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When Jian Fan and Pan Wenfang came out of their room, they saw the two of them fighting each other. Yan Qirui's expression was cold and stern as usual. Yan Shaotian, on the other hand, wasn't as carefree as he used to be. The corners of his mouth curled into a wry smile as he looked at his father with eyes brimming with disappointment.

"You hate me? You actually hate me?" His voice was halting and halting. He was a man in his prime, yet his voice sounded like a sad old man whose body had already been half buried in the ground.

"I didn't." Yan Qirui retorted flatly. After he said that sentence, he knew he was in the wrong.

But since he was so stubborn, his dignity was inviolable. Even if he denied it, he would not take the initiative to apologize to Yan Shaotian.

Jian Fan stood to the side and watched as Yan Shaotian became more and more of a star in the eyes of his playful eyes. He couldn't help but tug on Yan Qili's sleeve.

"Uncle Yan." Since you opened the door and called Little Tian out, how about we eat together? "

Jian Fan knew that if this confrontation between father and son continued, the damage would only increase and not decrease.

Yan Qirui also understood this point. Nodding his head, he quickly walked to the dining table. After setting up the dishes for everyone, he sat down.

Yan Shaotian had been leaning against the door frame. That gentle touch from earlier was still on his hair, but his heart had turned cold.

He desired to be cared for by his father, but was repeatedly hurt by him. What did he, Yan Shaotian, do? Did the heavens want him to have such an irresponsible father?

"Yan Qirui, you hate me. Actually, I also hate you! " The door was slammed shut. No matter how hard Jian Fan and the others knocked, they didn't open it.

Yan Qirui paused for a moment and then shouted loudly, "If you don't want to eat, then don't. The two of you are not going to eat either? "

Jian Fan and Pan Wenfang couldn't do anything. They looked at the tightly shut door and sat on the table to eat.

When they were eating, their gazes were always on the door. Yan Qirui knew what the two were thinking about.

After eating a few bites, he entered the study.

Jian Fan cleaned up the table and put the bowl and chopsticks into the sink. Then, he and Pan Wenfang arrived at Yan Shaotian's room and knocked on the door.

"Don't let me eat! Just let me starve to death! " Yan Shaotian's voice was muffled, and there was a sense of exhaustion in his hoarse voice.

Obviously, there was a lot of sadness inside. Even though he was suppressing it, Jian Fan could still feel the sadness in his heart.

What did the father and son duo just say? Why did Little Tian look so desperate right now?

"Little Tian, you're starving. What do you want Mom to do?" Pan Wenfang looked at Jian Fan nervously. Jian Fan let out a sigh, gesturing for her to continue chatting with Yan Shaotian. He walked to Yan Qirui's study room and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Seeing the sudden increase in Yan Qirui's stature, the words that he originally wanted to say were stuck in his mouth, unable to be spoken for a long time.

"Are you going back?" Yan Qirui raised his head to look at Jian Fan with a benevolent expression on his face.

But why couldn't this elder treat his son better?

Perhaps, it was because he was looking forward to becoming a dragon, so many aspects of his performance did not seem to be as satisfactory, right?

"Yes." Can Uncle Yan give it to me? "

"Of course." Yan Qirui agreed. To him, Jane Fan had no intention whatsoever to be with his daughter. Even though he had told himself over and over that this was not the daughter of his good friend Jane Guodong, he was still unable to resist the urge to be intimate with her. This intimacy made Jane Fan feel as if she was his daughter.

Seeing that Yan Qirui's expression had eased up a little, Jian Fan finally spoke up. "Uncle Yan, do you actually know?" You are a god to me and to Little Tian, and a compliment from you will keep us happy for days. But your negative remark will also make us depressed for a long time.

"Xiaofan." Yan Qirui interrupted her. He already understood what she was going to say next.

"Actually, I also want to be good to him." Yan Qirui sighed. Before Jian Fan could react, he had already returned to his cold demeanor. "As my son, as long as he is outstanding enough, I will naturally praise him. But if he did something wrong, I'll punish him. It's the same for you. It's the same for Little Tian. "

Yan Qirui's gentleness was always gone in a flash. Seeing that Lou Cheng's stern face had returned, Jane Fan could only let out a sigh. He secretly decided to use all kinds of methods to help the father and son pair settle their past grudges.

As Yan Qirui escorted Jane Fan downstairs, he caught a glimpse of the coquettish car waiting in the dark.

"Xiaofan, you go upstairs."

"Yes." She had also seen Ling Chen's car, but right now she did not want to greet him.

Quickly walking up the stairs, Jane Fan opened the door and entered his room, observing the situation below.

Yan Qirui got out of his car and got into Ling Chen's car. Then, Ling Chen closed the door.

The night was hazy and the expressions and movements of the two people inside could not be seen clearly.

After standing there for a while, he turned around and went into the living room and switched on the television.

On the TV, there was a highlight interview, focusing mainly on the Internet cleaning campaign, which was mostly about building a civilized and harmonious website. All sorts of newspapers and websites had appeared, and many had even been ordered to stop their operations and exit the world of online literature.

When Ling Chen pushed the door open and entered, Jian Fan was looking at her with great interest. The name on the website made her want to kick him out.

The classical style was full of charm, yet it was hooked onto this event. It couldn't help but make Jane Fan laugh.

"What is it? Do you agree with this activity? " Ling Chen sat down beside Jian Fan, and naturally hugged his waist.

"This has no effect on me."

"It really doesn't have any effect. Because my family's Xiaofan has sufficient supplies, so he won't do anything stupid alone! " Ling Chen raised his eyebrows, picking up Jian Fan and letting her ride on his back. A familiar warmth rose up, causing Jian Fan's face to turn red. He looked at Ling Chen with a serious expression, "Director Ling, you are suspected of harassing the police, do you want to be arrested?"

"Of course I want to!" Ling Chen hugged Jane Fan tightly. Her fragrance seeped into his nose, making him almost unable to keep his bottom line.

He really wanted to, really wanted to, act as impudent as before!

"Being imprisoned by you for your entire life is the best!" The greedy expression on his face made Jian Chen frown. He stretched out his hand and quickly charged towards Ling Chen's face. While Ling Chen subconsciously resisted, Jian Fan had already stood up, leapt up, and sat on the sofa beside Ling Chen.

"I'm not in the mood. The criminals in the Sandbank District have been very bored lately. Since Director Ling is so capable, why not go in and teach them a little! " Jian Fan's gaze towards Ling Chen was filled with disdain. This made Ling Chen very unhappy, but the corner of his mouth curved up into a smile as he looked at Jian Fan and crooked his finger.

"Why should I? I only educate women, and only those who interest me! " It was unknown how Ling Chen did it, but when Jian Chen managed to react, she was once again hugged by Ling Chen. Moreover, his hot breath was still spraying onto her sensitive ears, he had the urge to swallow her into his stomach.

"Only those who are willing to accept it can be considered as being a teacher. If you don't want to accept it, then call it harassment, call it rape! " Jian Fan pressed his elbow against Ling Chen's abdomen. His tone was light, as if he was stating a fact.

However, only Ling Chen knew that she was not in her best condition today.

Was it because the matter between Yan Shaotian and Zhou Tong had distracted her, that she was so easily subdued by him?

"Is that so? "Life is a strong, treacherous, and cannot be resisted. Just accept it." Ling Chen turned around and pressed Jane Fan down on the sofa. When her eyes widened, he took her finger. Jian Fan subconsciously resisted, but before he could do so, an ice-cold thing slipped into the ring finger of her left hand.

It was the ring she was very interested in, the ring Ling Chen said he would tell her the secret.

"This is your ring. Never take it off again." Ling Chen's gaze was extremely domineering, giving off the feeling that he was putting Jian Fan into his pocket.

"That's my freedom!" Although Jian Fan said this, he looked at the ring with reluctance. She couldn't say why, but deep down she felt that the ring had something to do with the part of her that she had lost. Perhaps if he knew the story of this ring, he could link it with the past.

"Your freedom. You are free to choose to know or ignore the story behind it. " Ling Chen's gaze was focused on her. She had been hanging on to Jian Fan for so long, but she had not given up. From this, it could be seen that this ring had an extraordinary significance to her. Ling Chen felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction that she was still able to remember this ring even after losing her memories.

Jian Fan stared at Ling Chen. He had wanted to tell him many times that his mother did not want to know the story behind his back.

But in the end, the question in her heart made her slightly nod her head, "Speak!"

Obviously, she had promised to wear this ring forever. Ling Chen stuck his ear close to Jane Fan's ear and told her the history of the ring. Only then did Jane Fan realize that this ring was given to him by Ling Chen when they first met, and that he also liked this unique design. This ring was different from the other rings. There was a layer on the inside of the ring, but Ling Chen did not tell Jian Fan what was inside.

After all, before he left, he had never felt that this ring was important.

It was only when she came back to her senses and the ring disappeared that he realized its importance.

Since he had obtained it in New Zealand, he treated it as a treasure and gave the ring to Jian Fan. When Jian Fan had lost it while doing a mission, he had his men research it.

As Jane Fan sat on the sofa, Ling Chen's words flashed past her eyes like a vivid scene, but when she tried to grab onto something, she couldn't. However, a voice kept shouting in her heart. This ring was hers, and only she could own it. No one else could steal it.

He subconsciously held the ring tightly in his hand. When Jian Fan looked up at Ling Chen, there was no longer any resistance in his eyes.

However, she was still unhappy with his ambiguous action of pulling her into his arms.

He kicked the man's calf, causing Jane to use both hands and feet to push him onto the sofa. She grabbed something to tie his hands and looked down at him.

"Director Ling, you should go back!"

Ling Chen was so angry that his eyes turned red. The corners of his mouth curled up into an evil smile as he laid on Jian Fan's sofa, not moving.

Jane Fan looked at him with a sharp gaze, then heard his rogue smile, "I'm sleepy. He would sleep on the sofa tonight. In any case, Zhou Tong and Ye Han would have to stay in the hospital for the night. I have spent a lot of time with you, enjoying the warmth and fragrance of the jade. "

After saying that, Ling Chen found a comfortable position and fell into a deep sleep.

Jian Fan looked at the man and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he chose to bang the door shut and sank into the soft blanket.

The sky was slightly cold, but the ring on her finger gave off a warm aura as she lay in the blanket.

She clenched her fists tightly as she felt her body grow warmer. Unknowingly, she had fallen into a deep slumber.