Chapter 326: The Future Heir to a Hundred Billion, Boss Yan Has a Child

Bedroom

After finishing in the bedroom, Yan Li exchanged a few tender words before being called away by a phone call; Dong Xuan rubbed her aching waist and glared at Qin Lan.

"You didn't conspire with that bastard to trick me, did you?"

At first, Yan Li pretended well, but eventually couldn't hide his emotions.

There was no helping it—his wish had been fulfilled, and he was bursting with energy; even their pleas fell on deaf ears.

Dong Xuan and Qin Lan weren't naive—they saw the setup immediately and knew they'd fallen for his self-pity ploy again.

Whether the business had lost money was unclear, but Yan Li showed zero signs of despair or suicidal intent.

Once she recovered, Dong Xuan turned her anger toward Qin Lan, who shot back immediately.

"Don't frame me—what do you think I am?"

As she spoke, Qin Lan couldn't help stealing a few glances at Dong Xuan.

She'd known Dong Xuan was fair-skinned before, but now she saw the truth: everywhere was pale, paler even than Fan's.

Thinking of it, she suddenly clenched her teeth—that bastard thought she was easy to take advantage of, so he went for her.

Dong Xuan felt uneasy under Qin Lan's gaze, pulled the thin blanket over herself, then spoke again.

"Even if you didn't conspire, you're still guilty of false intelligence reporting."

Dong Xuan was furious over being so thoroughly fooled and couldn't punish Yan Li, so she decided to strike at Qin Lan to boost her own standing in the group.

But Qin Lan wasn't one to back down: "You're blaming me? I haven't even scolded you yet—I sensed something was off with him, but you kept pushing that extreme idea and dragged me along with you."

"You lied about the situation; you exaggerated it. Today's mess? You bear primary responsibility."

Dong Xuan laughed bitterly: "You tricked me here, and now you say I'm the one mainly to blame? Do you have any shame?"

Qin Lan retorted: "The idea was yours, and you were the first to act—don't blame me."

"..."

They bickered back and forth, ultimately deciding it was all each other's fault—but the real culprit was Yan Li, that bastard had clearly planned this all along, setting a trap on purpose.

Qin Lan and Dong Xuan kept cursing the bastard man, but as they spoke, Qin Lan's expression softened slightly: "Anyway, as long as nothing bad happened, it's fine."

Dong Xuan paused, her anger easing a little, sighing: "Yeah, thank heaven it was just a false alarm."

Being taken by that bastard was merely embarrassing, but compared to the worst outcome they hadn't dared imagine, it was already a relief.

After a while, Qin Lan couldn't hold out any longer—she grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom to wash up and bathe; Dong Xuan felt awkward.

She'd rushed over and brought almost no spare clothes, and Yan Li had ruined two pieces, so she had no choice but to borrow from Qin Lan.

"This set is unworn—take it for now, then go buy something new after; shopping in Xiangjiang is pretty convenient."

Qin Lan didn't make things hard for Dong Xuan and even offered to take her shopping; during the time she hadn't noticed Yan Li's odd behavior, she'd wandered around out of boredom and knew the area well.

Hearing the word "shopping," Dong Xuan's eyes lit up—no woman disliked shopping, and Dong Xuan was no exception.

When Yan Li first made his fortune years ago, both Dong Xuan and Qin Lan were more restrained—one due to personality, the other due to planning ahead, keeping money for key moments.

Now both were wealthy, had spare cash, and shopped regularly—just not extravagantly, preferring value for money and being frugal.

These days, many people loved coming to Xiangjiang for shopping, especially luxury goods and electronics.

The reason? Xiangjiang offered more products—you could find new releases and limited editions unavailable on the mainland, plus higher-quality imports, and with favorable exchange rates and tax exemptions, things were often cheaper here than on the mainland.

As for service, mainland high-end malls in 2008 were rare; most were big supermarkets or small stalls, and service quality? Everyone knew—it was common for staff to argue with customers.

Small shops and food stalls in Xiangjiang weren't great either, but high-end malls had uniform training, so their service still surpassed the mainland's majority.

Add proximity, visa-free travel, and convenient transportation, and the flow became swift.

All these factors made Xiangjiang a shopping paradise for many on the mainland; Dong Xuan had come once before with Guan Yue and had liked it.

Just moments ago, Dong Xuan had planned to buy a ticket and leave, avoiding further torment from that bastard—but now she thought, since she was already here, why not buy something?

At the very least, she needed to buy imported formula for Guan Yue's daughter—her goddaughter.

This year, the formula industry had been rocked by upheaval; anyone with means switched to imports.

Thinking of this, Dong Xuan called Guan Yue to ask what to buy.

Guan Yue immediately perked up upon hearing Dong Xuan was in Xiangjiang and that Yan Li was fine, then rattled off a long list so extensive even Qin Lan was stunned.

"Are you raising a child or a deity?"

Dong Xuan, close to Guan Yue, knew more: "This is still conservative—otherwise it'd be even pricier."

Tong Dawei might be famous, but his annual income barely reached ten million, and that was only after "Struggle" went viral—before that, it was far lower; Guan Yue was just a university teacher with a modest salary.

So their household was far better off than average, but hardly wealthy.

At least in Dong Xuan's view, if it were her, she'd buy far more expensive, higher-quality items.

She herself was frugal, but for her child, she'd spare no expense.

Yan Li, of course, was even less likely to hold back—he worked hard to earn money, couldn't spend it all himself, and wouldn't just let it sit in a bank fighting inflation?

"Let me see that list—I'll buy some too."

Qin Lan said, and Dong Xuan's eyes bulged as she stared at her belly: "When did this happen?"

"..."

Qin Lan had meant to tease her, but feared Dong Xuan would take it seriously and cause trouble, so she confessed honestly.

"Not me—do you know Ma Yili? She just gave birth a few days ago; I'm buying things to send back to her."

Dong Xuan remembered—the news had been out; Ma Yili's husband had posted photos on Weibo thanking his wife, drawing widespread praise for being a good man.

At this point, both Dong Xuan and Qin Lan fell silent.

One by one, their close friends were marrying and having babies, yet that bastard showed zero intention—what was he thinking?

"I don't understand Cantonese—let's go together, we can haggle."

Dong Xuan didn't dwell on it—she asked Qin Lan to join her for shopping; unfamiliar territory, last time she'd had Guan Yue with her, and alone she felt uneasy.

"Sure."

Qin Lan didn't understand Cantonese either and wanted company—even if it was just to argue, someone to talk to.

They packed up, left the room, and found Yan Li humming a tune while grilling steak in the kitchen.

Today was doubly auspicious: not only had the Xuan-Lan pairing fulfilled its wish, but the market performance had been excellent, netting a huge profit.

After deducting fees and team expenses, nearly eighty million RMB was safely in hand—the largest single payout to date.

Judging by current progress, Yan Li's earlier estimates had been overly conservative; continuous gains were being reinvested.

Whether the projected hundreds of millions in RMB could reach hundreds of millions in USD was uncertain, but breaking into the billions was highly likely.

At this point, Yan Li was satisfied—more than this, and it would be hard to exit cleanly.

With his edge, he could truly chase a ten-billion-RMB goal, but then Wall Street might start watching him.

Eat only as much as your bowl can hold.

At this juncture, money earned in the market isn't truly yours—only money safely in hand is real.

In short, Yan Li believed the most important thing was to exit cleanly with his earnings, able to

"Awake?"

"Eat some steak—replenish your strength. I specially ordered it, air-freighted from Japan."

Seeing Dong Xuan and Qin Lan emerge, Yan Li placed his own grilled steak on the table and prepared two new portions.

Dong Xuan glared at Yan Li—he was already eating air-freighted Japanese steak, more luxurious than in Beijing; she'd truly been an idiot to believe he was bankrupt and suicidal.

Qin Lan, having been through this before, was calmer and more resigned, merely remarking:

"Air-freighted ingredients—this is why Xiangjiang is so advanced."

"The mainland has them too, but usually only in high-end hotels; private use is rare. That's capitalism for you—it knows how to indulge in luxury."

Wealthy people love traveling abroad for many reasons.

But one truth is undeniable: overseas services and amenities tailored for the rich are far superior and more refined than those on the mainland.

Yan Li had enjoyed this in Europe, and Xiangjiang was no worse; on the mainland, many sectors were still in their infancy, lacking mature industries—you had money but nowhere to spend it.

"Yeah, air-freighted ingredients, yacht models—no wonder someone's having the time of his life."

Dong Xuan couldn't resist a jab; Yan Li protested: "I came to Xiangjiang for business—ask Qin Lan, I'm usually very restrained."

"Air-freighted ingredients? That's just for today—I wanted to celebrate. Normally, Qin Lan and I eat normally, sometimes even takeout."

Qin Lan nodded—Yan Li wasn't lying.

Of course, his daily meals were prepared by professional chefs for him and his team; the "takeout" referred to orders from Xiangjiang's prestigious traditional restaurants—no need to emphasize that, or Dong Xuan would drag her into the insult too.

Dong Xuan snorted, then asked Yan Li: "What's the real situation with your business?"

She wouldn't feel at ease until she knew for sure.

"Nothing's wrong—it's going smoothly. Not only did I not go bankrupt, I made a decent profit; the rumors outside were staged."

Yan Li knew they were worried and explained everything; Dong Xuan sighed in relief, then grew angry again.

"Then why did you lie to us? You nearly scared me to death!"

"I… I kept saying I was fine—you two jumped to wild conclusions. What was I supposed to do?"

Yan Li was speechless—people always believed what they wanted to believe; once they decided he was in trouble, his explanations meant nothing.

Qin Lan felt a twinge of guilt—after all, she'd started it all—and tried to smooth things over: "It was just a misunderstanding—thank goodness nothing happened."

"Easy for you to say."

Dong Xuan gritted her teeth—just one "misunderstanding," and she'd endured fear and anxiety, plus lost herself to him.

Unlike experienced Qin Lan, this was Dong Xuan's first time—her heart was still full of resentment.

"Fine—if you're still furious, I'll make a sacrifice—do whatever you want to me, consider it compensation."

"Pfft."

"Pfft."