There was no doubt in Zhang Haifeng’s mind. She was certain that Yan Aohan had accepted Zhu Yanyi. She felt relieved for the little girl. She was so cute. With Yan Aohan as her backer, those who wanted to take advantage of her would surely back off.
Zhu Yanyi did not know Zhang Haifeng was thinking so much. To her, Yan Aohan was just a sick person. When a patient came, she had to treat her. It did not matter who she was. So she treated Yan Aohan sincerely. Most importantly, Zhu Yanyi did not have high ambitions. She did not try to cling to powerful people. This was one reason Yan Aohan respected her.
Since the treatment was effective, Zhang Haifeng naturally sent a telegram to the Yan family with good news.
Old Master Yan sighed with relief after receiving the telegram. "Finally, I do not need to worry about this boy’s health. He has not smiled since that disaster. I was really worried he would get sick from being so gloomy."
"Dad, who does the fourth son resemble? No one in our family has such a personality," Yan Zhaoxia said. As the only girl of the second generation in the Yan family, she was spoiled. She spoke casually to Old Master Yan, and no one minded.
Old Master Yan said helplessly, "How would I know? His personality must be a genetic mutation. That is what Westerners say, right?"
"Come on. When did you have time to read Western books? I do not know where you heard that word. But you are right. If it were not a genetic mutation, he would not have such a personality. Tell me, I finally got a younger brother. I thought it was rare to have someone younger than me, so I wanted to protect him well. But look at him now. He was okay when he was little, but as he grew up, he became less and less cute. Now, when I see his expressionless face every day, my legs shake involuntarily. I feel like I did not gain a brother, but a Venerable Yanluo," Yan Zhaoxia protested dissatisfied.
"It does not matter if he is not cute, as long as your Huayaohui is cute," Old Master Yan retorted. A son was still his own son, even if he was not good. Although Old Master Yan agreed with Yan Zhaoxia in his heart.
Yan Zhaoxia paused. "Dad, when did you become like this? Do you know it is disrespectful for an elder to tease like this?"
"I do not know," Old Master Yan replied directly.
Others nearby laughed. Such conversations between father and daughter were common in the Yan family. Madam Alogesang spoke up. "Actually, you should not blame the fourth son for his personality. If the fourth son did not have such a personality, how could he suppress the big and small ghosts in the Yan family?"
The Yan family members listened to Madam Alogesang’s words. They thought about the situation in the Yan family. It was indeed so. The description was very vivid. Those people were like little ghosts, so they could not escape the palm of Yan Aohan, the Venerable Yanluo.
"That is true," Yan Zhaoxia sighed. "To tell the truth, this is because the eldest and second sons are not capable. If they were more capable, the fourth son would not have to work so hard. He would not have to be that troublesome family head."
"Zhaoxia, just say this here. Do not say it outside. People will laugh at you if they hear it," Madam Alogesang said seriously. Many people wanted to benefit from the Yan family’s status. Who would complain like them?
Yan Zhaoxia sighed. "I just feel sorry for our little brother."
Eldest son Yan Huajun said, "The fourth son has always planned things well since childhood. It is good enough now. Moreover, since his injury can be healed, this is a very good opportunity to rest. I think we should let the fourth son rest for a while. He has indeed been tired enough these years."