Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

When Yan Cheng got up the next day, his face didn't hurt anymore, but the bruises were still there. On his originally fair skin, the marks of the beating were even more obvious.

Thinking of how Han Liang wanted to make a move on Yan Ci last night, Yan Cheng became even more furious.

But he had an appointment with Xie Chengyin today to see the new paintings of the soul painter, so how could he go out with such a wound on his face?

He rummaged through the whole room and finally found a fan in the drawer. He opened it and it was barely enough to cover the bruises on his face. Then he went out in shame.

Songyaji's business is booming nowadays, with countless people queuing up in front of the door to see the new works of the soul painter.

However, the space inside Songyaji is limited, and only when one group of people leaves can another group of people go in.

Yan Cheng hid at the back of the crowd, covering most of his face with a fan, leaving only his eyes exposed as he looked around for Xie Chengyin.

He muttered to himself why Xie Chengyin hadn't come yet. He was half an hour late for the agreed time and there was still no sign of him.

Yan Cheng didn't know that his good brother Xie Chengyin, who he spent every day with, was the host of Songyaji. He walked to the back of the long queue and took out the small stool he carried with him.

Fortunately, he was prepared.

Yan Cheng propped the small stool on the ground and sat down, warming his hands with one hand on the hand stove and covering his face with the other hand with a fan.

It seems weird no matter how you look at it.

So when Xie Chengyin looked down from upstairs, he saw Yan Cheng.

A weird and very conspicuous person.

Then he ordered Qicun, "Go and bring Yan Erlang up."

Yan Cheng saw Qicun coming out of Songyaji. He was originally complaining to Xie Chengyin about Xie Chengyin being late, but suddenly his eyes smiled into crescents.

"Qicun, where is your son?"

Qicun raised his head and looked upwards, "Upstairs."

Following Qicun's line of sight, I raised my head and saw Xie Chengyin leaning against the window.

Yan Cheng smiled even more happily, as he had already reserved a seat, which was great, as it saved him the trouble of queuing.

Without waiting for Qicun to invite him, Yan Cheng hurriedly urged: "Then what are you still standing there for? Come on, go in. It's so cold outside, you'll freeze to death."

Qicun's face was filled with black lines, thinking secretly, weren't you enjoying sitting here just now?

Watching Yan Cheng swiftly put away the small stool, he didn't know where to put it in the blink of an eye, but he had already walked into Songyaji before him.

Qicun also quickly followed.

Yan Cheng climbed up to the fifth floor of Songyaji in one breath. Don’t be fooled by his frail and gentle appearance. It was not difficult for him to climb up the five floors in one breath.

Without even taking a breath, he pushed open Xie Chengyin's door.

"Ayin!"

Xie Chengyin sat down at the small table in the room and waved at Yan Cheng.

Yan Cheng was not polite. After entering and sitting down, he began to look at the layout of the room.

"Oh my, this Songyaji is really rich. The last time I came here, I only sat on the first floor for a while. It looked a bit plain. It turns out that the luxurious place is upstairs. Not bad, really nice."

Yan Cheng praised it in admiration, his eyes fixed on the interior decoration and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

After Xie Chengyin changed Songyaji back to its previous layout, he paid little attention to these things. He had become accustomed to them and did not find them very attractive.

On the contrary, Yan Cheng attracted him more. He had never put down the fan in his hand since he entered the door. He was neither seen fanning himself nor showing any intention of putting it away.

Xie Chengyin asked Yan Cheng: "Are you hot?"

Yan Cheng was stunned by the question, thinking that Xie Chengyin saw him holding a hand warmer, and then put the hand warmer on the table, "It's not hot, the temperature is just right."

"Then why do you hold a fan?"

Xie Chengyin's hands froze. He also felt that it was not appropriate to hold a fan in the middle of winter, but as a grown man, he could not wear a face towel or a curtain, so the fan was the only thing left to cover the wound on his face.

"I don't want to either, but the situation doesn't allow it."

Xie Chengyin became even more confused. When Yan Cheng saw Xie Chengyin's eyes, he no longer concealed his feelings as he had originally wanted to vent to Xie Chengyin.

He folded the fan and threw it on the table, and the bruises on Yan Cheng's face were revealed in front of Xie Chengyin.

"Were you beaten?"

Yan Cheng: "Don't mention it, it was Han Liang. When I came home last night, I saw him harassing my sister. I rushed up to him without saying a word. Although he punched me, I also kicked him. Oh, and my sister also slapped him. The sound was so crisp."

The happier Yan Cheng was, the more he felt like he was getting a lot of credit.

Xie Chengyin frowned when he heard this, "Which sister of yours is Han Liang harassing?"

"Thirteenth sister."

Xie Chengyin's face darkened visibly.

A cool voice whispered to itself: "Han Liang?"

Yan Cheng thought he was being asked, and nodded affirmatively, "It was Han Liang. Although it was dark, I could see clearly that it was him. Look at how badly he beat me. I don't know how many days it will take for me to recover. Ah Yin, you have to help me get revenge."

Xie Chengyin picked up the teacup, took a sip, and responded in a low voice.

Yan Cheng's attention quickly shifted to several paintings hanging in the room.

"Ayin, this is the authentic work of the soul painter!"

Yan Cheng's eyes sparkled as he stared at the painting on the wall, unable to let it go. He reached out to touch it but was afraid of damaging it. His cautious look made Qi Cun shake his head.

It's just a painting, why make such a fuss?

If he knew that there were many more people being pressed under the bed by his young master, would the Erlang of the Yan family cry out of heartache?

Xie Chengyin was a little absent-minded, and only came back to his senses after Yan Cheng called him several times and asked, "What did you say?"

Yan Cheng said: "Let me ask you, how did you book the VIP room of Song Ya Ji? I heard that the higher the room is, the harder it is to book, and the threshold to enter is also high."

Xie Chengyin said casually: "It's a small matter. If you like, you can come whenever you want. Just tell me my name."

Yan Cheng grinned in surprise and gave Xie Chengyin a big bear hug: "A Yin, you are really my good brother!"

Xie Chengyin pushed Yan Cheng away with disdain, "Don't hug me all the time, I still have to get married, what if my future wife sees and misunderstands."

Yan Cheng curled his lips, looking unconcerned, "Where is your future wife? Bring her here to see."

"You'll know later."

After Yan Cheng was taken by Xie Chengyin to visit the art exhibition in Songyaji, Yan Cheng returned home contentedly and said he would come again in a few days.

After sending Yan Cheng away, Xie Chengyin arranged for Qicun to go to the Han family, "Keep an eye on Han Liang to see where he has been these days, and report back if he is alone."

Qicun took the order and left, secretly lighting a candle for Han Liang in his heart.