After rebirth, I was hugged and kissed by a crazy boss

"When your father came to the Meng family to propose marriage, he was about the same as you are now."

Meng Youze raised his eyebrows jokingly and looked at Yan Qing.

"I didn't bring any gifts. I just came here with a briefcase."

Yan Qing was silent for a moment, then took out a small box from his bag.

"I prepared a gift, but I just forgot to take it out."

"Hahahahaha..."

Meng Youze couldn't help laughing.

"Let me see, what have you prepared?"

Yan Qing shrugged and handed the box over.

"It's quite expensive, be careful not to hit me."

"Forget it, I won't answer it."

Meng Youze blinked cunningly.

"Look, I haven't touched it yet. If anything gets bumped or dented, don't blackmail me."

"..." Yan Qing was speechless and wanted to roll his eyes, but nothing came out.

Meng Youze clapped his hands and laughed when he saw this.

"Okay, okay, don't make that expression. Uncle will tell you a story now."

……

That year, Yan Sichen was a teacher who had just joined the school to teach.

He was wearing a washed-out shirt and trousers, with a straight posture and handsome face.

Her hair is neatly groomed, her eyes are bright and deep, and her temperament is gentle and steady.

Holding a brand new cowhide bag, he knocked on the Meng family’s door.

Meng Youze remembered that besides him, Old Man Meng and Meng Zhiyu, the young man surnamed Mo was also at home.

The reason why Mr. Mo was invited was to make Yan Sichen feel ashamed and retreat.

When the servant led Yan Sichen to the reception room, he saw Mr. Meng sitting in the main seat, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

Meng Zhiyu stood up nervously and whispered,

"Dad, this is Si Chen..."

Before she could finish her words, she was rudely interrupted by Mr. Meng.

"Is it your turn to speak here? Sit down! You have no manners at all!"

Meng Zhiyu bit her lip. This time, she did not immediately follow her father's order, but looked at Yan Sichen nervously.

Yan Sichen showed a reassuring smile——

Meng Zhiyu understood that he meant that she didn't have to worry and that he would take care of everything.

She finally sat down.

As a bystander, Meng Youze was leisurely lying on the railing on the second floor, enjoying the show of several people downstairs.

"Hello, uncle."

Yan Sichen nodded politely.

"I'm Yan Sichen. Zhiyu should have mentioned me to you."

Mr. Meng snorted through his nose and didn't even look at people.

"She did say that you were a shameless scoundrel who harassed her."

"dad!"

Meng Zhiyu suddenly became anxious. Her eyes instantly turned red and she seemed about to cry.

"Si Chen... he is not like that, you don't know him——"

Seeing this, Meng Youze on the second floor couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

The power of love is so great. How could the little sister, who has always been timid, dare to talk to her father like this?

In the past, she probably wouldn't have dared to say a word.

Mr. Meng opened his eyes and glared at Meng Zhiyu fiercely.

"Shut up! Don't you think it's not embarrassing enough? You have brought shame to the Meng family!"

Meng Zhiyu's expression froze, and tears finally fell.

She is sad.

Yan Sichen was the person she loved the most...but her father still refused to give her even a little dignity in front of her lover.

Still like when I was a child, I could order him around, beat him and scold him as I pleased.

Meng Zhiyu felt that he seemed to have no dignity at all, and was even worse than a cat or dog kept at home.

She pursed her lips, swallowed her sobs, and lowered her head to hide the tears on her face.

Meng Zhiyu has practiced this kind of movements countless times since he was a child.

She slowly sat back down, as if her soul had been sucked out of her.

Seeing this, Mr. Mo considerately took out a tissue and handed it to her.

But Meng Zhiyu turned her face away stubbornly, ignoring his concern at all.

Yan Sichen's eyes swept across several people inconspicuously, and finally stopped on Meng Zhiyu, his brows slightly frowned.

As if he couldn't bear to see Meng Zhiyu suffer any more, he simply started to play his cards openly.

"Uncle, Zhiyu is the apple of your eye, and you know my situation. I'm here to propose marriage."

Mr. Mo raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and looked at him with his head propped up with a smile.

Old Master Meng also sneered, "With you? Are you worthy of my daughter? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself."

Meng Zhiyu's heart was in his throat.

She was very afraid that being insulted by her father like this would make Yan Sichen angry and turn away...their fate would be severed just like that.

However, Yan Sichen's emotions were terrifyingly stable.

He gave Meng Zhiyu a soothing look, then spoke slowly with a sincere tone.

"Uncle, I understand your dissatisfaction. My family is poor, and from this point of view, I am indeed not worthy of Zhiyu."

"But please give me a chance, and I will prove that I can take care of young fish."

Before Mr. Meng could speak, Mr. Mo spoke first in a gloomy tone.

"Oh? What do you have to prove it? Your face?"

Indeed, Yan Sichen's face is like the hero who walked out of a romance novel, and girls of that era would like him.

"I have joined University A as a teacher, and my salary is enough to support her."

After being ridiculed, Yan Sichen remained calm and unperturbed.

"Besides, the school has allocated housing for me, so Zhiyu won't be wronged if she follows me."

As he spoke, he opened the file bag and took out the documents one by one.

"Here's my degree certificate, income certificate, asset certificate. And this--"

Yan Sichen paused, took out a patent certificate,

"Uncle, I don't have much savings. This is a patent for an electronic chip. If Meng is willing to invest, it should be able to make a lot of money. This can also be considered as part of the betrothal gift."

Mr. Mo snatched the patent certificate with some surprise and examined it carefully.

As the economic situation changes, technology is the driving force behind corporate development.

Especially for high-tech like this, there is a price but no market for it. Even if you are willing to pay, others may not be willing to sell it to you.

Yan Sichen, such a beautiful girl, was given to the Meng family for free?

The more Mr. Mo thought about it, the more mysterious it seemed to him. His eyes seemed to be staring a hole in the thin paper.

The Mo family’s company also has patents, and he has seen them before.

Right now, he just wanted to find the flaws and prove that Yan Sichen's patent was a fraud.

"Humph, not only did you cheat my daughter, you also wanted to cheat Meng's investment?"

Mr. Meng looked at Yan Sichen harshly.

"What a lousy patent. My daughter is young and ignorant. Do you think I have lived in vain all these years? It is really not worthy of being in a high-class place. You are really cunning!"

In Mr. Meng's eyes, Yan Sichen is just a liar who makes empty promises.

Although he has no power or influence, he is still able to make up for himself.

What patent or not, it’s just a blank check... Do you really think I’m a fool?

"Uncle, I will definitely marry Zhiyu. We are very compatible."

Yan Sichen said lightly,

"You can make whatever conditions you want, but if I do it, please keep your promise."

"Oh! What a big tone!"

Mr. Meng was so angry that he laughed.

"You just make up your mind? Don't you know your own worth?"

Yan Sichen raised his eyes, his gaze was clear and peaceful.

"I'm serious, please keep your promise."