The big brother's wife is actually a rich and powerful young master

At six o'clock in the morning, Yan Qing woke up.

He habitually sat on the bed bent over, and moved his body carefully, only to realize that the room he was in was no longer that dark and damp attic.

The spacious room is furnished simply. Opposite the 2-meter bed is a square window and a desk. The walls are brand new and white.

But Yan Qing suddenly sighed.

He didn't sleep well, and his dream was full of the roar of the ambulance and his mother's wailing of pain.

What happened last night combined with his dream, Yan Qing shook his head vigorously, went to the bathroom and poured cold water on his face, and finally woke up.

He was actually the wrong child of the bedding giant Yan's family 18 years ago.

In order to raise money for the surgery for his adoptive mother, he had to accept relief from the Yan family, and then returned to the Yan family to recognize his ancestors.

There was a knock on the door: "Young master, it's time to go out."

"Understood." Yan Qing replied in a low voice, as if muttering to himself.

He opened the closet, looked at the few clothes in the closet, put on a white shirt casually, and went out.

The housekeeper of the Yan family was waiting at the door with a serious expression, Yan Qing obediently nodded to the housekeeper, and glanced at the empty living room, sure enough, there was still no one there.

The ridiculous thing is that although Yan Qing recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, he didn't see any "relatives".

According to the housekeeper, Master Yan and his wife went on a trip, while Young Master Yan, the child who exchanged lives with him, was in a private boarding school, preparing to study abroad.

"Let's go." The butler turned around without giving Yan Qing a look.

Yan Qing followed step by step, looking around this magnificent villa nervously, he arrived at twelve o'clock last night, exhausted, and never took a good look at his future "home".

Withdrawing his surprised eyes, Yan Qing secretly sighed in his heart, if he had so much money, maybe his mother wouldn't suffer so much.

The pitch-black vehicle started slowly, and Yan Qing asked with some doubts: "Uncle housekeeper, where are we going?"

"Go where you need to go."

The butler's answer was short and to the point.

Yan Qing was noncommittal, in his cognition, the place he should go to was the hospital, in front of his adoptive mother's bed, and that dilapidated attic.

Now that his mother's condition has turned from danger to danger, if the Yan family wants to send him back, it is exactly what he wants.

***

The car drove Yan Qing to a villa in the suburbs.

The mountain roads circled, and the green area of ​​the villas in the suburbs was astonishing. Although Yan Qing tried his best to restrain his calm expression, he still showed a little wonder at the well-trimmed bushes and shrubs.

The bicycle parked in front of an iron gate, looking around, the garden inside the gate was full of red roses, and the deep red rose petals filled the wind with a sweet smell.

Where is this?Yan Qing was a little nervous, this place was bigger and more luxurious than the Yan family's single-family villa, and it also made him more nervous.

The iron gate opened automatically, and at the end of the garden, there was a modern minimalist building.

The black and white walls give people a slight sense of alienation. On the side wall facing the garden, there are a row of transparent floor-to-ceiling windows.

An old man with a full smile stood at the door and opened the door for Yan Qing: "Good morning, Young Master Yan."

Yan Qing looked up at the old housekeeper, nodded slightly: "Hello."

"You can just call me Uncle Fu." The old man said to Yan Qing with a smile.

The car behind him suddenly started, but the butler didn't even get out of the car, so he drove away.

"Uncle Housekeeper!"

Yan Qing panicked to follow the car, but Fu Bo grabbed his forearm.

"Young Master Yan, don't be afraid. This is Master Yin Sheng's private house. Please sit in the living room for a while, and I'll make you some tea."

Uncle Fu smiled very kindly, like the neighbor's grandfather when he was a child, who would secretly give Yan Qing fifty cents to buy snacks.

Yan Qing shook his head, thinking that the old man had said so much, and the whole villa was so big that he didn't know where to go, so he nodded and followed Uncle Fu into the house.

The room was silent, as if stepping on it would break the quiet atmosphere here.

Yan Qing sat on the far right side of the sofa, straightened his back, and kept his eyes straight.

Fu Bo came over with black tea, and put down the lift screen for Yan Qing: "You watch TV for a while, the young master will be right back."

Young master, is that Yin Sheng that Uncle Fu just mentioned?

Today's news was on the TV, Yan Qing glanced at it, and the hand that was about to take the cup was stuck in mid-air——

"According to reports, the Yin family, the richest man in our city, will marry the Yan family in the near future, but the Yan family has only one son. Although the same-sex marriage law has been tried out for five years, how should the two families handle this marriage? We'll see."

Yan Qing suddenly realized why the Yan family would readily pay for his mother's treatment, why the housekeeper said this was the place he should go, and why the Yan family had been looking for him for 18 years, and it was only now that they "found" him.

It's not because they miss Yan Qing, their own son, but because they need Yan Qing to complete this marriage.

Yan Qing forcefully put down the water glass, stood up abruptly, trembling all over, turned around and walked towards the gate.

Uncle Fu came out from the kitchen and called him a few words: "Young Master Yan?!"

But Yan Qing turned a blind eye and walked out in a daze.

The door opened, the sun was dazzling, Yan Qing pushed the door open, and bumped into the man standing at the door.

"Be careful."

The man held Yan Qing's slender wrist, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his brows gradually frowned.

In Yin Sheng's eyes, Yan Qing was a bit too thin, with slender wrists and a slim figure, as if he could lift Yan Qing up with one hand.

"Forbe, what's going on?"

The man's voice was deep and magnetic, and Yan Qing watched his deep-lined face gradually merge with the face of "Master Yin's" on TV just now.

This person is Yin Sheng?

The news host on TV was still talking about marriage gossip in an orderly manner, Uncle Fu hurried over and helped the crumbling Yan Qing.

"I'm not too sure, young master Yan, didn't the master and wife of the Yan family tell you about Yin Yan's marriage?"

"I, I just returned to Yan's house yesterday." Yan Qing's face was pale, and he was sweating profusely as if dehydrated.

Yin Sheng frowned, picked up Yan Qing, and walked straight to the third floor: "Uncle Fu, call Xue Youshan."

***

"Malnutrition, overtired, hang a bottle of glucose first."

The doctor in a white coat put down his stethoscope and shot Yin Sheng angrily.

"What's going on? Where did the Yan family dig out this little doll for you? Isn't your marriage partner Yan Zhenghui?"

A series of questions hit Yin Sheng like a machine gun.

"The two smart people in the Yan family said that Yan Zhenghui is an adopted son and wants to marry his own son."

"My son?" Xue Youshan approached Yan Qing in surprise, "It doesn't look like it."

Yin Sheng helped Yan Qing tuck the corner of the quilt, blocking Xue Youshan's sight: "Okay, you can get out now."

"Hey Yin Sheng, since when did you start seeing sex and forgetting friends?"

Although Xue Youshan was not forgiving, he still went out with the medicine box. Before leaving, he reminded Yin Sheng: "This child may be underage, so don't break the law."

Yin Sheng looked at Xue Youshan like an idiot, and threw him out of the house with blank eyes.

After solving the source of the noise, Yin Sheng asked Uncle Fu to cook a bowl of ginseng soup for Yan Qing, while he sat by the bed and took care of it.

"Don't worry, I won't touch you."

The boy who seemed to be sleeping soundly moved his eyelids, thinking that Yin Sheng couldn't see his movements, so he quietly opened one eye.

"The marriage between Yin and Yan's family was originally decided by the grandfather's generation. I also wanted to fulfill my grandfather's wish before I agreed to let you live in."

Yan Qing lowered his eyes slowly, wondering if he should respond to Yin Sheng.

Yin Sheng seemed to know that he had woken up a long time ago: "If you are underage, I will send you back when you have a good rest tomorrow."

Will Yin Sheng really send himself back?

A wave of anticipation rose in Yan Qing's heart, but he quickly realized that if Yin Sheng sent him back to the Yan family, then he would be useless to the Yan family, and the Yan family would definitely not pay for his mother's follow-up rehabilitation expenses!

The weight of the bed suddenly lightened, and Yan Qing felt that Yin Sheng was about to leave, so he quickly got out of the bed and grabbed Yin Sheng's hand.

When Yin Sheng turned his head, he saw Yan Qing's flushed face.

"I, I'm an adult."

Yan Qingsheng was afraid that Yin Sheng would not believe it, so he added anxiously, "I just finished last month, so don't send me back."

His cheeks were flushed, and he had no idea what he looked like in Yin Sheng's eyes.

Yin Sheng licked his lips unconsciously, and was taken aback by Yan Qing's eyes. Does this kid really know what he's talking about?