The Big Boss' Medicine 25

Perhaps out of some consideration, the subordinate used the term "Ms. He" when referring to that person, and did not directly say her name, but even so, Yan Shen's aura immediately sank.

After a few seconds of silence, Yan Shen said, "Send the detailed information to my email."

His voice was very low, shallow without a trace of emotion, even colder than his usual indifferent tone.

The driver who was driving seemed to feel a chill coming from behind, and couldn't help but shrink his neck.

The displeasure in Yan Shen's words was too obvious. At least in the few months he had been working for Yan Shen in China, except when Mr. Su was present, he had never heard the boss express such obvious emotions.

After a few seconds of hesitation, the driver couldn't help but violate the principle that an excellent subordinate should follow: "killing all curiosity," and stole a glance at Yan Shen through the rearview mirror.

A pair of dark eyes seemed to coincidentally move over and met his in the rearview mirror heavily.

The driver's scalp tightened, and he instantly felt like he was being stared at by some dangerous large beast, even his bones felt cold. Frightened, his neck stiffened, and he hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

That spine-chilling feeling only appeared for a moment, and quickly dissipated like a receding tide, but his body that had been swept over still subconsciously tensed up.

Yan Shen said, "Watch the road."

The driver responded with a guilty "yes", and only after forcing himself to relax did he realize that his back was soaked in cold sweat at some point, and his clothes were stickily attached to his body, causing an uncomfortable feeling of goosebumps when the cold air blew over.

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The air conditioning in the car was strong, divided into two worlds by the car windows and the scorching hot road surface outside.

The tall weeping willows on both sides of the road had become especially lush and tender in the scorching summer, stretching their bodies to absorb the dazzling sunlight that was unbearably hot for humans. The broad, palm-shaped leaves intersected luxuriantly on the branches, occasionally shaking a couple of times with the hot wind, and the scattered shadows cast passed over the car window.

Yan Shen bent his knuckles and tapped lightly on the window, but did not make any sound.

His mother's face and figure were actually very blurry in his memory. Yan Shen looked at the tree shadows constantly passing by on the car window, and thought for a long time, but still couldn't remember what that face looked like, only vaguely remembering that she was very beautiful.

After all, if she wasn't beautiful, she wouldn't have been noticed by his fickle and heartless father, who had a fiancée but still had affairs everywhere, and became his mistress for a period of time.

The story of the previous generation was actually very clichéd, as melodramatic as the plot of a romance novel.

The Yan family were overseas Chinese. Although their blood still flowed with the same bloodline as the Chinese people, after fleeing during the turmoil and after so many years of development by their ancestors, the foundation of the family business had long been deeply buried abroad and was extremely difficult to sever.

His father came to China as an exchange student, and that's how he got involved with his mother.

The He family that his mother came from was not something to be looked down upon. They were also considered to be among the wealthy families in China, but there was also a distinction between big and small wealthy families. The ladder and barriers of high society were no less than those of other classes. The He family had a bit of a reputation in China, but compared to a huge entity like the Yan family, the difference was not just a little.

At first, his mother had the idea of marrying into a wealthy family. Even knowing that the other party had a fiancée, she had no intention of giving up at all.

Even if they got married, they could get divorced, let alone just a fiancée?

The beautiful woman, immersed in the tender love of her lover and with her mind full of thoughts of marrying into a wealthy family, thought so triumphantly, and resolutely used the most clichéd means.

Pregnancy entrapment.

A woman who wants to get pregnant always has various ways. Soon, the woman, who was still in college, was carrying a little life in her belly. She waited until the pregnancy was advanced and showing before the child's father found out about the news like a bolt from the blue.

The pregnant mistress timidly expressed her desire to start a family with him, but to his ears, it only made him break out in a cold sweat.

His feelings for his fiancée were secondary. The main purpose of the arranged marriage was the strong alliance of the two family businesses. He was not the only child in the Yan family. This marriage was an important chip for him to consolidate his position as the heir, and he absolutely could not give it up for a mistress he casually played with when he was lonely.

Moreover, if his fiancée abroad found out that he had gotten someone pregnant in China, it would be hard to say whether this marriage could continue.

Although it was not uncommon in business circles for a man to have a wife at home and keep mistresses outside, and there was even a vague trend of "comparing" who had more mistresses, having an illegitimate child before marriage was not a good reputation to spread.

After unhesitatingly refusing, he was ready to take his mistress to get rid of this child that shouldn't have appeared.

However, after an unpleasant exchange, this mistress actually disappeared!

He wanted to find her as soon as possible to eliminate the hidden danger of the child, but he was also tied up for fear of making the news known to everyone. At that time, the Yan family basically had no power in China, and he could privately mobilize even less. The He family deliberately hid the person, and he was so anxious that he got angry, but he had no choice but to return abroad with trepidation when the exchange period was about to end.

After returning abroad, there was another round of scheming with his brothers. When he was extremely busy, he naturally forgot about the hidden danger in China. It wasn't until two or three years later, when he had successfully taken over the family business, that he had the energy to deal with this matter.

At this point, there was no need to be restrained. After sending someone back to China to investigate, the child had been born as expected. It was a boy, raised in the He family, just waiting to be "recognized and returned to the ancestral home".

Even if he took a step back and said that he couldn't be recognized and put on the family tree, if he could be taken abroad by his biological father to be raised, it would also bring the people of the Yan family to rise in status along with him.

At this time, the man no longer needed to be on tenterhooks. It was nothing to keep a mistress and an illegitimate child outside, but the fact that he had been schemed against by his mistress back then greatly wounded his pride, so he had no intention of acknowledging this child at all. After paying off the child's upbringing expenses in one go, he sent someone to cause some trouble for the He family's company, and also cut off his old mistress's way of contacting him. He then completely washed his hands of the matter, disgusted to the point of not even wanting to hear news about this family.

However, what he didn't expect was that after the two had a falling out, his ex-lover had already developed postpartum depression after giving birth to their child. Over the years, she had never fully recovered, and the only thing sustaining her was the thought of using the child to return to his side. After being so mercilessly attacked by him, her mental state completely collapsed, and she developed an even more severe mental illness.

The woman's mental state deteriorated to the point where she could no longer take care of herself, and naturally, she didn't have the patience to deal with the child. Moreover, because the child looked very much like his biological father, it easily stirred up the hatred in her heart.

Going hungry and being beaten were commonplace. What left the deepest impression in Yan Shen's memory was the door that would be tightly locked at the slightest provocation.

In the small, narrow room without lights, the hungry little boy stumbled countless times over various cluttered debris in the darkness, bruising his entire body before remembering where he would trip and where it was safe.

After the He family learned that things couldn't be resolved, they sent his mother away, saying it was to let her recuperate in peace, but in reality, it was just an excuse to get rid of her. Of course, they cared even less about whether he lived or died.

This kind of life continued until he was ten years old. When his father abroad learned of his situation, the aging man developed a belated sense of paternal love and guilt towards him. He forcibly took him away from his mother, had doctors give him psychological counseling for a long time, and let him live in the Yan residence with a few of his more outstanding illegitimate children.

However, it's unknown whether it was because the childhood trauma was too deep, or because the genes of the woman's mental abnormality were inherited, he was eventually diagnosed with incurable bipolar disorder.

There's not much to say about what happened next. It was nothing more than the usual power struggles within a wealthy family. He trampled his brothers underfoot and became the ultimate victor.

After staying abroad for more than twenty years, it was as if he had forgotten that he still had a biological mother. He never mentioned her to anyone, including his psychologist, nor did he privately inquire about the woman's whereabouts. Even on this trip back to China, he didn't bother to check on her.

Yet unexpectedly, after more than twenty years, the news that was brought up was the abrupt news of her death.

Yan Shen's gaze lingered on the car window for a long time.

The vehicle passed through a lively section of the road and entered a verdant path. Sunlight cast scattered glints through the gaps, and the shadows of branches and leaves gradually became denser, layering upon each other as if to completely envelop a person.

Thinking of his mother, who would speak softly one second and then become hysterical the next, Yan Shen suddenly felt that although the woman was dead, the traces she left behind could never be erased.

Wasn't he just a gloomy shadow she left behind in the world?

Although on the surface he appeared much more rational and sober than that woman, he had always known that the woman's paranoia and despicableness had been inherited by him in their entirety.

If he really cared about Su Duan, he should have sent him far away long ago, instead of taking advantage of the other party's shallow experience and not knowing how dangerous it was to be with him, weaving an airtight web and trapping the person by his side without changing his expression.

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After browsing through the email sent by his assistant on his phone, the vehicle had already stopped at the entrance of the villa.

As soon as he entered the door, a figure ran up to him with pattering footsteps and skillfully crashed into his arms.

After the customary greeting kiss, Su Duan lay on his chest, looking up with bright black eyes, his lips slightly parted and glistening with a hint of moisture: "I baked chocolate cookies and saved three for you."

Yan Shen clearly had little interest in sweets, but he had a particularly strong obsession with things Su Duan made by hand. If Su Duan didn't save any for him, there would be a faint displeasure in his eyes, although very subtle, it was quite obvious to Su Duan.

So every time he made sweets, Su Duan would save a very small portion for him.

Yan Shen sat down on the sofa with Su Duan, and the servant brought over the specially reserved chocolate cookies that looked like flowers. Yan Shen fed Su Duan half a piece, then impassively put the remaining half into his own mouth.

Su Duan blinked, his cheeks bulging as he slowly chewed the soft cookie with a rich chocolate aroma.

Yan Shen, however, had already swallowed the half piece in his mouth and commented, "Delicious."

Although he knew that even if he made an epic-level dark cuisine, Yan Shen would still praise him, hearing his lover's compliment still made Su Duan's eyes curve into little crescent moons, as they inevitably do.

After finishing that half piece of cookie, Yan Shen didn't reach for the remaining two pieces on the plate, but pushed it towards Su Duan and said, "There's no time for dinner. Eat this to pad your stomach first, and have the auntie pack some snacks for you to eat on the way. Come out with me for a bit."

Su Duan swallowed the cookie crumbs in his mouth, and Yan Shen promptly handed him another piece.

Su Duan looked at the cookie by his mouth, not in a hurry to bite it, but curiously asked, "Where to?"

Yan Shen, with deep, dark eyes, didn't speak and waited until he bit the cookie before saying, "To deal with my mother's funeral arrangements."

His voice was steady and thin, as if he were talking about something as ordinary as drinking poria soup for dinner tonight.

Su Duan, with half a cookie in his mouth, widened his eyes and opened his mouth even wider.

Yan Shen took the opportunity to stuff the whole cookie into his mouth.