"Exclusive scoop! The Yan family's third investment failure this year has been revealed, sources disclose the Yan family's funds are short and they are on the verge of bankruptcy!"

This news published by a elite magazine in the West district has changed the climate of the district in just one day.

The magazine details the three investment failures of the Yan family within this year, even inviting a financial expert to analyze the reason for the failure and the possibility of the Yan family declaring bankruptcy within three months. The illustration features a picture of the Yan family's patriarch leaving the stock exchange after their investment failure last month. In the photo, Yan patriarch keeps his head down, his eyes drooping, exhibiting a dejected and dispirited expression.

Just one morning after, the bankruptcy of the Yan Corporation seems to have become an accepted conclusion.

Early in the morning, at the Yan family's dining table.

The Yan patriarch leisurely picks up a few newspapers on the table and starts reading. When he sees the unfavorable comments about the Yan Corporation, there are no strong reactions, just a slight furrowing of brows, a hint of worry flashes across his scholarly face.

Shaking his head lightly, before ordering the servants to put the newspaper aside, a woman walks down from inside.

The woman is adorned in a pure white dress, so bright it draws attraction. There is a faint, mocking smile on her face, her long eyelashes are slightly trembling, her flawless white skin is covered by a hint of rouge, the thin lips looking like a red plum blossoming in the snow, poised yet bewitching.

"Dad," After a soft call, Yan Zhen takes a seat right next to Yan patriarch, takes the newspaper he just put down. Seeing the news about the Yan Corporation, she remains indifferent and turns over the page.

"Zhen dear," A flash of concern passes through Yan patriarch's deep black eyes. "Zhen, don't worry too much about this. There are plenty who are there in good times, but very few who stick around in hard times. Every family goes through a downfall, there will always be some taking advantage of the situation, don't take it to heart."

"I know, dad." Yan Zhen looks up, her cold, clear eyes offer a view straight to her soul. She casually puts the newspaper under her arm, rolls her lips, her cold gaze reveals no temperature. "Dad, you're not in good health, you don't need to worry about it. As long as I'm here, Yan Corporation will not declare bankruptcy."

She plasters a faint smile on her face, her gaze shifting to an unknown place, Yan Zhen picks up the cup next to her and takes a sip of milk, leaving drops of milk on her scarlet lips. "Yan Corporation was built from scratch by you and mom. I would never let it be ruined in my hands."

"Zhen dear…"

Yan patriarch's pupils instantly contract, his eyes filled with concern for his daughter.

He understands how ruthless the competitors in the market are. He has been a part of the marketplace for many years. Yan Zhen, at just twenty-three, not yet mature enough, can't face these wolves alone.

Yan's father's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of someone, and quickly cast his gaze at Yan Zhen, his voice carried a thread of joy, "Zhen, if I remember correctly, your grandfather and the Qi family's patriarch were acquainted, and they once arranged a marriage between you and Qi Lin. At that time, this marriage arrangement was just a joke between them, it was unclear whether it was considered valid."

"Really?" Yan Zhen didn't know about this, this was the first time hearing it from his father, and suddenly his interest was piqued, his eyes glowed with curiosity.

Yan's father nodded, "Hmm, that's true. If you do have a marriage agreement with Qi Lin, I believe Qi family can assist us greatly in this crucial moment."

"No way." Yan Zhen listened to his father, suddenly scoffed, looked away, drank the remaining milk in the glass in one gulp, and placed the glass back on the coffee table lightly, "Dad, you once said, helping is goodwill, not helping is their duty. Who knows if the Qi family is a family that sticks to their duty?"

Yan Zhen grinned, the meaning of his words was clear.

"However, I will still pay a visit to the Qi family. I will use my utmost effort to get Qi family to agree, just..." Yan Zhen suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes were all filled with calm, "Dad, it's better not to hold too many hopes."

Having said that, a bright smile emerged on his usually cold face, which could make the sun lost its color, yet reflected an endless indifference.

After breakfast, Yan Zhen didn't even go to the Yan Corp, but directly drove to the Qi family property.

The Qi family's main house was in the suburbs, a very large villa estate. Looking around, the wall was endless, and all around were black-clothed men with guns strapped on their waists. They were guarding this area, ensuring its security.

Yan family and Qi family were totally different. Yan family was just a second-rate family, a corporation established half a century ago by Yan Zhen's grandfather. The Qi family, on the other hand, had a history of more than three hundred years. It could be said that in the entire Xicheng district, or even the whole Jinghua district, no family could rival the Qi family.

But if the Qi family was willing to lend a hand to the Yan family, Yan Zhen believed that the crisis of the Yan Corp would be manageable.

Thinking about this, Yan Zhen's eyes seemed to grow deeper, contemplating his own calculations. The car slowly pulled up to the villa's front gate, and seeing the carved black iron gate, Yan Zhen's car was stopped abruptly.

"Miss, this is a private area. Please leave."

The doorman's voice was neither loud nor low, just enough for Yan Zhen to hear, his voice was clear and straightforward, not afraid of any bigshot sitting inside.

Yan Zhen rolled down the car window, took off his sunglasses, a smile emerged on his face that was just right, polite and generous, "Hello, I am Yan Zhen from the Yan family. I would like to visit the parents of the Qi family now, would you please inform them.”

"Miss Yan, please wait a moment."

The doorman turned to make an internal phone call, and Yan Zhen was not in a rush. She put on her sunglasses, sat in the driver's seat, with her fingers gently resting on the steering wheel. A smile played at the corners of her mouth, never disappearing.

The doorman came back soon, with a smile on his face, "Miss Yan, please come in."

"Thank you."

The intricate black iron gate in front of her slowly opens, Yan Zhen's car rolls in, moving along the gravel path.

Handing the key to the approaching servant, Yan Zhen, with a beaming smile, entered the gates of Qi's mansion.

"Hello Uncle Qi, Aunt Qi." Yan Zhen greeted them with a charming smile. Her already beautiful face, when adorned with a smile, looked as clean and pure as a flawless pearl or jade, pleasing to the eyes.

Her hair done up in a playful yet modest style, she wore a standard dress today. The buns softened the aloofness on her face, making her look gentle and poised in her decency.

She was known as the legendary 'kid from others' families' since her young age.

Aunt Qi greeted her with a warm smile. Her well-maintained face didn't look like a woman nearing her fifties but rather a woman in her thirties, effortlessly casual. Pulling Yan Zhen's hand, her eyes were especially gentle, "Zhen, come in."