Yan Xianjue ate breakfast with a stiff expression.
The family had long since grown used to it. They even found it a little funny.
Yan Wan casually ruffled her younger brother's wildly sticking-up hair and asked, "Want me to style your hair?"
Yan Xianjue's first instinct was to open his mouth and refuse. It wasn't as though the house lacked stylists; why should his sister have to trouble herself?
But then he remembered Yan Wan casually mentioning during breakfast, "Oh, right. Ji Heng said he's coming over this morning to deliver New Year's gifts."
Yan Xianjue immediately changed his answer. "Okay."
"Pfft." Walking behind them, Yan Ci couldn't hold back a laugh when he heard that okay.
Yan Xianjue shot him a glare.
Yan Ci hurriedly raised his hands. "This week is the family truce period."
Yan Wan linked an arm through each of theirs. "Ci Ci, you too."
This time, it was Yan Xianjue's turn to loudly mock Yan Ci. Yan Ci wore an expression of hesitation, wanting to refuse that sickeningly sweet nickname, yet feeling that if he did, Yan Wan would definitely have more words waiting for him.
In the end, he still spoke with a conflicted expression. "Big Sis, didn't we agree not to use childhood nicknames anymore?!"
Yan Wan shrugged, her face plainly saying, What's wrong with calling you that if I want to?
What else could Yan Ci say?
If the Yan Household's food chain were arranged as a pyramid, the youngest son would undoubtedly be the one perched right at the very top.
Yan Wan had once joked that when Yan Xianjue had first been born, she'd been afraid that speaking even a little too loudly would scare him to death.
Yan Ci, meanwhile, had been tough as nails since childhood.
So Yan