Chapter 354 Oh right, that kid isn't dead yet.

Yan Xiaotian remained silent.

I am filled with nothing but helplessness.

It's not that he didn't act, but rather that he really couldn't handle the situation.

The relationships between the second wife and her family members are somewhat complicated.

His second uncle, Yan Weihua, had three sons and one daughter. Yan Nongzhong and Yan Hui were born to his second uncle's first wife.

The two were childhood sweethearts, growing up together and naturally getting married and having children.

They were both sixteen years old at the time.

The woman was under seventeen when she gave birth, and her first child was twins, so she died in childbirth.

Childhood sweethearts, young couple.

She died in childbirth again.

All of these factors combined almost made Yan Weihua unable to walk out.

He naturally doted on the child born to his first wife.

Otherwise, Yan Hui wouldn't have been raised to be so audacious and reckless, daring to run away with most of the second wife's property and a man.

The other two sons were born to Yan Weihua's second wife.

The person who was injured is Yan Teng, the son of Yan Weihua's second wife.

The whole thing is about the second wife's family.

Yan Xiaotian really didn't want to be the villain.

They can only wait for Yen Nong-chung, who lives far away in Taipei, to return so they can handle it themselves.

Although he is the current head of the Yan family, that's just what he says to outsiders.

His existence is only useful when the entire Yan family faces a life-or-death crisis.

He really couldn't manage the squabbles and fights between the children.

Besides, this is a new era, a new society, not the old society. How could he possibly become the mistress of a second wife?

Of course, all of this is on the premise that Yan Ya has not actually been injured.

Otherwise, why wait until now to have Yan Liti send this family to the police station for reform?

Yan Liti and Yan Xiaotian grew up together, so she naturally knew what kind of smooth-talking nephew she was. After glaring at him, she didn't say anything more.

Soon, they arrived at the living room where the two old men, Mr. Yan, were currently residing.

Mr. Yan is seventy-six years old this year. He is still in good health and has a good appetite, but his mind is a little confused.

Sometimes I can remember people, sometimes I can't, and sometimes my personality is like a child's.

He is still relatively lucid today.

Knowing that Yan Liti was coming to see him with her granddaughter, he leaned on his cane early in the morning and waited at the door of the house, eagerly anticipating her arrival.

Master Yan is seventy-three years old this year. He suffered a stroke two years ago and almost lost his life.

He survived, but he became unable to take care of himself and needed someone to look after him.

His situation was the opposite of Master Yan's. He could only lie in bed and could not get out of bed. He was unable to take care of himself, but his mind was clear. He spoke in a slurred manner, and others could hardly understand what he was saying.

The Yan family doctor once said that the second master of the Yan family would pass away within the next two years.

This is also why Yan Xiaotian didn't throw that family of four out. After all, if Yan Weihua were to get seriously ill from anger because he dealt with Yan Hui's family of four, wouldn't he be wronged?

When Yan Liti and her entourage arrived, Yan Weiting, accompanied by two servants, walked out into the courtyard with a cane.

"He's back, he's back." The old man's hair and eyebrows were already white, but he was still in good spirits.

"Big brother." Yan Liti quickly followed and walked over to support him, saying helplessly, "What's the rush? We're already here."

"Uncle," Shen Qingyan also greeted him respectfully.

"Where's the child? Didn't you bring him back?" The old man ignored Shen Qingyan and instead scanned Yan Liti and Shen Qingyan with his eyes. Not seeing a child with either of them, he became a little unhappy.

Enraged, she pounded the floor with her cane, yelling, "Why didn't you two bring the child?! What are you doing here if you didn't bring the child?!?"

After saying that, she turned around angrily and prepared to go back, acting as if she didn't care about them since they didn't bring their children.

"..." Yan Liti.

“…” Shen Qingyan.

Yan Liti was both annoyed and amused.

"Grandpa, baby's here, baby's here!" Upon seeing this, a group of young people quickly emerged from behind the crowd, each carrying a little girl with puffed-out cheeks, whom they had been feeding with gummy candies.

Qiao Qiao is now surrounded by delicious treats that her uncles and aunts have stuffed into her mouth, hands, and little bag.

As she was being carried out of the crowd, her little mouth was still trying to suckle, trying not to let the sweet syrup spill out.

She looked up and met the old man's expectant gaze. She quickly chewed the gummy candy in her mouth, wanting to finish it as soon as possible so she could call for help.

But the gummy candy was round and quite large. She usually ate it in small bites, but this time her uncles and aunts stuffed a whole one into her mouth.

She smacked her lips for a while, but didn't finish.

Seeing how much effort she was putting into eating, Shen Qingyan frowned and walked over, holding her in one arm and extending his palm in front of her with the other, indicating that she should spit into his palm.

The candy was too big, and Qiao Qiao filled her entire mouth with it, which was quite tiring to chew.

Helplessly, she spat into Shen Qingyan's palm, then raised her little face and obediently greeted him: "Happy New Year, Grandpa Uncle, I am Qiao Qiao."

"Hey, good boy, good boy."

The little girl was stunningly beautiful, and her sweet words made the old man swoon. He was so delighted that his eyes crinkled into a wide smile.

She even dropped her crutch and tried to hug the person in Shen Qingyan's arms, startling everyone.

"Oh dear, sir, please don't! It's alright if you fall, but what if the child gets hurt!"

“Nonsense, I have plenty of strength!” The old man didn’t like hearing this and glared angrily at Yan Xiaotian, who had said it.

“Oh right, you’re strong enough to go up the mountain and fight tigers, but let’s not fight tigers today, okay? Otherwise, it will scare the children.” Yan Xiaotian coaxed him readily.

At this moment, Qiao Qiao had already gotten off Shen Qingyan.

She looked at Yan Xiaotian with wide surprise.

Her first impression of Yan Xiaotian was that this cousin-in-law was gentle but also very steady.

I never expected the other person to be so funny when they talked.

But the most fun one is obviously Master Yan.

After disgustedly shaking off his son's hand, he smiled broadly again.

He greeted Qiao Qiao with a smile: "Come here, my good child. Your great-uncle has prepared lots and lots of good things for you. Your grandma must have prepared a burlap sack for you. Come on, let's go fill it up now."

“Big brother, we still have to go see second brother. Put your things away for now, we’ll come back to pack them up later,” Yan Liti replied.

"Oh right, that kid isn't dead yet. Okay, then I'll go with you to see when he'll die." The old man seemed to have suddenly remembered this and nodded repeatedly.