The Wen Household's Young Master

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

"He's so handsome. I've never seen anyone this handsome before." Zhong Sirui chirped beside him. "Cousin, you said I'm pretty too. If I pursued him, would the two of us count as 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 of the Wen Household who was sent abroad as a child?"

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

"Haven't you learned enough from the trouble caused by loose lips?"

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

The Zhong Household had strict rules, and naturally did not allow its members to casually disparage others or mock their misfortunes.

Zhong Sirui had followed Zhong Mohan since childhood. After being reprimanded, she immediately dared not speak again, though her gaze still drifted toward Wen Chengze. Were sickly beauties all this good-looking?

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 standing beside them.

At that moment, everyone was staring intently toward the staircase.

They had naturally received plenty of news about the new family head, but they did not know whether it was truly that person. After all, everything they had heard so far was still hearsay.

Under everyone's expectant gazes, Old Master Zhong, the current head of the Zhong Household, slowly descended the stairs with his grandson supporting him. His traditional Chinese suit, paired with eyes that were cloudy yet could not conceal their sharp gleam, made it clear at a glance that this old gentleman was no simple man.

Wen Chengze's gaze swept over Old Master Zhong before shifting to the person beside him.

His breathing caught slightly. Zhong Mohan?

They both had the surname Zhong, so it was easy to guess that this was the grandson of the Zhong family head.

Wen Chengze had not expected to see Zhong Mohan on an occasion like this, and his mind immediately began to turn.

Zhong Mohan's position in the entertainment industry was currently unshakable. He had debuted in his teens and, before even reaching thirty, had already become the uncrowned king of the industry. That was not something family background alone could achieve. A man like him was definitely not some useless young master who had entered show business merely for amusement.

This new family head who was about to take over the Zhong Household 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 appointment of such a new family head would inevitably stir up a storm of bloodshed. He had to ensure that the Wen family remained safe.

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

Looking over those attending the banquet, Old Master Zhong delivered a few unhurried pleasantries before finally reaching the main event of the evening.

"I believe everyone knows the true purpose of today's banquet. Today, I am formally introducing the new head of the Zhong Household 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."

Although most of the guests had already been prepared, the official announcement still caused quite a shock throughout the banquet hall.

Wen Chengze swept his gaze around the room, and he had already gained a rough understanding of the situation.

There was fear of the Zhong Household in these people's eyes, but at the same time, they revealed greed they could not conceal.

Those eager to break free from the Zhong Household showed delight upon hearing the announcement. Wen Chengze guessed that they probably looked down on Zhong Mohan because he came from the entertainment industry.

Wen Chengze could not help scoffing inwardly. If Zhong Mohan were really like those ordinary entertainers, how could he possibly have risen to prominence in such a chaotic, cutthroat place?

Among those who supported the Zhong Household, some began entertaining thoughts of their own. This new family head had yet to marry. If they could form a marriage alliance with him, they would truly soar to the heavens in a single step.

Of course, there were also some who appeared perfectly calm and impossible to read. Father Wen and Wen Chenglin were especially prominent among them.

There was nothing surprising about something they had expected.

Zhong Mohan's gaze also swept across the entire hall, and what he saw was more or less consistent with the information he had gathered.

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

The Wen Household seemed more troublesome than he had anticipated.

With the important matter announced, the banquet continued and regained its earlier liveliness. Yet only each person knew what thoughts they truly harbored.

As the new family head, Zhong Mohan was naturally the center of attention. Before long, quite a few people had gathered around him.

Seeing this, the Wen father and sons did not go over to join the crowd. Congratulations could be offered at any time; there was no need to force their way in now.

Wen Chengze's gaze lingered on the new family head surrounded by the crowd for quite some time.

Even with so many people flattering him, the man maintained a cold expression, his eyes 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 family 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, standing beside him made these seasoned business veterans feel pressured. Some even wanted to flee from Zhong Mohan's side, but for the sake of their future prospects, they still forced themselves to stay and try to win him over.

The people around Zhong Mohan changed batch after batch. When the crowd over there finally thinned, Father Wen led his two sons over to greet Zhong Mohan.

It had not seemed so bad from afar, but the moment they approached, that oppressive aura bore down directly on the three members of the Wen family. Father Wen and Wen Chenglin were both secretly alarmed.

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

Wen Chengze, standing beside them, remained very calm.

At this point, whether toward the Zhong Household or other families harboring ulterior motives, the best approach was to stay detached. They could keep their distance if possible. Avoiding conflict entirely was impossible, but they absolutely could not get close to the core of it.

Otherwise, one careless misstep could implicate the entire family. In this regard, the Wen family shared an unusual degree of tacit understanding.

That evening, Zhong Mohan met many people, but the entire Wen family was truly the most unusual group he had encountered.