Chapter 337: He Can't Leave Me

If an up-and-coming entrepreneur doesn't know about the Rothschild family, it's as ridiculous as a soldier not knowing Napoleon or a scientist not knowing Einstein! This family, which grew during the era of the French Revolution, has become a legend in world financial history. They never seek the spotlight but are omnipresent!

Their enterprises never go public, which means they don't need to disclose their assets. In fact, since the 1980s, many historical books and works about the Rothschild family have inexplicably disappeared. It's easy for the discerning to infer that this has something to do with the Rothschilds' behind-the-scenes activities. To this day, news about the Rothschild family, whether positive or negative, cannot be truly confirmed.

Many believe that after World War II and the Cold War, the Rothschild family's vast assets suffered devastating blows. But can we easily estimate the true strength of this family that rose during wars? Moreover, after centuries of operation, their industries have ventured into every corner of the world, and their potential strength is immeasurable.

An Zaihuan almost trembled as he opened the documents with his hands. After reading the general content, An Zaihuan finally understood what Yang Chen meant.

Because the Rothschild family's enterprises never go public, if Edward, a direct descendant of this family, wants to send someone to help An Zaihuan take over Biyun, he won't appear as the leader of Biyun. He will only assist An Zaihuan behind the scenes in solving business operations. However, the condition is to receive half of Biyun Group's annual profits.

This is a huge figure for An Zaihuan, but as long as the Rothschild family is willing to intervene, does the future of Biyun still need to be worried about?! Even if only half of the profits can be taken, it is definitely much stronger than the previous Biyun!

When An Zaihuan was eager to find a pen to sign the agreement, Yang Chen and Edward smiled at each other, considering the matter successfully concluded.

After An Zaihuan signed the agreement expressing his consent, Edward stepped forward and shook hands with the hesitant An Zaihuan.

"Mr. An, in Yancha, our family doesn't have much assets. We hope our cooperation will be a good start," Edward said confidently in the face of formal work.

An Zaihuan's facial expression remained stiff. "Mr. Edward, I understand the strength of your family, but I am concerned that the presence of external personnel in the company may create dissent among other shareholders."

"Mr. An, do you know the motto of our family?" Edward asked mysteriously.

An Zaihuan shook his head.

"Once money speaks, gossip stops," Edward said with a brilliant smile.

The rest of the matter proceeded much easier. After confirming An Zaihuan's intentions, he decided to immediately return to Zhonghai and had no intention of staying leisurely in Hokkaido for a few days. After all, once many domestic guests returned to Zhonghai, they would inevitably make a big fuss about the Liu family's wedding. If the father and son from the Liu family returned to Zhonghai early, Biyun Group would not be in turmoil.

Yang Chen didn't mind An Zaihuan's decision, but he asked if An Xin planned to return early as well.

Without hesitation, An Xin decided to stay a few more days in Hokkaido. It was clear she was reluctant to fly back to Zhonghai on the same plane as her father, as this had already left a psychological shadow on her.

Edward arranged for two assistants to accompany An Zaihuan back to Zhonghai as direct contacts in the future. Meanwhile, Yang Chen had two nimble members of the Eight Trigrams Society pretend to be members of the Liu family, awaiting the day they would arrange an "accidental car crash" for the Liu father and son, after which the ninjas would return to Sakura.

Before bidding farewell to An Zaihuan at the resort, An Zaihuan hesitated briefly. With a fawning smile, he approached Yang Chen and said, "Mr. Yang, I wonder if you could let me have a few words with my daughter."

Yang Chen grinned, "Of course, you're An Xin's father. I'm not a bandit. Why wouldn't I let a father and daughter talk?"

In his heart, An Zaihuan thought, "You're much more domineering than a bandit," but on his face, he continued to smile obsequiously.

Leading the indifferent An Xin to a secluded corner, An Zaihuan spoke triumphantly, "My dear daughter, I'm very satisfied with the son-in-law you found for me. I, An Zaihuan, will finally rise to prominence! The An family will be the top family in Zhonghai from now on!"

Seeing her father's smug expression, An Xin felt a wave of irritation. Previously, she had married Liu Yun for the sake of the An family and his reputation. Now, even though she was with Yang Chen, he still only talked about his own face and career, without expressing a single word of blessing or hope for her future.

There was no hint of her inner turmoil on An Xin's delicate and refined face. "Is that all you wanted to say, my dear father?"

An Zaihuan didn't sense anything unusual and continued to smile, "When are you and Yang Chen getting married?"

An Xin smirked sarcastically, "Don't you know? Yang Chen already has a wife. Your daughter is just his mistress, his lover."

An Zaihuan was taken aback, furrowing his brows in thought before relaxing them and saying with a smile, "If you're his lover, then be his lover. With a capable man like him, having multiple wives and concubines is normal. Just don't provoke him. Serve him well, and it will benefit me too, you know?"

An Xin clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white as she coldly chuckled, "Is that all you wanted to say?"

"That's about it. I'm afraid you might anger him. He's not a good-natured person," sighed An Zaihuan, then suddenly added, "My daughter, dear daughter, do you think it's possible to take over Yang Chen's wife's position? To become his legitimate wife? Maybe if he likes you enough, he'll divorce her and marry you for real?"

"Enough!" An Xin couldn't take it anymore, suppressing her anger as she said, "I became his lover because I love him. When I thought he had nothing, I still thought of him. It's not because he can bring honor and wealth to the An family, to give you face, that I'm willing to be his mistress. But someone like you would never understand what true affection is. Go back now. Take care of yourself in the future. Even if Yang Chen wants to kill you for something, I won't bat an eye."

With that, An Xin turned away in anger and left, leaving An Zaihuan standing there bewildered and perplexed.

Over the next three days, everyone remained at the resort, enjoying themselves leisurely.

Yang Chen took An Xin fishing by the seaside, and they went skiing at the snow resort. An Xin didn't know how to ski, but she enjoyed having Yang Chen carry her swiftly through the forest.

By evening, the affectionate couple naturally indulged in passionate intimacy, deeply in love with each other.

Yang Chen had experienced firsthand what it meant to have natural charm. An Xin's physical stamina and desire in bed were among the best he had ever seen in a woman. During the day, whenever she had a chance, she boldly demanded one or two rounds, and at night, they would battle until late before falling asleep contentedly.

If not for his unique constitution, an ordinary man would not have been able to handle such a captivating woman.

In truth, An Xin had planned this intentionally. Although they both understood each other's feelings, their true understanding was still limited. Now that she had decided to spend her life with this man, An Xin began planning how to gain more favor for herself. Even as a mistress, she aimed to be the top contender.

Especially with a beauty like Jian hovering around, An Xin found it hard to "rest assured". What if more beauties in the future tried to vie for Yang Chen? What would she do if she fell out of favor?

An Xin was well aware that despite her exceptional looks and figure, she was still somewhat distant compared to someone like Jian, who possessed extreme beauty and charm. Therefore, the best way to capture Yang Chen's heart completely, An Xin concluded, was to let go of her reservations and fully embrace her seductive role.

Yang Chen faintly sensed An Xin's intentions and couldn't help but think of the concubines in ancient emperor's harem, all vying for favor much like An Xin's mindset.

However, unlike the ancient emperors who could command their empresses to sleep with them, Yang Chen's own "forest sister", Lin Ruo Xi, hadn't answered his calls since the day she had picked up, let alone opened the door to let him in.

Yang Chen considered adopting a tougher stance upon returning to China, regardless of any consequences, to set things right. But then he remembered Lin Ruo Xi's stubbornness and hot temper. She might stubbornly run into a wall or even die thinking about it, which made him break into a cold sweat, leading him to give up decisively.

Their leisurely holiday was drawing to a close, and Yang Chen and An Xin had to return to China for the Spring Festival. Thus, on the fourth day in the morning, they had to head to the airport.

On the night before departure, in Jian's luxurious suite at the resort, Edward, who was Jian's cousin, sat on the sofa. Across from him, Jian stood by the window, gazing at the night sky.

Jian's long amber hair seemed freshly washed, radiant like the most precious silk.

Edward held a glass of deep red Lafite, sipped it delicately, and said, "Jian, for these past three days, Yang Chen has been with Miss An Xin. This, for you, undoubtedly sends a negative signal."

"This is my affair, as I've said before. How I interact with Yang Chen is my decision," Jian said calmly.

Edward shook his head. "The problem is, you haven't really spoken much to Yang Chen at all. How can that foster your relationship? One day, you may find yourself too late to win his heart."

"I am his doctor. He cannot do without me," An Xin asserted.

"But if his condition doesn't flare up, he can very well do without you!" Edward's tone grew more serious. "My dear sister, you should know that our family members are watching you."

"I've already done more for the family than most members. Must I also treat my own life as a mission to fulfill?" Jian retorted.

Edward narrowed his eyes briefly, a glint of determination passing through, but he sighed afterward. "Jian, you should understand. Our Rothschild family has nearly thirty couples within close kinship. Our noble bloodline is gradually decaying. We need a fresh, absolutely noble blood to mix into our family. You are our most proud female member, and Yang Chen will be a crucial card to secure our family's global position. Only by having a substantive relationship with him can he be considered one of us. We can also gain leverage over other families through him. You should be clear about this logic. The elders' expectations of you are much greater than you imagine."

"Edward," Jian turned around, her gaze sharp as a blade on her cousin, "are you as Yang Chen's friend only to use his influence?"

"Of course not, but besides being his friend, I am also a proud member of the Rothschild family. At the same time, I am an elder brother who hopes his sister can find happiness!" Edward said seriously. "Jian, don't be hesitant. This isn't like you. If you love him, you should say it. Just because he already has other women like Florence doesn't mean you can't also earn his love!"

Jian's face remained as calm as water, not uttering a word. After a long silence, she softly said, "Edward, I'm tired. Please leave."

Edward sighed deeply, finished his wine in one gulp, and then left the room.