am a member of the Yan family for one day, and a member of the Yan family for the rest of my life, and no one can change this, but-"

"I know what you're thinking." Old Man Yan waved his hand and stopped Yan Minghua from talking further. "You've grown up, I'm old, and there are some things that I don't care about since you've decided—just don't let yourself be wronged."

"I see." Yan Minghua nodded.

"Alright, you go out first." Old Man Yan nodded and said. "I have something to say to Murong."

Yan Minghua's eyes secretly swept around the old man's face, then looked at Yan Murong, gave him a look of "You ask for more blessings", and then turned around and walked out.

Yan Murong felt apprehensive in his heart.

In his impression, no matter how his grandfather was outside, he always smiled at him when he came home, and it was the first time he had seen him with such a straight face.

"Murong, it shouldn't be." The old man sighed and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, grandpa, but I was messing around." Yan Murong bowed his head and apologized.

"It's not your fault, it's mine." The old man waved his hand, shook his head and sighed.

It's not my fault? Is it your fault?

Yan Murong was stunned, he didn't understand what was wrong with the old man, raised his head, looked at the old man Yan with a worried face, and asked worriedly. "Grandpa, are you alright?"

"Joke, what's the matter with me?" Old Man Yan laughed. "I'm always old, but my mind hasn't reached the point of confusion."

"And what do you mean?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"I mean, I shouldn't have let you follow Lao Miao—but you can't cure your illness but him." The old man looked at Yan Murong and said. "Perhaps, I killed too many sins in the past, but now I want you to pay it back."

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Yan Murong hurriedly said. "What does this have to do with you, there are so many people in the world, who dares to say that they can't get sick or anything in their lives, it's just that I'm a little sicker."

"yes, it's all cause and effect." As if he hadn't heard Yan Murong's words, the old man sighed and said. "Your illness is cured, but a heavy burden is also weighing on you."

"Murong, this road is not easy to walk!"

"If it's not easy to go, you have to go." Yan Murong said in a deep voice. "Grandpa, this is not some cause and effect, nor is it a bad fate created by anyone, this is just fate, as if I was destined to be a member of the Yan family from birth - you can't change it, and I can't change it."

"Similarly, this burden on my body, the Hua family couldn't change it at the beginning, my master couldn't change it, and now that it has been passed on to me, I can't pick and choose."

"A life-saving book, but it killed so many people, I can't watch it happen anymore - although I think it's a bit silly for me to say that, but it's my life."

After saying that, there was a silence in the study.

After a while, Old Man Yan spoke. "Murong, you have made too many enemies."

"I don't care." Yan Murong shook his head with a smile, his face was arrogant and uninhibited, contemptuous of everything.

"I like your personality very much." Old Man Yan nodded. "Don't be afraid of any difficulties, this is what the Yan family should have - but when it's time to converge, it must be completely restrained."

"You're already under attack now."

After listening to the old man's words, Yan Murong was silent.

Yes, he did provoke too many enemies right now.

The Zheng family in Yanjing, the Pang family in Suzhou and Hangzhou, also provoked the Yu family in Shanghai, and what is even more dangerous is that there is an unknown force that is also paying attention to him, in addition, the Situ family is also a time bomb, although he is now succumbing to Yan Murong, but he can't tell when they find an opportunity, they will blow him to pieces.

Maybe they were afraid of Yan Murong's identity and didn't dare to act rashly, but with Yan Murong's current character, as long as they took a wrong step, yes, even if they showed a little flaw and let the other party seize the slightest opportunity, it would be a fatal blow.

"What should I do?" Yan Murong asked in a deep voice.

"Let's go to Hong Kong. The sooner the better. Old Man Yan thought about it and said. When you have enough power and money to compete with them, you come back. ”

"The sooner the better?" Yan Murong was stunned. "What about the wedding?"

"There's no rush to this." Old Man Yan waved his hand. "Qingwu is a good girl, I'm sure, she'll understand."

After speaking, the old man took out a piece of paper from the table, lifted the brush that was placed aside, and a beautiful line of small letters appeared on it.

"Your second uncle gave you a few names, and I can't give you much." When the ink on it dried, Old Man Yan handed the paper to Yan Murong. "This is for you, keep it for your life."