The next day.

As the thin mist faded away, the smoky teal color at the edge of the sky receded, a touch of morning light cast upon the earth.

Another day had begun.

Yang Chen stood on the hillside, waiting until the orange sunrise appeared before turning back.

He had been thinking all night yesterday, and this morning he stood there thinking again.

Some things cannot be escaped; it's never a solution.

Just like Meng Po told him yesterday, some things must be filled with other things; otherwise, the soul remains incomplete.

Moreover, Wei Xueqing told him yesterday that for the past few days, the manager of Baisheng Real Estate, Fu Zhou, had been waiting at Longyu Group almost every day, lacking the demeanor of a large corporation's general manager, eager like a salesperson desperate to secure a big deal.

Perhaps, it's time to solve this problem.

Yang Chen went back, and Meng Po had already prepared the meal; everyone was seated at the table waiting.

Seeing Yang Chen return, the dean asked, "So early, where did you go?"

"Just went for a walk, to exercise a bit," Yang Chen replied, avoiding the dean's eyes.

The dean slightly raised his eyebrows.

Yang Chen was raised by him, and he knew Yang's habits well.

When Yang Chen speaks without looking him in the eye, it indicates he is lying.

Going out in the morning, what else could he do?

Is there a need to lie about it?

The answer was clear: Yang Chen had something on his mind!

The dean sighed inwardly, opting not to ask further questions. Since coming here, Yang Chen had been behaving strangely, indicating something was definitely up.

Meng Po's culinary skills were commendable, having inherited Yang Chen's exact technique.

After eating, Yang Chen prepared to leave.

The dean stopped Yang Chen and asked, "What will I do today?"

"Have someone continue to take you around; Ancheng has many great scenic spots, go visit them first," Yang Chen replied.

With that, Yang Chen hurried away, fearing the dean might ask more questions.

The dean watched Yang Chen leave by car, sighing deeply.

"That boy definitely has something he's hiding from me!" the dean muttered to himself.

He glanced at Wei Xueqing and Meng Po, among others.

Meng Po quickly avoided the dean's gaze, stood up, and said, "I'll clean up the dishes!"

Wei Xueqing quickly stood up too, "There's a meeting this morning, I must go early!"

Immediately, they busied themselves with their respective tasks.

The dean shook his head, knowing this group was definitely hiding something from him!

Seeing them all dodge, the dean felt helpless and could only continue letting someone take him out to play, waiting for the day Yang Chen would confess to him.

...

Cloud Mist Mountain.

Yang Chen drove up the mountain.

Despite some attempts to stop him, he barely paid attention and drove straight up.

The people here had heard of Yang Chen's reputation and dared not obstruct him.

Racing to the mountain gate, Yang Chen skillfully drifted, parking his car in a parking spot, then opened the door and walked straight inside.

The security at the gate saw Yang Chen trying to enter, hurriedly stepping up to stop him.

Yang Chen immediately glared at them.

Both men, intimidated by Yang Chen's fierce gaze, shivered, too afraid to step forward.

Thus, Yang Chen walked straight in.

Once inside, Yang Chen couldn't help but stop.

He saw in a corner of the yard a patch of flowerbeds.

In the center of the flowerbeds stood a graceful figure.

Dressed in a pure white long dress, looking like a fairy descended from heaven.

Her exquisite silhouette was extremely alluring.

A silk ribbon casually tied around her waist outlined the contours of her waist, so slender it looked like the slightest wind could snap it. Just reaching out a hand could encircle that slender waist.

The waist was emphasized by a rounded contour below, and even though she wore a dress, one could vaguely see her upright posture.

Above, her bust was full and enticing.

The fullness above and below highlighted the slenderness of her waist.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, perfectly reaching the waist, precisely embodying the phrase 'long hair at the waist, the beauty on the shore, exceedingly beautiful.'

Today, Left Envoy Yang, for some reason, wore a white long dress.

Moreover, she had a thin layer of white gauze on her face, nearly unveiling her appearance; unlike the previous black veil, which only showed an outline, the thin gauze seemed nonexistent, her features were clearly visible.

Thus, Left Envoy Yang appeared even more ethereal, making her irresistibly charming.

Not only was Yang Chen captivated there.

Standing upstairs was Cloud Seventh Young Master.

There was also the steward holding a kettle not far away.

As well as the villa's servants.

All the men couldn't tear their eyes away from Left Envoy Yang.

Left Envoy Yang finished watering the flowers, handed the kettle to the steward, and lightly brushed her hair from her cheek, looking beautifully radiant.

She glanced at Yang Chen and smiled gently, enchanting and breathtaking.

Yang Chen hurriedly walked up, hearing Left Envoy Yang softly saying, "I knew this would happen long ago, so I always wore black dresses and veils."

Yang Chen chuckled wryly, finally understanding Left Envoy Yang's 'thoughtful intentions.'

However, Yang Chen said, "It's okay, you can wear whatever you like; there's no need to wrap yourself up. I enjoy watching others envy you, desire you, but never obtain you. Because, I want the world to know that you are mine!"

Left Envoy Yang's face turned red, her eyes showing a hint of emotion, though she dared not show it, she coldly said, "Say such nonsense again, and I'll have you thrown out!"

Still, Left Envoy Yang showed no sign of expelling anyone, instead turning to walk inside.

The steward glared angrily at Yang Chen, coldly saying, "Please! Leave immediately!"

Yang Chen glanced at him, then strode after Left Envoy Yang.

"You! Stop there!" The steward hurriedly chased him.

However, Left Envoy Yang instructed him, "Bring the best tea leaves; I'm going to have tea with Yang Chen."

"This..." The steward paused, looking rather troubled.

Having tea with Yang Chen?

Using the best tea leaves?

What kind of dynamics is this?

The Nine Venerables Group already launched a full attack on Longyu Group; why show Yang Chen a pleasant face!

The steward couldn't help but look up at Cloud Seventh Young Master.

Cloud Seventh Master's handsome face had twisted with anger and jealousy, snorting coldly, slapping the railing, and turned away.

The steward looked very troubled and, after pondering, decided to follow Left Envoy Yang's instructions.

Yang Chen placed the wooden box beside him, sitting cross-legged at the tea table.

The tea table was positioned by the floor-to-ceiling window, sitting cross-legged was very inspirational.

Outside the window was the flowerbeds, scenic and beautiful.

Left Envoy Yang said, "I set this up myself; it feels quite good."

Yang Chen nodded slightly, "It has meaning."

The steward came up with the teapot, poured tea for the two of them, and was then dismissed by Left Envoy Yang.

Left Envoy Yang said, "I know why you've come; the competition has begun, let's see who is more capable!"

She did not intend to back down.

Being in her position, she must seek governance. Given her role as Left Envoy of the Nine Venerables, she must integrate the nine families, naturally needing to achieve something.