Have you ever cared about me?

  Manager Liu's cold sweat slid down his forehead, fortunately, Nian Boyan didn't pursue it further, instead he looked at the marketing department manager, "Ji Dongyan has been making a lot of moves recently."

  "Yes." The market executive's face was sharp, "We have received the most reliable internal news that Ji Dongyan secretly attacked Blue Light, which has just entered China, causing its performance to decline. I have reason to suspect that Ji Dongyan's purpose is only to compete with us one-on-one, and also, Ji Dongyan's high-end jewelry club, Xi Hui, participated in the International Jewelry Exhibition, seemingly to compete with our new season jewelry."

  Blue Light is a jewelry brand from the United States, which was attacked as soon as it entered the Chinese market. The business circle was in an uproar, but only Yan Baiyan remained calm and composed. He never doubted the accuracy of the information from the internal channels of Jing Shi, and besides, this was always the style of Ji Dongyan.

  "Not only that, but Ye Zong, the Ji family is also eyeing the diamond mine we're preparing to bid on. This guy is like a mad dog, only knowing how to use brute force." Another executive said indignantly.

  Nian Baiyan leisurely sipped his tea, "Man dies for wealth, birds die for food, just keep a close eye on it." He narrowed his eyes, covering the sharpness at the bottom of his eyes, and then looked at the female assistant beside him with a calm tone, "Contact the South African side as soon as possible, I will fly over to negotiate in person."

  "Alright, young master."

  The meeting was nearing its end when the administrative office secretary knocked on the door and came in, whispering a few words to Yan Bo's ear. His originally relaxed eyebrows furrowed, and his handsome face turned cold.

  I am the dividing line little girl

  Nian Baiyan drove the car all the way back to the siheyuan on Nan Chi Zi Da Jie, and it was almost eleven o'clock when he arrived. The headlights illuminated the vermilion gate and embroidered door not far away, and the electronic eye hidden above the brightly lit gate began to record images in a regular pattern.

  The gate of Guanghuang is one of the six forms of gates in old Beijing's quadrangle courtyard. The so-called "Guanghuang Gate" refers to the door panel colliding with the rear pillar, and the gate and porch occupy the size of a room. The two walls outside the gate are shaped like an external eight-character shape, which is majestic in architecture and attracts wealth and treasure in Feng Shui. In old Beijing, the style of the building could be divided into three six nine grades, and people who lived in houses with "Guanghuang Gate" were either rich or noble. Now, most of them have been acquired by wealthy merchants, and those who can enter and exit the quadrangle courtyard in Nan Chi Zi are naturally extraordinary. The clouds open three thousand feet, the misty building is one million households, and the "one million households" here refers to the quadrangle courtyard.

  Even the best siheyuan needs modern elements to improve, just like the house where Yan Baiyan lives. It has houses, courtyards, main gates and doorways, forming a self-contained unit when closed, and interconnected when exiting the doorway. The corridor is winding, with trees casting dappled shadows, linking the main house and wing rooms through a covered walkway. The patterns on top are all exquisite hand-painted, in terms of layout, it retains the original meaning of siheyuan while expanding the underground area, if you go underground, it becomes a modernized scene, with modern parking garages, gyms, swimming pools, home theaters and so on.

  The car drove into the underground garage. When Yan Bo saw the main house with a dim light on, his eyebrows looked even more solemn.

  It was Auntie Xu, the nanny, who opened the door. Seeing Yan Bo that he had returned, she let out a long sigh of relief, "Sir, you've finally come back."

  "Where's my wife?" Yan Bojian walked in, casually putting down his briefcase and sinking deep into the sofa.

  "The wife got drunk and has been making a scene."

  Aunt Xü has been by Ye Yu's side for over a decade, always following her wherever she goes. The quadrangle courtyard is the new home of Yan Baiyan and Ye Yu, but Ye Yu rarely returns. Tonight, however, she suddenly changed her mood, got drunk, and rushed in, which is also why Aunt Xü had to make repeated phone calls to the company.

  Nian Baiyan raised his hand and pressed his aching forehead, closing his eyes as if he was tired.

  "Sir, Madam looks quite distressed." Xu Ayi saw that he was motionless and got a bit anxious, but didn't dare to urge him too much.

  After a long time, Nian Baiyan finally opened his eyes, got up, and entered the bedroom with patience.

  The royal-sized bed in the bedroom, which had always been slept on by Yan Bo alone, was now occupied by Ye Yujun, who was curled up under the covers with her hair disheveled and her eyes red from crying. As soon as she saw him enter, she rushed down from the bed and stumbled into his arms.

  The overwhelming smell of wine swept in, and Yan Baiyi's eyebrows furrowed even tighter. He reached out to pull her away, his gaze piercing and frightening. "Ye Yu, are you crazy?"