"Uncle Yan." Jiang Hanbi called softly.
Yan Nanmo nodded with a smile: "Alright."
Jiang Hanbi sneaked a glance at the man. Up close, his features appeared even more defined and exquisite. His entire deanor was filled with a cold aura, making her heart race wildly. Ever since she saw him two years ago in the Yan Family, she could never forget him...
Jiang Hanbi’s eyes were practically glued to Yan Song, yet Yan Song didn’t spare her a single glance. Yan Ke secretly rolled his eyes. Didn’t they say that the Jiang Family’s daughter was virtuous and ladylike, the epito of a socialite? Why is she so crazy about him?
"Young Master Yan, we used to play together when we were little. Do you rember?" Jiang Hanbi whispered, looking at Yan Song with anticipation after speaking.
Unexpectedly, Yan Song gave her no face at all, coldly saying: "I don’t rember."
Jiang Hanbi didn’t expect him to deny it outright without any courtesy, causing her cheeks to stiffen slightly. She bit her lip and glanced at Yan Song resentfully.
Yan Song frowned slightly, feeling extrely annoyed...
Mr. Jiang laughed to smooth things over, "Bi’er, it’s been so many years. How could Young Master Yan still rember? Don’t be afraid to make a joke of it."
Jiang Hanbi pouted, unwillingly lowering her head.
Yan Nanmo smiled, pondering what to do with such a popular son. The concern was quite urgent online.
"Third Brother." A robust voice suddenly rang out. Yan Nanmo turned his head to see a man in military uniform stride over, taking a few steps to the stairs and clapping Yan Nanmo’s shoulder heavily. "Third Brother, it’s really not easy to see you!"
"Fourth Brother." Yan Nanmo smiled as he looked at the man before him.
Dressed in a military uniform, he stood tall and straight, his features ruggedly handso, exuding a straightforward and decisive aura. Despite being middle-aged, it didn’t detract from his mature masculinity at all.
This man was Fourth Master of the Yan Family, Yan Nanrong, from the fourth branch. He now held an important position in the military commission, making him a notable figure today.
Yan Nanrong noticed Yan Song, smiling as he patted his shoulder: "Good boy, you’ve grown tall, impressive."
Yan Song stood motionless, glancing faintly at the man in front of him, "Fourth Uncle."
"Third Brother." A gentle voice ca, and upon closer look, a woman dressed in a blue floral cheongsam covered by a gray coat approached, with a young girl of about ten holding her hand, accompanied by a boy by her side.
This woman looked very young, though she was actually in her thirties. She had a graceful figure and delicate features, with an elegant and refined temperant like an orchid in a secluded valley. She walked over with a gentle smile.
Pei Xinyi, Yan Nanrong’s wife, the fourth lady of the Yan Family, ca from another influential family in the Capital City, the Pei Family. However, the Pei Family had been going through a tumultuous ti lately, reflected in a hint of sorrow in Pei Xinyi’s brow.
The boy had his hands in his pockets with a casual deanor, while the little girl was mischievous and adorable.
"Si’er, greet them."
The little girl sweetly said, "Third Uncle, Big Brother, Second Brother."
She suddenly ran over to hug Yan Song’s leg, looking up with a beaming smile, "Big Brother, you’re the most handso! Even more handso than my real brother. I want to be your fan." After speaking, she blew him a kiss.
Yan Sheng’s face turned unsightly as he glared fiercely at Yan Song. Yan Song’s indifferent gaze shifted slightly, causing Yan Sheng to flinch involuntarily and look away.
The hand beneath his sleeve clenched into a tight fist.
Yan Song looked down at the little girl in front of him, instinctively furrowing his brow.
"Big Brother, don’t you like ?" Yan Si pouted with a face full of discontent.
Yan Ke bent down to pinch her cheek, laughing, "Si’er, you’re so cute that everyone loves you. When people see flowers bloom, even cars explode with joy when they encounter you. Anyone who doesn’t like you must be blind."
"Hehe, even if you flatter , Second Brother, I won’t change my mind. I only like Big Brother, so go away." Her mischievous deanor left Yan Ke bemused.
Yan Nanrong said sternly, "Si’er, don’t be rude." His eyes, however, were filled with deep indulgence, showing how much he adored his little daughter.
Yan Si made a face at him, "I just like Big Brother. Who told him to be so handso? Seeking beauty is human nature, just like you married my mom because she’s beautiful, right? Hmph...."
Pei Xinyi slightly frowned, hiding her emotions without a trace.
Jiang Hanbi laughed, "Miss Si’er is so innocent and cute. I want a younger sister too." She stepped forward, trying to reach out to touch Yan Si’s hair, also hoping to bridge the gap between herself and Yan Song.
Yan Si tilted her head to avoid her outstretched hand, wrinkling her delicate little nose: "What are you doing? I hate it when others touch . Keep your dirty hands away."
Jiang Hanbi’s hand awkwardly froze in mid-air, unable to advance or retreat. She silently cursed Yan Si for being such a tricky little girl.
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