Chapter 503: Yang Yun's Older Brother

Zhao Qiu Hua smiled, "If your mindset is stable, it just means your perception has shifted."

A person who has been to the Frontline can remain steady even in the face of life and death, so what else could they not remain steady about?

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"This is also good; having Sister Yang Yun act as our agent will be much more convenient than us trying to open up the market ourselves."

If they wanted to break into the Shanghai market, they would have to resist local merchants, and subsequent troubles would be endless; they would also need someone to hold down the fort in Shanghai.

But their studies were not yet finished.

If they delayed things, by the time they graduated, the competition would only be greater.

Moreover, given Sister Yang Yun's status, I'm afraid the shop in Shanghai will have conveniences beyond what they could imagine.

The two returned from the teahouse to the Guest House, strolling all the way back.

"You're back." Big Aunt was waiting downstairs.

An Yinan quickened her pace, and Big Aunt hurried forward two steps, "Slow down, no rush, why are you running?"

Big Aunt supported An Yinan, speaking cautiously.

Those few steps she had just run made her own heart race.

"Big Aunt, I'm fine," An Yinan said with a smile.

"Even if you're fine, you must be careful. This is your first pregnancy, you don't know anything yet; you must be careful in everything and pay attention to everything," Big Aunt exhorted.

"You two went out?" Liu Xicai said.

"We went to the teahouse nearby to drink tea and discuss business," Zhao Qiu Hua replied.

"What?" Liu Xicai looked at the two, "Drinking tea?"

"Oh my, Nan Nan, you can't drink tea," Liu Xicai said anxiously.

An Yinan tugged at Liu Xicai to get Big Aunt to calm down; the dignified, generous, and soft-spoken Big Aunt had completely changed her usual demeanor...

She knew it was because Big Aunt was too nervous about her.

"I didn't drink any! Big Aunt, I know, pregnant women shouldn't drink tea, I didn't drink it," An Yinan explained first.

She didn't want to scare Big Aunt.

"Big Aunt, I am a Doctor; I know what things can be eaten and what things cannot."

"I know you are worried about me, but you can't be this nervous; it's not good for your health," An Yinan whispered to soothe Big Aunt.

Liu Xicai's tightly wound nerves suddenly relaxed.

"You! In a place where we are unfamiliar with the people and the land, how can I not look after you well?"

If they were in Beijing, she could still brew soup for Nan Nan and make delicious food for her.

But here, she couldn't do anything.

She could only go out for a stroll every day, and whatever was nutritious, whatever tasted good, and whatever Nan Nan could eat, they would buy and bring back.

"Big Aunt, you have already done very well. Trust me, I will protect myself well, and I will also protect him well," An Yinan gently patted Big Aunt's back.

Someone else's mother must be just like this.

This was the feeling of a mother.

She still hadn't dared to call her mother-in-law; for one thing, the pregnancy wasn't stable yet, and for another, she was afraid her mother-in-law would come charging over directly.

She would call after she finished the business in Shanghai.

"Alright." Liu Xicai looked at An Yinan and nodded with a smile, "Grandma brought you some soup; we tasted it and it's quite good."

"Great, I love drinking soup." Except for those two days on the train—perhaps the little one didn't like seafood—the morning sickness hadn't been as bad with the things she ate later.

However, she found that she liked to sleep recently; she could even fall asleep while sitting.

She used to be able to stay up for three days and three nights, but now she couldn't even manage three hours.

The next day, Yang Yun arrived at the Guest House on time; this time, a man was following behind her.

An Yinan had expected the man to be in a suit, but she was somewhat surprised to see that the person she met was wearing a Zhongshan Suit.

"Let's go to the teahouse from yesterday," Yang Yun didn't make any introductions here, but asked Nan Nan directly.

An Yinan nodded, "Then let's go to the teahouse."

It was the only quiet place nearby.

"Let me introduce myself; my name is Yang Zheng, and I am Yang Yun's older brother." The man was in his fifties, with deep and sharp eyes, possessing an aura of someone who had long held a high position, and his words allowed for no refusal.

An Yinan smiled, "My name is An Yinan."

"My name is Zhao Qiu Hua," Zhao Qiu Hua added.

Zhao Qiu Hua felt that this Yang Zheng was a bit difficult to deal with.

An Yinan, however, kept a faint smile, and for a moment, it was quiet at the tea table.

An Yinan did not size up Yang Zheng, nor did she look at Yang Yun to get information.

She just toyed with the teapot in her hand, looked at all the tea sets, and then looked at the tea leaves they had ordered.

Not bad, but a pity she didn't have the luck to enjoy it.

She picked up the hot water on the clay stove, scalded the cups and the pot, and then put the tea leaves into the tea bowl to begin rinsing the tea.

Every movement was smooth and fluid.

She didn't speak the entire time, nor did she look at the people opposite her, as if all her focus was gathered on the task in her hands.

"Nan..." Yang Yun was just about to speak.

Yang Zheng stretched out his hand, stopping her mid-sentence.

The scene remained quiet.

An Yinan acted as if she hadn't heard anything, continuing the movements in her hands, one step after another...

"Taste it." An Yinan finished pouring the tea, still wearing a smiling expression.

She could not drink tea, so she just held a cup of plain water and took a slight sip.

Yang Zheng smelled the tea's fragrance, then took a sip of the tea and savored its taste.

He looked up at the person opposite him, "Have you practiced?"

An Yinan held the transparent glass cup, "Occasionally."

In this life, no.

She had practiced in her previous life; she did not like drinking tea, but she liked brewing it, as this process could calm her mind.

When drawing design blueprints made her impatient, she would brew tea, and once the tea was poured, her heart would calm down, yet she rarely drank the tea.

"Not bad." Yang Zheng's stern face showed a hint of expression.

An Yinan did not pay it any mind, "Thank you."

Experts exchanging blows.

To the side, Yang Yun had already widened her eyes; one must know that her brother usually had a coffin-face, and no one at home could make him change his expression.

She never expected to see it here today!

Her brother liked tea, liked it very much.

She had not told Nan Nan, and given Nan Nan's status, she shouldn't have known either.

Furthermore, they were at this teahouse yesterday too, so it should just be a coincidence.

As for Zhao Qiu Hua, she admired Nan Nan even more; under Yang Zheng's aura, she felt nothing but nervousness.

Yet Nan Nan was able to talk and laugh freely; is this the gap between them?

"Can you tell me about your agency model?" In the end, it was Yang Zheng who spoke first.

An Yinan found her manuscript from the stack of documents in her hand; it contained the entire revision process, the psychological journey from the initial idea to the current finished product.

"This is from the first version, revised to the current version; I think it should be useful to Mr. Yang."

An Yinan pushed the documents over, and the words had already left her lips.