Yan Zhiyuan said with a dark face: "Isn't 200 million enough?"
On the other end of the phone, Yan Changming said in a muffled voice: "Is 200 million a lot? What is this amount of money compared to those rich people?"
Yan Zhiyuan: "..."
"Whether it's a lot or not, you'll know when the sentence is handed down."
Yan Changming's face changed.
"Big brother, you and father can't just ignore me. Where's father? Find father and ask him to plead for me."
Yan Zhiyuan said angrily: "How can we help? You embezzled 200 million, not 20,000! If you embezzled a million or so, maybe we could pull some strings."
"You embezzled 200 million, how do you expect us to help?"
Yan Changming panicked and said quickly: "Big brother, I didn't spend a penny of that money. I'll return it all."
Yan Zhiyuan's face was extremely ugly.
"Why did you embezzle so much if you weren't going to spend it? Are you looking for death?"
Yan Changming: "Little sister married well, the Song family is so rich, I... I just wanted to get some money too. I didn't expect that once I started, I couldn't stop."
"Big brother, go to father and ask him to help me."
Yan Zhiyuan glanced at his father beside him: "Why don't you call father directly yourself?"
"Little sister just had an accident, I don't dare to."
Yan Zongxiang reached out his hand, which was trembling slightly: "Zhiyuan, give me the phone. I'll say a few words."
"Father, you--"
A look of worry appeared in Yan Zhiyuan's eyes.
He hesitated for a moment before handing the phone to Yan Zongxiang.
"Changming, you embezzled 200 million?"
Yan Zongxiang asked.
On the other end of the phone, Yan Changming said nervously: "Father, I... I received 200 million from someone else, but I didn't spend it. If I turn it in, can I avoid jail time?"
A look of pain appeared in Yan Zongxiang's eyes.
His daughter just had an accident, and now this kind of thing has happened. Could it be that Lin Chen's superiors are trying to pressure them?
"You don't need to go to jail."
Yan Zongxiang said.
Yan Changming was overjoyed on the other end of the phone: "Father, thank you."
Yan Zongxiang: "Embezzling so much, you should be sentenced to death."
Yan Changming: "..."
He slumped onto the sofa: "Father, is there really no way to deal with my situation?"
Yan Zongxiang said in a deep voice: "Confess honestly. If you have made a significant meritorious service, there is still hope of converting it to life imprisonment."
A look of despair appeared in Yan Changming's eyes: "Father, I understand. I will confess everything properly."
Hanging up the phone, Yan Zongxiang looked even older. His energy seemed to have been drained a lot these past two days.
Yesterday, his youngest daughter was shot and killed.
Today, his second son was found to have embezzled so much money.
"Third son, call and ask."
Yan Zongxiang took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.
Yan Zhiyuan dialed his third brother's phone: "Third brother, what's the situation on your side now?"
Yan Zhiyuan's third brother is called Yan Qiming, and he sighed: "Big brother, I was just about to call you. I just got the news that I will be transferred to a powerless government department."
"It's a matter of these two days."
"The aftereffects of little sister and the others killing Old Song have arrived."
Yan Zhiyuan sighed inwardly.
I'm afraid it's not just this reason.
Although the Song family is very rich and has a lot of connections, those connections may not be able to easily move their Yan family.
He feels that the main reason is still Lin Chen.
"Third brother, your second brother is in trouble."
"He embezzled 200 million and was found out."
Yan Zhiyuan said in a deep voice.
On the other end of the phone, Yan Qiming gasped. Embezzling so much, even if it's not a death sentence, it's a life sentence.
Instantly, he felt that his transfer was not bad.
"Second brother envied little sister and the others for being rich. I originally thought he was just envious in words, but I didn't expect--"
Yan Qiming said bitterly.
Their Yan family has suffered too much in this wave.
"Third brother, would you like to say a few words to father?"
"Okay."
After saying a few words, Yan Zongxiang hung up the phone.
He was speechless for a long time.
Yan Zhiyuan looked at his father beside him, and he didn't speak either.
"Watching him build a tall building, watching him entertain guests, watching his building collapse!"
Yan Zongxiang's eyes became dim.
"Father--"
Yan Zhiyuan wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
Yan Zongxiang said bitterly: "Mingzhu just died. At this time, taking such action against our Yan family is not just a warning to our Yan family."
Yan Zhiyuan said: "Father, the Song family is secondary. I feel that we are mainly unlucky because we offended Lin Chen."
"You mean--"
Yan Zhiyuan: "We have to seek reconciliation with Lin Chen, otherwise, I'm afraid our Yan family will completely fall."
Yan Zongxiang was silent for a while and said: "Lin Chen is getting married in about ten days, right? Prepare a generous gift and attend his wedding."
Yan Zhiyuan was stunned.
"Father, are we going to openly bow our heads? Perhaps we can secretly talk to Lin Chen and reconcile with him."
Yan Zongxiang shook his head.
"If you talk secretly, what can you say if he goes back on his word? If you openly bow your head and he accepts, he won't target our Yan family anymore."
"Father, what if he doesn't accept--"
Yan Zongxiang said in a deep voice: "Mingzhu is dead, and Changming and the others are also in trouble. If he still doesn't accept, does he want to fight to the death?"
"If we give him enough sincerity, he will accept."
Yan Zhiyuan: "Then I'll talk to him first? We don't have an invitation yet."
Yan Zongxiang nodded slightly: "Don't call. Take a trip to Modu. It's more sincere to talk in person."
...
Lin Chen and Lin Xiaoqian arrived home.
At noon, Lin Chen made Lin Xiaoqian's favorite dishes.
"Daddy, the food you make is still the best."
Lin Xiaoqian happily ate her meal.
"Then eat more."
Lin Chen said lovingly.
Lin Xiaoqian ate her meal while saying: "Daddy, you and Mommy are getting married. I want to give you gifts, but I don't know what to give."
Lin Chen said in surprise: "You want to give Daddy and Mommy gifts?"
"Yes."
"Daddy, can you help me think of something?"
Lin Chen asked with a smile: "Qianqian, why do you want to give Daddy and Mommy gifts?"
"Hehe, silly Daddy."
"Because I love you."
Lin Xiaoqian said happily.
"If I'm a silly Daddy, then you're a little silly. Qianqian, you're very good at drawing. If you want to give Daddy and Mommy gifts, you can choose to give a painting."
Lin Chen touched Lin Xiaoqian's little head.
"Daddy, is that okay?"
Lin Chen nodded: "Yes, many photos of Daddy and Mommy will be displayed at the wedding, and there will also be photos of you. Your paintings can also be displayed."
"Didn't we take a lot of photos when we went to the grassland?"
Lin Xiaoqian's eyes lit up.
"Daddy, then I'll draw."
"But one picture is too few. I want to draw many, many."
Lin Chen said with a smile: "If it's displayed at the wedding, draw them bigger. Daddy will give you some big paper."
Lin Xiaoqian nodded.
An hour passed, and Lin Xiaoqian was taking a nap.
Lin Chen finished writing a fairy tale in the study. As usual, this fairy tale is also in both Chinese and English, and the English version is cut off at the key points.
"Tsk tsk, I'm really too kind."
"I'm writing fairy tales for you for free without any copyright fees."
Lin Chen muttered in his heart.
