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Tan Yan seemed to recall something, his expression darkening as his cold fingers curled slightly. He took out a tissue and slowly wiped his hands, which had been dirtied by someone’s face, then crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into Guan Qingmo's mouth while he was distracted.
"You talk too much."
With that, he turned without looking back and walked away at a leisurely pace. Since being set free, Tan Yan's patience had grown increasingly thin, and his demeanor had become more uncouth. Honestly, this sense of unrestrained freedom felt far better than before.
Even in his downfall, someone like Tan Yan, born with an innate superiority, remained an unattainable figure in the eyes of countless people. His undeniable abilities and natural talents, coupled with his prestigious background, meant he inherently looked down on everyone else.
Having been relentlessly indoctrinated by Lin Suyue about social hierarchy since childhood, Tan Yan developed a cold and harsh personality. Although his gentle and elegant appearance masked it, it could not change his arrogant essence.
Guan Qingmo finally snapped back to reality and pointed at Tan Yan's retreating figure, cursing loudly. Furious, he charged forward to chase after him.
"No one dares to hit him! No one can touch him! Damn it! This piece of trash is worse than scum!"
Just as he reached for the hem of Tan Yan's coat, several burly men in black swiftly grabbed his arms to stop him from advancing. They all wore grim expressions.
Realizing the situation was dire, Guan Qingmo became enraged; indeed, dogs followed their masters. The cold indifference on their faces was all too familiar.
Guan Qingmo played around with all sorts of friends—he had no qualms about mingling with both genders. Because of this habit, he never brought bodyguards along for fear that his father would find out and skin him alive.
His pupils flared with anger as he glared at Tan Yan's figure disappearing into the private club, gritting his teeth in frustration.
That bastard dares to come into any territory! Doesn’t he know who owns this area? He better not let me catch him! If I don’t take care of this scum, he doesn’t even deserve the surname Guan!
In the Royal Private Room, Tan Yan had just taken his seat when he gestured politely to decline the waitress who approached to pour him wine. The temperature in the room was just right; he removed his coat and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, leaning back with a relaxed expression.
Qin Ge sat beside him, deeply worried. He was Tan Yan's attending physician and had been in the country for nearly twenty years. He understood very well the kind of difficult situation Tan Yan had gotten himself into this time.
As a middle-aged man without children, he felt a deep sympathy for Tan Yan's plight and hoped that once the boy recovered, he would face life with a positive attitude. Little did he expect that before Tan Yan's eyes had fully healed, he could no longer contain himself and decided to move his plans forward.
With Tan Zheng holding him back, it was nearly impossible for Tan Yan to return home immediately; his father would never allow his erratic son to come back and continue causing trouble. The only way back was to leverage the situation.
Thus, Tan Yan quickly set his sights on the Guan Family. In the entire country, only they seemed worthy of being a pawn in his game.
Qin Ge said, "You’ve provoked Guan Qingmo; he will not let you off easily. How could the Guan Family possibly cooperate with you?"
Tan Yan's lips curled into a slight smirk, though it wasn't a smile. "The stage is set; why should I care about his feelings?"
Qin Ge didn’t quite understand. "With your abilities, you could easily thrive abroad. You could return home once your power is solidified; why rush into danger now?"
Tan Yan did not respond immediately. He couldn’t help but recall those fragmented memories, remembering that face from the past—one that brought him both heartache and anguish.
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