Who Can Take It When He Spills Everyone's Gossip?!

Even during holidays, the Yan Family had never gathered in such a bizarre way.

Everyone knew that wealthy families only kept up appearances, with interests above all else. Without something to gain, why would they casually waste their precious time?

If Song Yichuan's reputation as the Gossip King hadn't spread like wildfire, and if they hadn't heard he was going to Yan Jinyu's villa to meet the family, the Yan relatives would never have rushed over, ready to pick up some fresh gossip on the spot.

Normally, Yan Quxue, who always carried herself with aristocratic poise, was the first to arrive. Unable to suppress her curiosity while pretending not to care, she sat down and sneered, "Hmph, people these days ought to use their brains. You believe whatever anyone says!"

"Could Song Yichuan be some kind of fortune-teller?"

"He tells fortunes, makes predictions, and even corners little nieces from both sides with that mysterious look on his face?"

"Auntie?"

"It's actually possible. She even exposed Xu Qi for secretly wearing diamond panties."

"Hmph, everyone knows Xu Qi got set up by her best friend."

Yan Quxue pursed her lips. "Maybe he was the one who tipped her off."

The little niece nodded. "Hmm, that's not impossible. Whatever, we'll hear it for ourselves tonight. Let's see how much gossip we can get!"

Though Yan Quxue looked utterly indifferent, her craving for gossip was no less than anyone else's.

Her eyes kept darting toward the door, but she never expected that after waiting so long for him to arrive, the first piece of gossip served would be about her.

She glared furiously at Song Yichuan, her exquisite makeup twisting slightly as though she were saying, If you dare expose it, I'll—

"Haha, that's what your little puppy calls you. At your age, you still believed that nonsense? Now he's scammed you out of money and slept with you, huh?"

"No, calling it a sex scam wouldn't be quite right. After all, it's hard to say who got the better deal in that sort of thing."

The thoughts spread rapidly. Yan Quxue's blood rushed to her head, and her cheeks flushed red.

She couldn't understand how she had hidden it so well. How did this guy know?

Song Yichuan continued flipping through the information. The more he read, the more he shook his head inwardly. This girl is just like my sister when she's in love. That little puppy already transferred the money overseas and ran away, yet she's still obsessed with him, still making excuses for him. Every day she sends messages saying, "Girl understands your difficulties. As long as you're willing to come back, I'll give you however much money you want."

Come back my ass. Wake up. That little puppy thinks you're old and washed up. Right now, he's holding his young girlfriend and having some deep discussions. He uses your money to pick up other girls. Tell me, isn't that infuriating?

Yan Quxue suddenly felt everything go dark before her eyes and fell stiffly backward. The room instantly descended into chaos.

"Ah! Auntie! Quxue! Call 120!"

"What happened?"

"Why did she faint?"

"With that body, she's trying to keep a little puppy? Hurry up and get your menopause sorted out!"

Yan Quxue, who had not been completely knocked out, immediately squeezed her eyes shut. The private doctor hurriedly carried her away, and only then did the filming set regain its calm.

Song Yichuan looked at the table full of food and couldn't help sighing.

Yan Jinyu spoke from beside him. "Auntie, please heat it up."

Song Yichuan grinned. "Bro, you're the best!"

The Yan Family: Bro? Their relationship had already reached that level?

"Uh, just a little incident, a little incident. Hehehe." Yan Xudong laughed awkwardly to smooth things over. He gave Yan Jinyu a meaningful look before quickly looking away.

"Chou'er, sit down. Try our auntie's cooking. She used to be the head chef at a Michelin restaurant."

Better not introduce all these Yan relatives. He spills gossip wherever he goes—who can take that? Let's just finish this meal first.

Still, that kid Yan Jinyu is impressive. He seems to have a good relationship with Song Yichuan. Wouldn't that mean he could uncover quite a few business secrets in the future?

At that thought, Yan Qudong suddenly revealed a kindly smile and placed a meatball on Yan Jinyu's plate.

"Jingyue, you've gotten thinner lately. Are you not used to being abroad?"

"Come home with Chuan more often in the future. Dad misses you too."

"Really?"

Yan Jinyu asked coolly.

The skepticism in his tone made it clear that he did not believe him.

Yan Xudong gave an awkward laugh. "Hey, how could that be fake?"

After saying that, he warily glanced at Song Yichuan.

If the newcomer exposed him on the spot, he would lose face again. Fortunately, the Gossip King was busy stuffing himself and had no attention to spare.

"Hey, this fish is good. Tender, sweet, and sour, though it has a lot of bones. Otherwise, with this rice, I could easily scarf down two bowls."

"The beef is delicious too. It's stewed so soft it melts in your mouth. It goes perfectly with the potatoes."

"Hey, is that stir-fried lamb with scallions? It's too far away, and the lazy Susan is so slow. It'd be embarrassing to stand up and reach for it."

At that thought, Yan Jinyu placed his chopsticks into Song Yichuan's bowl.

"Mm, the lamb is good. Eat more. I'll get some for you."

Song Yichuan looked over, deeply moved. Wuwu, I'm touched.

Who says my Brother Yu is scheming? Isn't he obviously a warm, caring man!

Want to sit in the Yan Family's top seat, huh?

Just wait for your bro to help you!

As soon as the thought fell, the Yan Family members froze and turned toward Song Yichuan in unison.

Damn, he really dared to say it! A childish voice shattered the tense atmosphere in the dining room.

Yan Siming ran in angrily. "Why didn't you call me for dinner?"

"What are you butting in for when the adults are eating?"

Yan Xudong put on a stern face. "Have you finished your homework?"

"Can't I eat if I haven't done my homework?"

Yan Siming suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Yan Jinyu. "Even that bastard can sit at the table, so why can't I?"

"Shut up!" Yan Qudong slammed his chopsticks onto the table. "Who taught you to speak like that? Apologize now!"

Yan Siming craned his neck. "I didn't do anything wrong. I won't apo—"

Yan Qudong was strict, but he had fathered a son late in life and could not bear to be too harsh.

Just as he was about to have the housekeeper take the child away, a thought rang out beside him. A brat this rude? I could slap three of him with one hand!

What does he mean by calling his biological brother a bastard?

Is he planning to acknowledge a thief as his father in the future?

If I were the one taking over this mess, I'd definitely discipline my son properly. What if one day he joined forces with outsiders to scam the family fortune? By then, there'd be nowhere to cry!

Yan Siming could hear the thoughts. His face turned red, then white. He opened his mouth to argue, but many words were censored, and all he managed to blurt out was, "Big Brother is my real brother! I'm afraid of what he says!"

Without warning, a slap cut Yan Siming off. Clutching his cheek, he stared at Yan Xudong in disbelief. "Y-You actually hit me!"

"Say one more word," Yan Qudong ground out through clenched teeth, his expression vicious, "and get out with your cheap big brother!"

Damn, that's basically solid proof of the cuckolding!

Exciting!