Ye Xunhuan looked at Qiu Ruoxi in amazement, with a slightly surprised expression on his face: "Wife, you're not going to have me show my hand to everyone like my aunt, are you?"
"I never said that," Qiu Ruoxi shook her head directly: "It's just that the way my aunt looks, she completely wants you to show your hand, maybe even help you do it!"
After hearing Qiu Ruoxi's words, Ye Xunhuan fell into silence. Qiu Ruoxi was right, Qin Rumeng was completely forcing him to show his hand, even wanting to help him do it!
But this wasn't what he wanted at all.
Seeing Ye Xunhuan's silent demeanor, Qiu Ruoxi didn't say anything further.
After all, this was Ye Xunhuan's affair, and it involved the Qin family. If she said too much, it might give the impression that she, Qiu Ruoxi, wanted to become the head of the Qin family.
So, Qiu Ruoxi didn't meddle any further, leaving the decision to Ye Xunhuan to make on his own.
Even though Qiu Ruoxi didn't say anything more, she knew the depths of the Qin family were very deep, and the internal struggle was probably terrifying beyond imagination!
However, Qiu Ruoxi had also seen her fair share of storms and knew a bit about the open and hidden battles within wealthy families, so it wasn't something she couldn't handle.
After all, no matter where or when, the world is : survival of the fittest, the law of the jungle!
Qin Rumeng and Qin Shubo did not leave directly after stepping out of the private room.
"Brother, what do you think dad means by this? Today, Qin Shujie and Qin Shuheng obviously came with ill intentions, yet he's pretending as if he knows nothing," Qin Rumeng asked Qin Shubo with some displeasure.
Upon hearing Qin Rumeng's question, Qin Shubo sighed softly and then slowly began to speak: "What else could he mean? He's probably just trying to see who's stronger!"
"You also know dad. He's always employed a relaxed policy toward internal family conflicts. As long as no one dies, dad basically doesn't intervene in anything!"
As he spoke, a look of helplessness slowly appeared on Qin Shubo's face.
Qin Shubo could guess a thing or two about Qin Pojun's intentions; it's clear he wants to pull everyone in the Qin family out to see who's a tiger and who's a cat, a little clash and it'll show.
Then, Qin Pojun will make the final choice.
But the more he behaves , the bolder the people below will become.
This is something Qin Shubo doesn't want to see, but even if he doesn't want to, what can be done if Qin Pojun has already tacitly consented?
Besides, even if Qin Pojun doesn't consent, letting Ye Xunhuan return to the Qin family to take over is not going to be an easy thing.
After all, he doesn't share the Qin surname, and many people will undoubtedly not accept him.
Moreover, not everyone is like him, Qin Shubo, and sees Ye Xunhuan as a part of the Qin family.
"If this continues, it's going to get out of hand!" Qin Rumeng said heavily!
"I know!" Qin Shubo smiled bitterly: "Both of us siblings know some of Xunhuan's affairs. If they anger him and he takes them down, he might be directly labeled as rebellious, disobedient!"
"When that time comes, everyone will attack him together, but what can we do?"
Having said this, Qin Shubo sighed softly again: "But since dad has already tacitly approved, he must also have thought of this. By then, he will surely step in to solve it, so we shouldn't worry blindly here!"
"Now, we should be thinking about how to support this kid Xunhuan up!"
Qin Rumeng gave a bitter smile: "Although I want him to fight, his heart is not on this at all, with absolutely no intention to get involved!"
Qin Shubo fell into silence. He also saw something in Ye Xunhuan's attitude.
This situation isn't good news for them.
After a brief silence, Qin Shubo spoke again: "Mengmeng, maybe Qiu Ruoxi is a breakthrough point!"
"Qiu Ruoxi?" Qin Rumeng was slightly taken aback.
"Yes!" Qin Shubo said heavily: "I'll handle this matter, you don't need to worry. You just need to manage Fenghua Group well for Xunhuan and make sure there's no trouble inside!"
"Furthermore, now that Xunhuan has returned, today you've openly handed Fenghua Group to him, the company probably won't be very peaceful in the near future!"
Qin Rumeng snorted coldly: "Anyone daring to jump up, I'll break their legs!"
Upon hearing Qin Rumeng's words, Qin Shubo chuckled and half-jokingly said: "Mengmeng, if you continue , you'll really end up not getting married!"
"If I can't get married, I'll have little Huanhuan support me, and by the way, freeload at your house!" Qin Rumeng said nonchalantly.
Seeing Qin Rumeng talking , Qin Shubo smiled and said nothing more.
However, there was an underlying seriousness in Qin Shubo's smile.
The news of Ye Xunhuan coming to the capital with Qin Rumeng welcoming him was easily known to those with sharp eyes.
In Yan family's study room in the capital!
Yan Jinglin looked at Yan Zhengrong, who was writing calligraphy, a face full of gloom and anxiety.
He had already told Yan Zhengrong about Ye Xunhuan coming to the capital, and expressed intentions to make a move, but Yan Zhengrong hadn't made any comment from the beginning.
He even acted as if he hadn't heard, continuously writing with a brush on a piece of white paper!
"Dad, say something, that bastard has already arrived at the Qin family..." Yan Jinglin said, full of hatred.
Yet Yan Zhengrong completely ignored what Yan Jinglin said, as if he hadn't heard a thing, focusing on his calligraphy.
"Dad, are we really going to pretend as if we know nothing?" Yan Jinglin spoke again: "Now, the entire capital's eyes are on our Yan family!"
"If we don't seek revenge, we'll become a joke, and people might think our Yan family fears their Qin family!"
No matter what Yan Jinglin said, Yan Zhengrong paid no attention, remaining as calm as a still pool of water in spring!
Yan Zhengrong was extremely composed, but Yan Jinglin couldn't stay calm, appearing anxious and furious.
At this moment, Yan Zhengrong suddenly lifted his brush and then said to Yan Jinglin: "Jinglin, come, tell me how my calligraphy is?"
Although filled with reluctance, Yan Jinglin still glanced at it and slowly said: "Bold and upright, open and vigorous, imposing, a model of Yan style in calligraphy..."
Hearing his son's words, a smile slowly appeared on Yan Zhengrong's face: "Anything lacking?"
"Dad, that bastard..."
"First tell me if there's anything lacking?"
"Jinglin is dull and couldn't see anything lacking..."
"Then read what's written here!"
"A man of eighteen or nineteen, more daring than Han Peng. Revenge doesn't need a sword, aiding the country doesn't need arms..."