Chapter Thirteen: Registering the Company, Mother Entangled in Troubles!

The hitman’s voice trembled.

“Zhu Qing’an!”

Clatter.

He clearly heard something fall and shatter on Ye Long’s side.

Ye Long’s voice grew extremely uneasy.

“What did you say? Zhu Qing’an? Are you sure you didn’t mishear?”

“The sole daughter of the main branch of the Zhu family, Zhu Qing’an?”

The hitman confirmed repeatedly.

After receiving the hitman’s affirmation, Ye Long gasped sharply.

“How is that possible?”

“The Zhu family is such a prestigious clan with industries spanning the globe. Even the Forbes list won’t dare rank them — their influence is unfathomable. Zhang Fan, a mere delivery guy, how could he possibly know Zhu Qing’an?”

The hitman’s next words made Ye Long break out in a cold sweat.

“Not only that, boss, I can tell Zhu Qing’an really likes Zhang Fan, especially likes him.”

“If you kill him…”

“Don’t even mention the young lady of the Zhu family. There are countless elite protectors watching over her in secret. Even if Zhu Qing’an gets angry, it’s not something you can withstand.”

Ye Long was plunged into long silence.

The wounds on his son’s face angered him deeply.

His wife’s hair had also been shaved off by Zhang Fan.

Upon hearing these two pieces of news, Ye Long was furious.

Who would have thought that Zhang Fan actually knew the young lady of the Zhu family!

Even as the richest man in Haishi City, Ye Long dared not offend Zhu Qing’an rashly. He decided immediately.

“Alright, you better leave quickly.”

“Make sure no one secretly protecting Zhu Qing’an discovers you came looking for Zhang Fan, absolutely not!”

“Hurry and get out!”

The hitman fully understood how terrifying the Zhu family was.

They were not comparable to any so-called noble family.

Their foundation was so deep that whether in China or globally, the visible elites and wealthy would bow their heads in front of their circle.

Moreover, the boss and the current head of the Zhu family had been at odds for years.

They just hadn’t come to direct conflict because the Zhu family had no legitimate reason to move against the boss.

With that thought, the hitman slunk away.

…

After chatting with Zhang Fan for a while, Zhu Qing’an suggested they have dinner together.

Zhang Fan, however, did not agree.

“My daughter went through something today. I need to take her to see a psychologist.”

“Give her some psychological counseling.”

“As for dinner… well, the class reunion is coming up soon. Let’s do it then.”

Zhu Qing’an looked a little disappointed.

For years, Zhang Fan had never attended the class reunion.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have failed to see him all this time.

Now, he suddenly mentioned the reunion, clearly a subtle refusal.

Not a refusal to eat, but a refusal to take things further with her.

They were both adults; some things need not be said plainly. A hint is enough for both to understand.

Yet Zhu Qing’an was not willing to give up.

“Well, alright then.”

“Oh, Zhang Fan, didn’t you divorce Liu Yan?”

“When do you think you might start a new relationship?”

Generally, when a girl brought up such topics, it was very forward.

Zhang Fan, being smart, smiled and ruffled her hair.

“You’re a very good girl.”

…

“But this failed marriage really hurt me.”

“For now, I can’t think about dating.”

Zhu Qing’an’s heart was bitter.

She forced a smile.

“Well, well, I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s not that I want to date you, don’t misunderstand!”

“I just think a good man like you, with a daughter, should have someone to help take care of the child.”

“Don’t get me wrong! Hahaha…”

Zhang Fan nodded, then said goodbye and left.

The smile on Zhu Qing’an’s face vanished, replaced by endless bitterness.

Brother, I’ve been searching for you all these years.

I didn’t use the family’s power because I was afraid of disturbing or scaring you.

Now that we’ve finally met again…

But Zhu Qing’an had never been a weak person. She soon clenched her fists.

No! I must pull myself together!

I’ve waited so many years; a little longer won’t matter.

I can tell my brother is truly exhausted because of Liu Yan.

I’ll wait a bit more!

There will definitely be a chance!

When I’m with my brother, I will heal the wounds in his heart.

…

After taking his daughter for counseling, Zhang Fan returned to the villa purchased by Zhao Tiezhu.

A few days ago, Zhao Tiezhu had brought his mother here but hadn’t taken her back yet.

Seeing her granddaughter, Wang Chunhua smiled and waved from her wheelchair.

Zhang Qingyun jumped happily into her grandmother’s arms, then turned to Zhao Tiezhu and teased:

“Uncle Tiezhu, Yun’er wants braised pork ribs!”

“And three-flavor soup, hehe!”

Zhao Tiezhu nodded repeatedly, putting on an apron.

“I’ll make it for you!”

After the family had dinner, Zhang Fan couldn’t help but bring up Zhao Tiezhu.

“Tiezhu, you’re not young anymore.”

“Since your career has finally taken off, you really should think about getting married.”

“Damn it, we agreed long ago to have a childhood engagement. Where’s your little one? My daughter is already in first grade!”

Zhang Qingyun chuckled.

“Damn it!”

Wang Chunhua shot a glare at Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan helplessly glared back at Zhang Qingyun.

“Why don’t you learn from the good instead of the bad!”

Zhang Qingyun immediately looked aggrieved and clung tightly to her grandmother’s arm.

Wang Chunhua glared at Zhang Fan again.

Zhang Fan could only laugh and cry at the same time.

Child, you are unstoppable.

Wang Chunhua turned to Zhao Tiezhu with advice.

“Tiezhu, I raised you. In my heart, you are like a son.”

“You and Xiaofan are the same age — thirty-five. Not too old, but definitely not young.”

“You need a woman to support you.”

Zhao Tiezhu washed dishes in the kitchen, a bit helpless.

“Brother, auntie, it’s not that I don’t want to find someone.”

“I just haven’t met the right person yet!”

Seeing his reluctance, the two stopped pressing him.

…

A week passed like flowing water.

Ye Xiu hadn’t returned to school yet, probably still recovering.

With bodyguards protecting his daughter, Zhang Fan was at ease.

During this time, Zhang Fan registered an internet company, though the exact business was not yet decided.

But he had already recruited three hardworking young men from the delivery platform.

In the spacious office of the building, Zhang Fan instructed the three.

“You only need to do one very simple thing.”

“Using the company’s VPN, go abroad and find some really interesting apps.”

“Social apps, games, anything works.”

One young man asked curiously.

“Fan Ge, what do we need those for?”

Zhang Fan patiently explained.

“The most profitable method in the world is copy and paste.”

“Bring successful business models from abroad to the domestic market. Even if we don’t make huge profits, we won’t lose money.”

“Look for them. Each of you will get a base salary of ten thousand a month, with full social insurance and housing fund.”

Hearing such a high base salary with no hard labor and full benefits, the three were instantly motivated.

Seeing their excitement, Zhang Fan smiled.

Looks like we’ll find the right project soon.

It was September now; autumn recruitment was approaching. He planned to visit several universities.

Starting the project required professionals.

The reason for founding the company was simple.

The system had given him too much, it was absurd.

He already had nearly three billion yuan. If the rewards kept coming, he would soon surpass ten billion.

In any country, assets over ten billion would attract unwanted attention.

Without a company, he couldn’t protect his assets or network with influential people.

As for whether the business would succeed, Zhang Fan never considered failure.

The domestic market was terrifying: 1.4 billion people, minus the 360 million elderly over sixty, leaving the rest as potential internet users.

He remembered when he graduated, he helped develop a drift bottle app.

In the first month, daily active users were only a few tens of thousands—a very niche market—but there was a paywall for sending drift bottles.

In six months, commissions alone earned him over two million yuan.

China’s market was bold; those who dared to dream and act would reap rewards.

While pondering, Wang Chunhua called, her voice urgent.

“Son, come home immediately!”

“Hurry!”

Zhang Fan’s heart sank. Could it be Ye Long’s people showing up? Or someone else?

Though his mother was strong-willed, she never made enemies. It must be something involving him that dragged her into trouble.

He hurriedly asked.

“Mom, who is it? What’s going on?”

While speaking, he rushed to the elevator.

Before Wang Chunhua could answer, the call was abruptly cut off.

“Damn it! Who the hell is it?”

“If anyone dares to touch my mom, I’ll kill every one of you!”

Zhang Fan was usually composed.

But when it came to family, he became a powder keg ready to explode.

He jumped into the car and sped home.