Mind Your Own Business The Billionaire’s Romance

In the last few days of the first lunar month, at the tail end of winter, the weather forecast kept saying that the temperature would rise. However, the temperature remained patient and remained firmly in the single digits.

As soon as Yan Chengjin left the subway station, the cold wind blew in his face, making his head hurt. He took off his headphones and put his baseball cap on his head.

He pulled the brim of his hat down low, blocking the sight of those eager to try.

Without the protection of headphones, the noisy voices suddenly rushed into his ears, the small world constructed by music shattered, and he returned to the world.

He is here today to give people some unspoken rules.

The foreigner in his headphones was still singing, making him feel annoyed, so he simply turned off the player. Just as he was thinking about using the navigation, the huge logo of "Yinfu Hotel" appeared in front of him.

Yan Chengjin debuted in a boy band and was very popular in his first year, but fell into obscurity in his second year. He has been in obscurity for seven or eight years and has not yet rebounded. Fortunately, he has a good face and relies on guest roles in melodramatic web dramas as domineering CEOs, domineering school idols, and domineering first loves.

If he had just been content to earn this ridiculous amount of money, he wouldn't be in this mess today. But this guy never forgot his original intention and took his band on a street tour whenever he had time.

God was finally moved by his sincerity and allowed him to see his work through to the end.

One day during a tour, he met Wang Defu.

Wang Defu was the owner of a clothing factory, reportedly with over 300 stores worldwide. That day, he caught a glimpse of Yan Chengjin on the street and immediately signed her, saying their band and his clothes were a perfect match, that their meeting was fate, and that she absolutely had to perform at his store.

He made a very convincing promise and paid the money generously, so Yan Chengjin quickly signed a contract with him.

But there is no such good thing as picking up a pie for free in this world.

On the third day, before Yan Chengjin had finished his joy, Wang Defu came to his house crying, saying that Mr. Wen from the Bada Group wanted to talk to him.

Yan Chengjin had been in the industry for nearly ten years, and he still didn't know what "chat" meant, so he refused immediately.

But Wang Defu also has a backup plan.

He said that if he offended a big shot like Wen Dong, he would be defeated by King Tianliang.

If he gets sick, the band can't tour.

Since the performance failed, the band violated the contract and had to pay him liquidated damages.

Yan Chengjin was too lazy to deal with this kind of scam, but he still had two little teammates.

One is seventeen and the other is eighteen. They are serious child laborers and have not yet gone to college.

If Wang Defu is serious, the files of these two children cannot be viewed.

Yan Chengjin knew too well how dirty people's hearts were, so he compromised.

The "Music Note Hotel" is a high-end establishment that has emerged in recent years, targeting the middle class. I don't know what the owner was thinking, but this hotel doesn't even have a proper name, just a large logo with a matte silver musical notation and the symbol "duo" (a Chinese musical note).

Meaning, this is the first hotel?

As he was pondering this, the sweet and sour aroma of berries filled the air. Yan Chengjin looked up and saw a slender figure passing by.

It was a girl with shoulder-length hair, neither dyed nor permed, the ends curled naturally. She was wearing a cream camel-colored cashmere sweater, the material was thin and soft, and it clung gently to her curves.

The high-waisted pants show off her slender waist, which sways gracefully with her steps.

She's a warm-looking girl.

Yan Chengjin suddenly wanted to know what she looked like.

He took a few quick steps, trying to get ahead of her.

But the girl's pace was faster than his.

As soon as she entered the lobby, Wen Jiayin saw the naughty child running around.

It would have been fine if he just jumped around, but he also played the viral song on TikTok at the maximum volume, yelling along with it, acting like a crazy black idiot.

Just as Wen Jiayin approached, he knocked down another little girl.

The little girl looked about seven or eight years old, with a skinny body. The boy was twice as wide as her. He got up from the ground, pointed at the little girl and cursed:

"You stinky beggar, you're blind, bumping into me. You're a swindler, but you don't even look in the mirror, you look so poor. - D*mn, you broke my phone!"

The naughty kid made a "huh" sound and opened his mouth wide, trying to spit at the little girl.

Wen Jiayin arrived at this moment.

She pushed the naughty kid away, helped the little girl up from the ground, and gestured something with sign language.

The little girl stretched out her hand and was about to answer her when a woman in the hotel uniform came running over.

She touched the little girl's head distressedly, but said words of comfort: "It's okay, Xiao Wendong, it's just a child's mischief, it's okay."

Although the little girl felt wronged, she let go and did not pursue the matter.

She was still young, but she understood the situation. Her mother was a hotel employee, and they couldn't offend the guests, which made it difficult for Xiao Wendong.

Wen Jiayin didn't feel embarrassed. She gestured to the little girl, making her smile.

The middle-aged woman declined: "Mr. Wen, she's in the process of changing her teeth and can't eat too much sweet food."

Wen Jiayin turned her back and gestured to the little girl from an angle that only the two of them could see.

The little girl covered her mouth and giggled, and made a pinky promise with her.

"This is a work-related injury. Take her to get checked out. Remember to keep the receipts and come back to the finance department to get reimbursed." Wen Jiayin resumed her bossy demeanor, "Go quickly, don't delay Lao Yi's birthday party."

The mother and daughter gradually walked away. The naughty child couldn't stand it anymore, so he lay down on the ground and started to throw a tantrum:

"Who are you to let that ugly b*st*rd go? You know—"

Only then did Wen Jiayin see clearly that this little black fool was just strong and not much older than the little girl.

She advised softly, "Don't talk like that."

The naughty kid snorted and turned away in disdain. He wanted to howl again, but saw Wen Jiayin pointing at his reflection in the glass:

"Looking like you is ugly."

This is the first time this naughty kid has heard someone say he is ugly since he grew up.

He stared at Wen Jiayin in disbelief.

Wen Jiayin's face was full of pity:

"Alas, you are so pitiful. Being poor is only temporary and you can make money to solve it. But being ugly is a lifelong problem and even plastic surgery can't save you."

"You're talking nonsense!" the kid said anxiously, "My mom said she looks like my dad and is beautiful."

"Silly boy, your mother lied to you. If you were really pretty, your mother would say you looked like her."

Wen Jiayin gently patted the silly little black boy on the head. "Listen, isn't it the same sound as patting a watermelon? Do you know what this means? It means your head is full of water, without any brains at all."

"God has been so cruel to you. Not only has he denied you face, but he hasn't even given you a brain." She looked compassionate. "Even your mother took advantage of you and lied to you. Don't you think you're pathetic?"

No matter how naughty a child is, he is still a child. This is the first time in his life that he has suffered such a shock. He screamed "Ah" and wanted to howl again.

Wen Jiayin's brows turned cold and she threatened, "If you make any more noise, I'll stuff that broken phone into your mouth."

The naughty kid was frightened by her and swallowed the howl back into his stomach, hiccuping from the pain.

Wen Jiayin had finished her mission and wanted to go back to work, but she saw a young woman rushing over:

"David, what's wrong with you?"

The naughty kid's parents caught him red-handed.

Xiao Wendong was a little embarrassed.

The naughty child's parents were very thin and pretty, and it was hard to tell that they were related to the naughty child. She knew her child's moral character very well, and without asking the little black fool, she apologized directly to Wen Jiayin:

"I'm sorry, - oh my god, Wen Jianjian, why are you bullying a child?"

This person's name is Yi Jing. She is a kindergarten classmate of Wen Jiayin and they are considered childhood friends.

Wen Jiayin was dissatisfied: "I heard you apologize, why do you think I'm bullying you when it comes to me?"

Yi Jing muttered, "Why don't you know what's going on?"

She tapped the kid on the chin and introduced him unhappily, "This is my brother Yi Dawei. What's he doing wrong again?"

"This is the only child among your family's three thousand acres of land." Wen Jiayin examined the child: "He really looks like your father. No wonder I can't stand him."

Yi Jing doesn't like her father or her brother.

She felt that Wen Jiayin was right and didn't bother to care anymore.

She moved closer to Wen Jiayin's left and asked in a low voice, "How is the old man? I'm not asking about company secrets, but they just don't seem to be feeling right lately."

She didn't speak clearly, but Wen Jiayin understood what she meant.

'They' are the second generation in the circle. Wen Jiayin can't play with them, but Yi Jing often gets together with them.

Ever since Wen Jiayin became "Little Wen Dong", these people have been praising and flattering him, as if Wen Jiayin is no longer a human being, but a living god.

Until three months ago, the old man of the Wen family was admitted to the ICU.

The second generation had no contact with Wen Jiayin on a daily basis, so they had to bring up old things, saying that she was not a good person because she had bullied boys and girls since she was a child, and that she was a bully in the village and had no morals when she was in school.

Those who don’t know would think that Xiao Wendong had suffered a lot of injustice in the past few months and had gone to Liangshan.

Of course, these second-generations who were living off the fat of the land weren't important at all; what mattered was the attitude of the elders behind them. Yi Jing's abilities were limited, and she didn't know what Wen Jiayin was about to face, but she had a good eye and knew the tide was turning.

"Mind their business." Wen Jiayin didn't care. "Isn't your dad having his birthday at noon? Why don't you go and prepare?"

Yi Jing knew that she didn't want to talk more, so she made an excuse to put on makeup, picked up the bear kid and left.

Wen Jiayin called the lobby manager and said, "Send Miss Yi a box of my treasured ice cream."

"No, give it to the bear kid." She shook her head at Yi Jing. "When he was over a hundred days old, I told him he was ugly, but you still didn't agree."

When Wen Jiayin walked away, the naughty boy started to show off again. He grabbed Yi Jing's hair fiercely:

"You actually let your friend beat me up. Dad is right, you're a money-loser. You're turning your back on me before you even get married. You're selfish, you're evil, you want our family to be extinct, you little b*st*rd—"

Yi Jing elbowed him rudely and said, "Okay, call your dad right now and tell him that Wen Jiayin hit you. See if he scolds you."

She snorted, "You really think highly of me. I am worthy of being her friend."

"She, she is Wen Jiayin!"

The naughty kid immediately became obedient, even a little scared. He hid behind Yi Jing, "Will she hit me? Sister, you have to protect me."

Yan Chengjin was far away and only saw the girl help the little girl up and gently touch the little boy's head.

How gentle! He thought, and wanted to give her my WeChat ID even more.

He followed her, but after a few steps, he was stopped by the lobby manager:

"How can I help you, sir?"

The lobby manager smiled politely, but Yan Chengjin was brought back to reality by his smile.

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The hotel lobby was understated yet luxurious, like the ballroom where Cinderella and the prince danced. The girl was calm and composed, and it was obvious she was a regular.

And he is Cinderella's eldest sister and stepmother. He was kidnapped.

Damn it. Yan Chengjin gave up on himself, and this was destined to be fruitless. He didn't want to cause trouble for others.

He laughed at himself and said, "My last name is Yan."

But he soon couldn't even fake a smile.

Because he couldn't tell why he came.

No matter how thick-skinned he was, he would not be able to tell them that your boss has taken a fancy to my butt.

Just as he finished speaking, the lobby manager turned serious and asked, "Mr. Yan Chengjin?"

He personally led the way for Yan Chengjin: "Please come this way, Director Wen is waiting for you in Room 520."

What a perverted old lecher, he even picked a greasy room. Yan Chengjin complained inwardly, not realizing that he ha