Chapter 105: From a Little Rich Girl to a Big Rich Girl

Gu Yan wailed again.

Footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, approaching from afar.

Gu Yan tensed up instantly.

A knock on the door rang out.

Yang Bing's voice came from through the door, carrying a smile: "Are you awake? I had the housekeeper stew some porridge for you two; it's keeping warm on the stove. Get up and have breakfast."

Gu Yan huddled in Shen Yanhui's arms, not daring to move a muscle.

Shen Yanhui looked down at her, the smile in his eyes deepening.

"Get up?" he asked.

Gu Yan glared at him and whispered, "You go out first."

"Together."

"No!"

He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her temple: "What are you afraid of?"

As he spoke, he threw off the quilt, got up, straightened his clothes, and walked over to open the door.

Gu Yan curled up inside the quilt, with only her eyes exposed.

The door opened.

Yang Bing stood outside the door, her gaze sweeping over Shen Yanhui and landing on the mound of quilt behind him.

She curled the corners of her mouth, asking nothing.

"Breakfast is ready," she said. "Come down and eat."

Shen Yanhui nodded.

Yang Bing turned and went downstairs, her footsteps steady and unhurried.

Shen Yanhui turned back, looking at Gu Yan, who had only her eyes showing from the quilt: "Come out."

Gu Yan did not move.

He walked back and picked her up, quilt and all.

Gu Yan let out a startled cry, scrambling to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Shen Yanhui!"

"Hm."

He carried her into the bathroom to wash up, helped her change her clothes, and then carried her downstairs.

"Put me down!"

"No."

Gu Yan struggled twice, but couldn't break free, so she had to bury her face in the crook of his shoulder and close her eyes in resignation.

In the dining room downstairs, Gu Fanglin was already sitting at the head of the table.

Yang Bing was setting the bowls and chopsticks; she looked up upon hearing their footsteps, and seeing their posture, her smile deepened.

Gu Fanglin looked over the top of his newspaper, his gaze fixing on his daughter.

Gu Yan buried her face deeper, the tips of her ears red enough to bleed.

Shen Yanhui's expression remained as usual; he carried her to the dining table before setting her down.

"Good morning, Uncle," he said, nodding slightly to Gu Fanglin.

Gu Fanglin looked at him, then at his daughter, who looked like she wished she could crawl into a crack in the floor, and remained silent for two seconds.

"…Sit."

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After the overnight stay, Gu Fanglin seemed to have completely compromised; he no longer restricted Gu Yan, nor did he probe for information as if interrogating someone every day.

But according to Gu Yan's thoughts, her father must have been suppressed by her mother, Ms. Yang.

In reality, Gu Fanglin was truly out of options.

What else could he do?

Actually play the role of the vicious parent breaking up a pair of lovebirds?

Gu Fanglin had lived to this age, and while he never went soft on opponents in the business world, he truly had no way to handle his own daughter.

He had pampered her since she was small, fearing she would break if held in his hands, and fearing she would melt if held in his mouth.

Forget it.

Let them be.

Though, letting them be was one thing, but the security he should provide could not be lacking.

Gu Fanglin privately visited a lawyer.

Equity was to be given: 3% of Gu Group's non-voting shares, not participating in management, only receiving dividends.

The number didn't sound large, but the Gu Group's scale was so vast that the annual dividends from this 3% were enough for her to buy a house in the most expensive area of Jingcheng every year.

A trust had to be set up as well: a family trust with a scale of 500 million, with Yang Bing as the trustee and Gu Yan as the beneficiary. The money wouldn't be given to her directly, but the annual returns generated would be enough for her to spend as she pleased.

A clause was specifically added to the trust agreement: in the event of a marital change, the trust assets and income would not be counted as joint marital property.

The house was also prepared: that top-floor duplex on the East Third Ring Road, along Chang'an Street, 500 square meters, snatched up when it first opened, and now its market value had nearly tripled.

The property deed was prepared separately, with only her name on it.

Additionally, he transferred a sum of money into her account.

When Yang Bing found out, she smiled: "Are you afraid your daughter will be wronged?"

Gu Fanglin snorted: "My daughter, Gu Fanglin's daughter, must not be wronged anywhere. What her man gives is her man's; what I give is mine."

Yang Bing said nothing more, only smiling and shaking her head.

Gu Yan suddenly went from a small rich woman to a big rich woman; even if she spent the rest of her life lying down and squandering, she would never be able to finish it all.

However, the rich woman herself did not know yet.

Work finished early this day.

The final lighting test for the exhibition hall ended, and Gu Yan walked out the main door; the sky had not yet gone completely dark.

Usually, Shen Yanhui would wait outside the exhibition hall, leaning against the car, his suit jacket draped over his forearm, his shirt sleeves rolled up twice, revealing a section of his wrist.

The light from the streetlamp leaked through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, casting mottled shadows on him, looking so good that passersby would take a few extra looks.

He seemed not to notice, just lowering his eyes, waiting for that glass door to be pushed open.

But today, ten minutes had passed, and Shen Yanhui had not yet arrived.

Gu Yan stood on the steps at the entrance of the exhibition hall, looking down at her phone.

Five minutes ago, he had sent a message: 【The meeting dragged on for a few minutes, I will be ten minutes late.】

She curled the corners of her mouth and typed.

Gu Yan: 【No rush, I'll wait for you.】

Shen Yanhui: 【Wait inside.】

Gu Yan: 【No, I want to see you the very first moment~】

That side was quiet for a few seconds.

Then she saw "the other party is typing" pop up above the message box, flashing again and again, and finally, a voice message was sent.

Clicking it open, a voice as low and mellow as wine came through: "Wait for me."

Gu Yan listened to his words, the corners of her eyes curving up.

The road was filled with an endless stream of cars, and sycamore leaves were blown down by the wind, landing in swirls by her feet.

She waited for a while, and a black sedan stopped in front of her.

The car door opened, and two people stepped out. Both in identical black suits, their steps uniform, they stood still in front of her.

The leader was in his early forties, with a rigid expression; when he spoke, his tone could be called respectful, yet it carried a firmness that brooked no refusal: "Miss Gu, our old master would like to invite you to sit for a while at the Shen Residence."

Gu Yan raised her eyes and looked at him.

"Old master?" Her tone was lazy, "Which old master?"

The man's expression did not change: "The old master of the Shen Family, Mr. Shen's grandfather."

Gu Yan raised an eyebrow.

"He wants to invite me," she paused, her tone slow and leisurely, "Why doesn't he come himself?"

The man's expression stiffened for a moment.

"Miss Gu," he took half a step forward, his tone still respectful, but already carrying pressure, "Do not keep the old master waiting long."

His hand was raised, and before it could touch Gu Yan's sleeve, it was pinned down by the bodyguards who had been following in the surroundings.

In the blink of an eye, those two people had already been forced into a kneeling position with their hands twisted behind their backs. Their cheeks pressed against the rough asphalt road surface, unable to move.

The leader struggled to lift his head, wanting to say something.

A figure stepped down from a Bentley not far away.

It was Shen Yanhui.

He walked over, stepping on the fallen leaves, unhurried, his posture as composed as if he were walking a runway.

Gu Yan's eyes curved, and she trotted toward him.

Shen Yanhui caught her, lowered his head, and kissed her lips: "Waited a long time, right?"

Gu Yan shook her head: "No."

Shen Yanhui took her hand and walked to the front of the two people who had been forced to kneel on the ground.

"Sir..." the man spoke.

Shen Yanhui lowered his eyes, looking at him, and then raised his foot, his leather shoe stepping lightly on the back of the man's right hand that was supporting him on the ground.

He didn't use force.

He was just stepping on it.

The man's face turned pale, his fingers trembling slightly, but he dared not pull them back.

Shen Yanhui lowered his eyes, looking at that hand.

"Which hand touched her?" he asked.