The Wen Household's Young Master

Zhong Mohan lowered his gaze, his usually distant eyes openly and unabashedly sizing up the young man lounging lazily on the sofa.

"He's so handsome. I've never seen anyone this handsome before," Zhong Sirui chattered beside him. "Cousin, you said I'm good-looking too. If I went after him, wouldn't the two of us be a match made in heaven?"

"He's the Wen Household's young master. If you have the courage, you can give it a try."

The moment she heard he was the Wen Household's young master, Zhong Sirui immediately fell silent.

"He's that sickly young master from the Wen Household who was sent abroad when he was little?"

At the words "sickly," Zhong Mohan frowned instinctively.

"Have you still not learned that trouble comes from the mouth?"

Zhong Sirui hurriedly apologized. "It just slipped out. Everyone says it—I didn't mean to offend him."

The Zhong Household had strict rules, and naturally did not permit its members to casually disparage others or laugh at their misfortune.

Zhong Sirui had followed Zhong Mohan around since childhood. After being reprimanded, she immediately dared not speak again, though her eyes still could not help drifting toward Wen Chengze. Were sickly beauties all this stunning?

The Wen family had arrived late, and Wen Chengze had not sat in the corner for long before the banquet was about to officially begin.

He rose and walked toward Father Wen and Wen Chenglin, quietly taking his place beside them.

At that moment, everyone stared fixedly toward the staircase.

They had naturally heard quite a bit about the new head of the household, but they did not know whether it was truly that person. After all, everything they had heard so far had merely been rumors.

Under everyone's expectant gazes, Old Master Zhong, the Zhong Household's current head, slowly descended the stairs with the support of his grandson. Dressed in a traditional Chinese suit, his eyes were cloudy yet unable to conceal their sharp glint. One look was enough to tell that the old gentleman was no ordinary man.

Wen Chengze's gaze swept over Old Master Zhong before shifting to the person at his side.

His breathing caught slightly. Zhong Mohan?

They shared the surname Zhong, so it was easy to guess that he was the Zhong Household head's grandson.

Wen Chengze had not expected to encounter Zhong Mohan on such an occasion, and his mind immediately began turning.

Zhong Mohan's standing in the entertainment industry was now unshakable. He had debuted in his teens and, before even reaching thirty, had already become the industry's uncrowned king. That was not something family background alone could achieve. A man like him could not possibly be some useless young master who had entered the entertainment industry merely to play around.

The new head of the Zhong Household, who was about to take over, was likely far from simple.

Wen Chengze decided that when he returned tonight, he needed to properly discuss the Zhong Household with his father and brother.

The ascension of such a new head would inevitably stir up a storm of blood and violence. He had to ensure that no one in the Wen Household came to harm.

While Wen Chengze was thinking, Old Master Zhong had already reached the center of the banquet hall.

Looking over those who had attended the banquet, Old Master Zhong calmly delivered a few polite remarks before finally getting to the main event of the evening.

"I believe everyone knows the true purpose of tonight's banquet. Today, I am formally introducing the Zhong Household's new head to you all. My grandson, Zhong Mohan, will succeed me as the head of the Zhong Household. I hope everyone will look after him in the future."

Most of the guests had been prepared for this, but when it was truly announced, it still caused a tremendous stir throughout the banquet hall.

Wen Chengze swept his gaze across the room and already had a rough understanding of the situation.

These people feared the Zhong Household, but their eyes also revealed greed they could not hide.

Those eager to break away from the Zhong Household showed delight upon hearing the announcement. Wen Chengze guessed they thought that Zhong Mohan came from the entertainment industry.

Wen Chengze could not help scoffing inwardly. If Zhong Mohan had truly been like those ordinary entertainers, how could he possibly have risen to prominence in such a chaotic, mixed-bag place?

Among those who supported the Zhong Household, some had begun entertaining certain ideas. This new head had yet to marry. If they could form a marriage alliance with him, they would truly rise to the heavens in a single step.

Of course, there were also some who appeared utterly calm and unreadable. Father Wen and Wen Chenglin were especially prominent among them.

It was exactly as expected. There was nothing to be surprised about.

Zhong Mohan's gaze also swept through the hall. It was more or less the same as the information he had gathered.

However, when his gaze fell upon the Wen father and sons, Zhong Mohan paused for several seconds before casually looking away.

The Wen Household seemed somewhat more troublesome than he had anticipated.

With the important matter announced, the banquet continued and returned to its previous liveliness. As for what everyone truly had in mind, only they themselves knew.

As the new head of the household, Zhong Mohan was naturally the focus of the entire gathering. Before long, quite a few people had surrounded him.

Seeing this, the Wen father and sons did not go over to join them. Congratulations could be offered anytime; there was no need to crowd around him now.

Wen Chengze's gaze lingered for quite some time on the new head who was surrounded by people.

Even with so many people flattering him, the man still wore a cold expression, and his eyes remained distant and indifferent to the extreme.

Watching those people fawn over him, Wen Chengze found it rather amusing. They would probably all end up drawing water with a bamboo basket. This new head did not look like someone who could be controlled.

What Wen Chengze did not know was that every person surrounding Zhong Mohan was nervous beyond measure.

Although Zhong Mohan was nearly thirty this year, he was still practically a child in their eyes. Yet for some reason, in his presence, these seasoned veterans of the business world felt pressure. Some even wanted to flee from his side, but for the sake of the future, they still forced themselves to stay and tried to win him over.

The people around Zhong Mohan changed wave after wave. Only when there were fewer people at his side did Father Wen bring his two sons over to greet him.

They had not noticed it from afar, but now that they were close, a powerful sense of oppression bore down directly upon the three men of the Wen Household. Both Father Wen and Wen Chenglin were secretly alarmed.

They suddenly felt that Zhong Mohan possessed far more imposing presence than they did, despite their many years navigating the business world.

Wen Chengze, standing beside them, remained very calm.

At this point, whether it was toward the Zhong Household or other Lineages harboring special intentions, the best approach was to stay out of it. They could avoid getting involved if possible. Avoiding disputes altogether was impossible, but they absolutely could not get close to the core of the conflict.

Otherwise, one careless misstep could drag down the entire Lineage. In this regard, the Wen family was unusually united.

Zhong Mohan met many people that night, but the Wen family was truly the most unusual one there.