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

Yan Qing took Yin Sheng to his mother's ward, he followed Yin Sheng in, and Yan's mother happened to be standing by the window.

"Mom, don't catch a cold." Yan Qing walked over and helped Yan Mu close the window.

Thin snowflakes fell in front of the transparent window, Mother Yan held Yan Qing's face with both hands, and rubbed gently: "Look at you, you're getting fat."

Yan Qing pretended to be angry and covered his face: "Mom, you always say I'm thin, but now you don't like me getting fatter?"

"I like it." Mother Yan looked at Yin Sheng who was standing at the door, nodded to him, and then urged Yan Qing, "The guest is here, and I haven't prepared anything. Go and buy some fruit for me."

Yan Qing glanced back at Yin Sheng, nodded and agreed: "Then sit down for a while."

"Remember to go to the fruit supermarket on the next street, the fruit there is good!"

"Eh, I see."

Yin Sheng pulled a stool by the bed and said, "Auntie, sit down first."

Yan's mother's spirit was much better than when she first came to the hospital. She sat on the bed with a smile on her face, and her eyes fell lightly on Yin Sheng.

Yin Shengduan sat on the stool, not squinting.

"Mr. Yin." Mother Yan was about to speak, but she coughed uncontrollably.

Yin Sheng got up, helped Yan's mother to lie on the bed, and handed him another glass of water: "Just call me Yin Sheng."

"Okay, Yin Sheng." Mother Yan nodded with a smile, "I heard from Xiaoqing that you funded him to go back to school?"

Yin Sheng nodded silently: "Yes, I think his grades are very good, so I will subsidize him to continue his education."

Yan Qing couldn't hide the fact that he was going to take the college entrance examination from Yan's mother. After discussing with Yin Sheng, he simply told Yan's mother part of the facts.

Pretending that Yin Sheng is the manager of Yan Qing's construction site, seeing that Yan Qing is young but not going to school, he loves to help Yan Qing go to school.

Mother Yan seemed to accept this explanation, but she knew it very clearly in her heart.

No one will sponsor a stranger to go to school for no reason.

"Yin Sheng, I don't know why you want to support Xiaoqing, but please, don't hurt him."

Mother Yan cast her eyes on a photo on the table.

This photo is a group photo of mother and child that Yan Qing asked the nurse to take when she was recovering.

In the photo, Yan Qing smiled brightly, like a flower that had never been blown by wind and rain.

Yin Sheng shook his head, and seriously promised Yan Mu: "I will not hurt him, Yan Qing is my very good friend."

Mother Yan took the photo and couldn't help stroking Yan Qing's face in the photo: "I think you should be more than just friends."

Yin Sheng was silent for a moment, lowering his eyes.

"Yan Qing is the worst kid at telling lies."

Mother Yan's tone of voice was very soft, and she could not tell her attitude towards Yin Sheng at all: "I often hear him mention you, and when he talks about you, his expression is completely different from what he said about the school."

Yin Sheng pursed his lips, and said calmly: "Maybe, it's because I'm a few years older than him, and I'm different from his classmates."

Mother Yan shook her head lightly: "He is my son, I know what he is thinking."

Yin Sheng raised his head and met Yan's mother's gentle gaze.

"Auntie, I..."

"I hope you can help me take good care of Yan Qing." Yan's mother laughed at herself, "Although it's presumptuous, but I hope that if I die, at least he will have someone to rely on."

Yin Sheng frowned: "You know?"

"I know my own body the best." Mother Yan coughed twice again, her brows and eyes full of melancholy.

"Dr. Xue is indeed excellent, but cancer is a difficult problem in the world, and there is no chance of cure."

Although Yan Mu said sad words, her eyes were full of warmth: "I'm just afraid, Yan Qing he..."

"Yan Qingyuan is stronger than you think." Yin Sheng's serious expression suddenly softened, "But please face the serious illness positively. Only when you recover from your health can Yan Qing move forward without distractions."

Mother Yan gently held Yin Sheng's hands, wiped tears gratefully: "Thank you, thank you."

"Knock down."

The door was knocked at the right time, and Mother Yan quickly wiped away her tears and lay down on the bed.

Yan Qing stood at the door with a big bag of fruit in his arms, and put the fruit on the table with a hearty smile, but his eyes were slightly pink.

"I forgot to bring a scarf when I went out just now, it was so cold."

Yan Qing put the fruit on the table, picked up two apples and put them in his hands: "Do you want to eat apples? I'll wash them."

Yin Sheng and Yan's mother met each other's eyes, and the timing of Yan Qing's knock on the door was so coincidental that it was difficult to judge whether he heard the conversation between the two.

But looking at Yan Qing's performance, it seems that he really didn't notice it.

Yin Sheng walked up to Yan Qing and took the apple in his hand: "Let me come, you chat with Auntie."

The two stayed in the hospital until five o'clock before leaving for home.

Fu Bo, who was celebrating the Chinese New Year in Hawaii, had been waiting at the door for a long time.

Yan Qing came forward to greet Uncle Fu lively, and showed Uncle Fu the souvenirs given to him by his neighbors as if they were treasures.

Fu Bo cheerfully praised Yan Qing: "Master Yan is loved by everyone, everyone misses you."

Yan Qing grinningly dragged the suitcase into the room, and ran upstairs in a hurry: "I'll go put the luggage."

"Clap."

The door was locked by Yan Qing.

He suddenly sat down on the ground, his legs bent, and he hugged his knees with his hands.

The lonely suitcase was spinning on the ground, Yan Qing buried his face in his arms and sobbed silently.

Xue Youshan didn't tell him, Yin Sheng kept it from him, even his mother didn't want him to know——

Bad news about lung cancer.

But who told him to walk too fast, as soon as he reached the door of the ward, he heard Yin Sheng's voice.

"You know?"

"My own body, I know best."

Yan Qing instinctively thought that his mother's condition was getting worse, so he secretly went to the doctor's office.

In the afternoon, there are not many doctors in the office, most of them are in outpatient clinics, and the doors are tightly closed.

Only one family member stood at the door waiting for the doctor.

As soon as he saw Yan Qing, the man began to sigh: "Hey, it's you, come get your mother's report."

Yan Qing glanced at the thin X-ray film in the opponent's hand, but felt that it weighed a thousand catties.

"I just got cured of a brain tumor, and now I have another lung cancer. Take care of your little body..."

"Lung, lung cancer?" Yan Qing was dumbfounded, and even began to hesitate to pronounce words.

"Oh? You don't know yet, do you?"

Yan Qing didn't remember what the other party said, he only knew that he couldn't collapse.

All he could do was to walk to the door of the ward in a faltering footsteps, force himself to knock on the door as if nothing had happened...

"Tuk Tuk."

Yan Qing raised his head from his grief, and hastily wiped away his tears: "Who?"

"Master Yan, it's time for dinner." Fu Bo's voice was soft and warm.

Yan Qing quickly changed into light blue home clothes, wiped away tears, and opened the door with a smile.

"Okay, I'll come down here."

Uncle Fu stood still, staring at Yan Qing's red eyes: "Are you okay?"

Yan Qing shook his head like a rattle: "I'm fine, but there is a problem that is extremely difficult, and I can't solve it no matter what, I'm so sorry."

Uncle Fu confirmed Yan Qing's emotions again, smiling kindly: "Study is important, but the body is more important."

Yan Qing bent her eyes obediently: "Don't worry, I will take care of myself."

After finishing speaking, he ran downstairs in a "slap-tap-tap" manner.

Yin Sheng sat in the main seat and looked at the phone with a solemn expression. When he saw Yan Qing, he put down the phone and smiled slightly: "Be careful not to fall."

"No." Yan Qing happily washed his hands, sat down on the seat and prepared to eat.

The mobile phone on the table had been vibrating non-stop since eating, but Yin Sheng turned a deaf ear to it.

Yan Qing felt a little strange, pushed Yin Sheng's cell phone with his arm, and asked tentatively, "Aren't you answering the phone?"

Yin Sheng shook his head: "It's just sales calls."

Yan Qing was chewing chicken leg meat, his cheeks were bulging, his big eyes were staring at Yin Sheng, his face was full of suspicion.

How could Yin Sheng's phone number be leaked so easily? Yin Shengming was pretending to be lying to him.

The phone rang again, this time the vibration seemed louder than before.

Yan Qing approached Yin Sheng, and said softly: "You take it, I'll help Uncle Fu wash the dishes."

He was just about to leave when Yin Sheng grabbed his wrist.

"You sit."

Yin Sheng picked up the phone in front of Yan Qing, and the caller information displayed on the phone was three words——

Uncle Yan.

Yan Qing was a little embarrassed. From the time he came into contact with the Yan family, to the time when he recognized his ancestor and was forced to marry Yin Sheng, he had never met his biological parents.

Even Lin Xingyi and Gong He were wondering why the Yan family didn't want to see him even though they had found him.

This was even the first time he heard the voices of Yan's parents.

He thought of his adoptive mother who was seriously ill, and couldn't help turning his head away, not wanting to pay any attention to the Yan family.

"Uncle Yan." Yin Sheng spoke slowly.

The voice on the other end of the phone was a bit noisy, Yan Qing couldn't hear it clearly, but could vaguely hear a middle-aged man talking.

"Don't worry, as long as the Yan family resumes the production line and provides high-quality products, the Yin family will not give up an excellent partner easily."

While Yin Sheng was speaking, he took a special look at Yan Qing's expression.

Yan Qing sat stiffly on the dining chair, maintaining basic politeness, with his head slightly lowered, feeling depressed.

He stretched out his hand and clenched Yan Qing's slender fingers.

As if getting strength from Yin Sheng, Yan Qing raised his head, smiled reassuringly and shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

Yin Sheng and Yan Qing's biological father chatted for a few more words, but the frown still remained unchanged.

"It's your freedom to go back to China, and I won't stop it." Yin Sheng looked at Yan Qing, "It's just that I have to ask my wife's permission before I can agree to you."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be cursing something in a low voice, and quickly hung up.

Yan Qing raised his head and asked Yin Sheng curiously: "What did he say?"

"They are going back to China in the near future and want to come to see you,"

"what?!"

Yan Qingteng stood up suddenly, and shouted angrily: "Why did he come to see me? He didn't come when my mother was hospitalized before, and only regarded me as a tool to replace Yan Zhenghui. What are you doing now?!"

Yan Qing knew in his heart that the Yan family would be very dissatisfied when Yin Sheng canceled their bedding order.

But he didn't expect that the Yan family would take the lead, thinking that if they found him to intercede, would they be able to persuade Yin Sheng? !

"Don't be angry, since I don't want to see you, I won't let them come." Yin Sheng walked to Yan Qing's side, and pressed Yan Qing's shoulder comfortingly to calm him down.

Yan Qing snorted weakly: "When will they come?"

"No, it's probably before school starts."

Fortunately, it's not now, he has enough time to prepare, Yan Qing thought silently.

He took off his tired body and sat on a chair with a stubborn expression: "I will meet with them. It is they who are at fault, not me."

Yin Sheng gently stroked Yan Qing's hair, and comforted the young man in a low voice: "If you have any questions, you can come to me."

The author has something to say: Yin Sheng: The mother-in-law entrusted Qingqing to me, and I will definitely take good care of him.

Mother Yan: Why isn't this person ashamed at all when he looks at Bingcube's face?That's why you shouted?