799: Chapter 794 This is a Golden Thigh

"A fine 'it's the future I want'!"

"Shen Yan, I, Ghost Eye Seven, accept you as my brother!"

"From now on in the Jinghai, whether it's the underworld or the straight world, as long as it's something I can handle, just say the word!"

At this moment, it wasn't just an acknowledgment of his appraisal skills.

It was a submission to his personal charisma.

Shen Yan smiled and said nothing more.

He picked up Youyou, who was playing with a luban lock, and gave a slight nod.

"Then I thank you, Seventh Master."

"It's getting late, and the child needs to sleep. I'll take my leave."

He watched Shen Yan's back as he carried the child out the main gate.

The streetlights stretched the shadows of the father and daughter.

Ghost Eye Seven picked up his teacup and found the tea had long since gone cold.

"Dad."

Qi Wan stood to the side, her expression complicated.

"Just what is this man's background?"

"What background?"

Ghost Eye Seven drained the cold tea in one gulp, his eyes flashing with sharp light.

"He is no mere fish in a pond; once he encounters the wind and clouds, he will transform into a dragon."

The night in Jinghai City was like a piece of silk soaked in thick ink.

Returning from Ghost Eye Seven's Treasure Gathering Studio, Shen Yan drove steadily.

That box of luban locks, which those 'old masters' thought weren't worth much, was now being held tightly in Youyou's arms.

The little girl slept the whole way and only woke up rubbing her eyes when they reached the front door.

The villa was brightly lit, radiating the warmth of home.

The next day was a bright, sunny day.

Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the wool carpet in the living room, making the dust motes in the air shimmer like gold.

It was rare for Shen Yan not to go to the office.

Dressed in a loose set of light gray loungewear, he sat in a corner of the sofa holding a cup of freshly ground black coffee.

On the coffee table in front of him sat the luban locks he had brought back last night.

But now, the thing had been taken apart into a messy heap.

Huddled around the coffee table were three little kids with their heads pressed together.

Today was Youyou's 'social day.'

Ever since Shen Yan won back custody of his daughter and enrolled her in the best international kindergarten in the Jinghai, the little girl's personality had visibly brightened.

"Youyou, why can't I put this back together?"

The speaker was a chubby little boy named Hao Hao, whose family ran a restaurant chain; he was clutching two wooden strips, sweat breaking out on his forehead from frustration.

"So silly."

Youyou sighed like a little adult.

She reached out a chubby little hand and took the wooden strips from Hao Hao.

Click.

The crisp sound of wood striking wood.

It was the sound of the mortise and tenon structure interlocking perfectly.

"Look, you have to align it with this groove. Grandpa said this is called... called 'Round Heaven and Square Earth'!"

Youyou lifted her chin triumphantly, like a proud little peacock.

That 'Grandpa,' naturally, referred to Ghost Eye Seven.

Shen Yan took a sip of coffee, an unconscious smile playing on his lips.

This was the entire purpose behind his desperate money-making, his schemes, and his battles in this cutthroat business world.

"Come, have some fruit."

Liu Hui walked over carrying an exquisite crystal fruit platter.

Today, her hair was pinned up, revealing a fair and slender neck, and she wore a light blue apron.

She didn't look like a wealthy socialite, but rather like the gentle older sister next door.

But who would have thought that this gentle woman was now managing Shen Yan's previously chaotic household affairs with perfect order.

Even the habitually picky Shen Ya now called her 'Sister-in-law' incessantly every day when she came home.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Shen Yan put down his coffee cup and used a toothpick to pick up a piece of sliced cantaloupe.

It was very sweet.

"These kids are playing quite wildly, but I noticed that child named Doudou seems a bit shy around strangers."

Liu Hui lowered her voice, her gaze falling on the little boy at the very edge of the carpet.

The boy was quite handsome, wearing a faded denim jacket, unlike Hao Hao who was decked out in designer labels.

He didn't speak, just sat there quietly watching Youyou play with the luban locks, with a hint of envy and a caution beyond his years in his eyes.

"That's a friend Youyou met in her drawing class."

Shen Yan glanced at the child named Doudou.

"As long as Youyou likes playing with someone, that person is a guest of honor to me, Shen Yan, whether they're from a rich family or a poor one."

This was Shen Yan's rule.

In this house, there was no class hierarchy, only his daughter's preferences.

Time passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the sky outside darkened.

The sound of car engines began to rumble one after another outside the villa.

Those were the parents coming to pick up their children.

Hao Hao's father was loud-mouthed, shouting about giving Shen Yan several black-gold VIP cards as soon as he entered.

"President Shen! Oh, President Shen, I've really troubled you today!"

Hao Hao's dad was all smiles; he wanted to shake hands but was afraid his hands were greasy, so he awkwardly wiped them on his pants.

In the Jinghai's business circles now, who didn't know the name Shen Yan?

This was a ruthless character who had crawled out from a pile of corpses and, with a flick of his wrist, sent his Ex-wife and those old foxes straight to hell.

Not to mention he had recently connected with An Ran and was even rumored to be getting into Artificial Intelligence.

This wasn't just a thigh to cling to; this was a golden thigh.

Shen Yan didn't put on airs, standing up to exchange a few pleasantries.

"The kids had a good time. Come again next time."

His tone was flat, but it gave plenty of face.

Hao Hao's dad was overwhelmed by the favor; carrying his still-reluctant chubby son, he left happily as if he'd won the lottery.

The parents of the other children arrived one by one.

Some drove maybachs, others drove Porsches.

Everyone who met Shen Yan was polite, even somewhat fawning.

In this circle, strength was the best business card.

Soon, only the little boy named Doudou remained in the vast living room.

He stood alone at the entryway, his small hands tightly clutching the hem of his shirt, his eyes glancing outside from time to time.

"Doudou, hasn't your mom arrived yet?"

Youyou ran over and took Doudou's hand.

"Mom... Mom is busy with work."

Doudou's voice was very soft, like the buzzing of a mosquito.

Shen Yan glanced at the wall clock.

It was almost seven o'clock.

Just then, the villa's doorbell rang.

There was no roar of a luxury car.

Liu Hui went to open the door.

Standing outside was a woman.

She wore a slightly oversized gray trench coat and a black mask on her face, revealing only a pair of somewhat panicked eyes.

Her hair was a bit messy, as if she had just rushed over from somewhere.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm late."

The woman's voice was a bit raspy, and her breathing was uneven.

She didn't dare enter, just stood on the doormat as if afraid of dirtying the floor inside.

"Doudou, say goodbye to Uncle Shen."

The woman waved to Doudou, her tone carrying a hint of anxiety she couldn't hide.

"Goodbye, Uncle Shen. Goodbye, Auntie Hui. Goodbye, Youyou."

Doudou was very obedient, giving a polite bow before putting on his slightly worn-out backpack and running toward the woman.

Shen Yan had originally intended just to give a polite nod.

After all, he had no interest in meddling in domestic matters.

But at the moment the woman bent down to straighten Doudou's collar.

Shen Yan's pupils suddenly constricted.