871: Chapter 866 This kind of person doesn't deserve it

Shen Yan walked over and naturally took his son, who was flailing about, from her arms.

"Just come often from now on. I'll leave you a key."

"This garden doesn't even have a name. Think of a nice one to hang up later."

The last person to get out of the car was Shen Ya.

She had been lying in the hospital for too long, and her complexion still held a slightly unhealthy pallor, but her spirits had fully recovered.

Now, she was the Operations Director of "Yuntu Technology," a subsidiary under Shenyan Group, managing several hundred people.

Shen Ya took a deep breath of the air scented with grass and wood, feeling a little dazed.

Just a few months ago, she was lying in the ICU, listening to the beeping of machines, waiting to die.

At that time, her brother had aged prematurely worrying about her medical bills, all while having to deal with his ex-sister-in-law who had run off with the money.

But now, she stood on the most expensive private land in Jinghai, watching her brother cradle his nephew with one arm, looking like a king commanding his domain.

"Brother, Sister-in-law, I'm going to help Youyou fly her kite."

Shen Ya suppressed the sourness in her heart, smiled, and chased after the small pink figure.

Shen Yan chose a flat patch of lawn and spread out the huge red and white checkered picnic blanket.

Liu Hui arranged the food nearby.

She hadn't brought the Nanny from home; the sandwiches and sushi in the basket were all made by her own hands early that morning.

Although Shen Yan's net worth had long surpassed ten billion, in Liu Hui's eyes, he was still the husband who loved eating the scallion noodles she made.

This purity was the only antidote for Shen Yan after fighting his way through the calculation-filled world of commerce.

"You got back so late last night, why didn't you sleep in a bit more?"

Liu Hui held out a peeled orange to Shen Yan's lips, her tone laced with a hint of concern.

"Chen Guangke's booming voice—I could hear him shouting even over the phone."

Shen Yan opened his mouth and bit into the orange, the sweet juice bursting in his mouth.

He recalled the sight of Chen Guangke sitting on the carpet eating popcorn last night.

If Liu Hui knew that last night they were actually directing a commercial heist involving billions in assets, she would probably faint from shock.

"The company just landed several major projects. Old Chen was just ecstatic."

Shen Yan lightly glossed over the thrilling events of the previous night.

"Oh, right. Grandma Liu was mentioning the other day that she hasn't seen Xiao An in a while."

Liu Hui chattered about household matters while wiping drool from their son.

"Let's bring Grandma over to stay for a few days another time. This garden is big; the old lady is sure to love it."

Shen Yan nodded, placed his son on his lap, bounced him a couple of times, making the little fellow giggle heartily.

"Whatever you say. You're the mistress of this house; you have the final say."

Just then, the phone lying on the grass vibrated once.

The screen lit up, pushing a pop-up financial news alert.

The headline was written in bold black characters: [Tiannuo Biology Hits Limit Down at Open! Core Data Suspected Leaked, Market Value Evaporates by Over Three Billion!]

Shen Yan merely glanced at it, lightly swiped his finger, and closed the news that was enough to shake the entire Jinghai business circle.

In the distance, Shen Ya had managed to get the huge eagle kite airborne with Youyou.

Youyou's crisp laughter carried far on the wind.

Shen Yan looked at the scene, his eyes growing warm.

This was the meaning behind him binding himself to that tycoon system and climbing desperately.

It wasn't for the string of cold numbers, but to be able to protect the people he wanted to shield.

"Brother!"

Shen Ya ran back, slightly breathless, to get some water.

She sat down on the edge of the picnic blanket and looked at Shen Yan, hesitating to speak.

"What's wrong? Is working at the Branch Company not going smoothly?"

Shen Yan handed her a bottle of mineral water with the cap already unscrewed.

"It's not that it's not going smoothly; it's going *too* smoothly."

Shen Ya took a sip of water, her expression turning serious—the competence forged by workplace experience.

"Lately, many venture capital firms have approached us, saying they are optimistic about our layout in the Artificial Intelligence field."

"Especially after last night, several capital firms that were previously on the sidelines sent letters of intent to my email first thing this morning."

Although Shen Ya didn't know the specific details of last night, she was a smart woman.

Tiannuo Biology had just run into trouble, and Shenyan Group's AI sector immediately became highly sought after. She could guess some of the implications.

But she never asked.

She only needed to be the sharpest knife in her brother's hand, guarding the fortress behind him.

Shen Yan peeled a grape and popped it into his mouth, his gaze fixed on the distant mountains.

"Let those venture capital firms wait for now."

"Shenyan Group doesn't need other people's money right now; we only need other people's talent."

"Later, have HR draft a list. Now that Tiannuo has fallen, their core technical staff will certainly be looking for new positions."

"Pick a few who are clean, technically excellent, and poach them. Let them name their salary."

Shen Ya froze for a moment, then immediately understood her brother's intention.

This was essentially wiping out the competition.

Not only swallowing Tiannuo's market share but also taking their talent pool.

"Understood. I will have the headhunting company make contact."

Shen Ya looked at the man in front of her, currently amusing his son, and a wave of inexpressible awe washed over her.

Who would have thought that this gentle man, teaching his son to say 'Dada,' could decide the life or death of a listed company with a few words.

"Don't just focus on work."

Liu Hui cut a piece of cantaloupe and gave it to Shen Ya, interrupting the siblings' conversation.

"It's the weekend today. Shen Yan, honestly, don't bring the office atmosphere home."

"Xiao Ya has only just recovered; don't put so much pressure on her."

Shen Yan immediately raised his hands in surrender, a doting smile on his face.

"My wife is right; I won't say any more."

"Come on, son, give Mommy a smile."

Shen An was very cooperative, splitting open his tiny mouth that only showed two teeth, drool trickling down the corner.

The family burst into laughter.

Under an old locust tree not far away, the estate's butler stood waiting from a distance with two attendants.

The butler, who was over fifty, couldn't help but sigh as he watched the scene.

He had served many powerful figures in Jinghai.

Those people came here either to discuss business with obvious motives or carrying the arrogance and superficiality characteristic of their circle.

Few were like Shen Yan.

He clearly possessed the commanding aura that made people afraid to look directly at him, yet he handled these trivial family matters so naturally.

That composure emanating from his bones wasn't something money alone could fake.

It was the tranquility one possessed only after trampling the entire world underfoot.

The afternoon sun grew somewhat languid.

Youyou, tired from playing, fell asleep on Shen Yan's lap, a sweet smile still lingering on her lips.

Liu Hui leaned against Shen Yan's shoulder, flipping through a parenting magazine.

Shen An was already sound asleep in his stroller.

Shen Yan gently patted his daughter's back with one hand, while using the other to reply to a message on his phone.

It was from Pei Jue.

[Boss, that old dog Liang Zexu is everywhere trying to borrow money. Should I lend him some too? Interest is negotiable.]

A playful curve appeared on Shen Yan's lips.

He typed a reply with one hand:

[Don't lend it.]

[This kind of stray dog isn't worthy of being our debtor.]

[Also, notify Chen Guangke to start Project deep blue heart next Monday.]

[Since Tiannuo cleared the path for us, we won't refuse the top seat in Artificial Intelligence.]

After sending the message, Shen Yan tossed his phone aside.

He lowered his head, looking at his sleeping daughter in his arms and his wife leaning beside him.

A breeze stirred up a fallen leaf, which gently landed on the picnic blanket.