The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 1094 Good Friends with No Interests

Yang Jian left Yan Bei's office.

President Yan had just confidently declared that he wasn't afraid of being misunderstood.

Now he has to clarify things again.

He had no choice but to do as he was told.

He went down to the first floor.

I saw a few people gathered there talking.

Yang Jian walked over, cleared his throat, and said, "Everyone, please stop for a moment. Let me say something. Let's not talk about what just happened. You all know how upright President Yan is. Those two people were just framing him. Don't believe what they said. Our President Yan only has one person in his heart, and that is our President Yan's wife."

"Assistant Yang, we know what kind of person President Yan is even if you don't say it."

"Good to know, so let's not mention this matter again. If there are any other people who misunderstood, please pass on the message that what happened just now was a complete fabrication."

"Assistant Yang, you don't need to worry, we will convey the message properly."

"Then thank you for your hard work."

"..."

After saying that, Yang Jian turned and left.

We returned to President Yan's office.

"President Yan, I have taken care of the task you just asked me to do perfectly."

Yan Bei nodded.

"By the way, our company hasn't had a team-building activity in a long time. Could you set a suitable time and post it in the group chat later?"

"I understand, Mr. Yan. How about this weekend?"

Yan Bei paused for a few seconds to think it over, then said, "Okay, go and inform them!"

"Ok!"

"There's one more thing. Come with me to the airport in a bit."

What are you going to the airport for?

"Giving it away."

"When?"

"In an hour."

Yan Bei knew that Li Zihao would be going to the airport in an hour, but he still decided to see him off.

He has many business friends, but they are all based on mutual benefit. Only Li Zihao is a friend he has known since childhood, a friend with whom he has no vested interests.

"Ok."

At this moment, Yan Bei called Li Zihao.

"Hey, Yan Bei, what's wrong?"

"I'll take you there in a bit."

"Take me a ride? Forget it, you're such a busy person. I can walk by myself."

See you at the airport in a bit.

Then Yan Bei hung up the phone immediately.

He knew that Li Zihao's family wasn't here and that he was all alone, so as a friend, he still wanted to see him off.

. . . . . .

An hour later.

Yang Jian and Yan Bei headed to the airport.

Li Zihao appeared, pulling a suitcase.

He got out of the black Bentley.

He was tall and well-tailored in a dark gray handmade suit, which accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, giving him a powerful presence.

His handsome face was expressionless, and his deep eyes were like a cold pool. Only when he looked at the people around him would a faint, imperceptible ripple occasionally appear.

He exuded a cold aura that kept strangers at bay, completely out of place with the surrounding noise.

"Zihao," Yan Bei called out.

When Li Zihao saw him, his face lit up with joy. "Yan Bei, you really came?"

"Of course, I always keep my word."

"Let's go then!" Li Zihao, dressed in a casual and comfortable jacket and jeans, had a look on his face that showed a mixture of excitement about his upcoming journey and reluctance to part with his close friend. He was one of the few people who could make Yan Bei lower his guard.

"it is good!"

Yan Bei asked Yang Jian to park the car.

Yan Beize accompanied Li Zihao, walking through the crowded streets and heading straight for the first-class check-in counter.

Occasionally, people around who recognized Yan Bei, or whose gazes were drawn by his powerful aura, would only dare to observe him from afar, and no one dared to approach and disturb him easily.

The two walked and talked.

"Alright, Yan Bei, that's enough for now." Li Zihao stopped and patted Yan Bei's arm. "I can handle the rest myself. You have so much to do at your company."

Yan Bei nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the suitcases at Li Zihao's feet. His tone was flat, revealing little emotion: "Is everything arranged over there?"

"Don't worry," Li Zihao grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Mm," Yan Bei responded, his reply concise and clear, yet carrying an unquestionable promise.

At this moment, Li Zihao took out the house key from his pocket and said, "Here's the key, and the house is yours."

Yan Bei took the keys. "Okay. Have a safe trip."

"Uh-huh."

The announcement began that boarding for Li Zihao's flight was starting.

The moment of parting finally arrived.

Li Zihao took a deep breath and smiled, "Then I'm off, Abei. Don't overwork yourself, take care of yourself. If you go over there, remember to contact me, I probably won't be coming back to Kyoto..."

"I understand." Yan Bei looked at him, her eyes deep. "Take care."

"You too."

There were no extra words, no hugs, only the unspoken understanding and affection between the two men.

Li Zihao nodded, dragged his suitcase, and turned to walk towards the boarding gate.

After taking a few steps, he couldn't help but turn back and see Yan Bei still standing in the same spot, like a tall, solitary peak, quietly watching his direction.

Li Zihao waved to him, then resolutely turned around and strode away.

Yan Bei stood there until Li Zihao's figure disappeared into the crowd and could no longer be seen, then he slowly withdrew his gaze.

Something seemed to have settled in those deep eyes, restoring their usual coldness and calmness.

Even a usually decisive and efficient CEO has feelings.

He didn't leave immediately, but stood there for a while, as if savoring the last trace of his friend's presence in the air.

A moment later, he turned, strode away with long strides, exuding a chilling aura, and left this bustling place of farewells without a trace of regret. His black figure quickly blended into the crowd, leaving only a proud and powerful silhouette, just as he always had.

After getting in the car.

Yang Jian said, "Young Master Yan, I didn't expect you to be so loyal and righteous."

Yan Bei sighed, "Li Zihao and I have been good friends since we were little. Then we lost contact, and then we met again because my wife was injured. So I think we are still destined to be together. He also helped me a lot when we were children. Now that he is gone, we may not be able to meet again."

"Mr. Yan, so you're saying your friend isn't coming back?"

"Uh-huh."

"So this is ah!"

"Alright, let's go! To the suburbs."

What are you going to the suburbs for?

"Go to my friend's house; I've already bought his house."

"What? Mr. Yan, you bought his house?"

"That's right. Let's drive!"

"it is good!"

Yang Jian started the car and headed to the address Yan Bei had given him.

On the way, Yang Jian received a call from Liu Xinxin.

"Brother Yanbei, I'm getting engaged soon. You and Sister Shen Qing are welcome to come and celebrate my wedding."

"Engaged? So soon?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I understand. I'll tell my wife."

"Then trouble you."

"By the way, when?"

"next week."

"it is good!"

Then Yan Bei hung up the phone.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly; he hadn't expected Liu Xinxin to be getting engaged.

Looking back on those past events, they truly seem like bygone days.

As time goes by, the people around me have gradually matured.