Yan Xianjue wasn't exaggerating.
Zhou Ye usually kept a low profile, but as the Zhou Household's sole heir, his status was no less prestigious than Yan Xianjue's as the young master of the Yan Household.
He was simply more outgoing, and since he had known Yan Xianjue since childhood, he didn't mind Yan Xianjue's occasional smugness. He truly wasn't Yan Xianjue's little lackey.
Hearing his explanation, Shen Fangli couldn't help laughing.
After all, plenty of people at school really did see Zhou Ye as Yan Xianjue's follower.
It wasn't until the Zhou Household's graduation banquet that they suddenly realized they had overlooked such a promising catch.
Shen Fangli teased, "Isn't it because he's always calling you Brother Yan? That gave everyone the wrong idea."
Yan Xianjue raised his brows and smiled.
"Zhou Ye doesn't have a single romantic nerve in his body. There's no point in those people hoping."
"The Zhou Household has believed in free love since Grandpa Zhou's generation."
Thinking about it, Shen Fangli agreed.
Still, she smiled and steered the conversation back. "Even so, you're still the most important one."
Though they meant different things, such similar words still left Yan Xianjue momentarily dazed.
Carefree Master had said something similar before he died—that Yan Xianjue was the most important one.
He pulled her into his arms and muttered, "I never knew I was this important to you."
He used a deliberately indifferent tone to conceal himself.
But how could Shen Fangli fail to sense that flicker of disappointment in him?
She wrapped her arms around him in return. "You're just that important."
Then she suddenly said, "You seem thinner."
Yan Xianjue tapped his fingers against her back. "That's not nearly so dramatic. I only ate vegetarian food for a few days."
"On purpose?" Shen Fangli asked, tilting