The banquet hall's crystal lights spilled over Wei Ziyun. He wore a suit he had stolen from who knew where, and it fit him surprisingly well, with sharp tailoring and straight shoulder lines.
With both hands in his pockets, Wei Ziyun stood posing in the shadows beside the stage, his chin slightly raised. He glanced casually at Wei Yinchen onstage as though watching a lousy one-man show. "I only took a few days off. It's not your turn to take charge of the Wei Family yet."
Wow.
Yin Sufang straightened in his seat, marveling again and again. A suit really was the best cosmetic treatment a man could get. Once Wei Ziyun took off his floral shirt and swept his hair back to expose his forehead, he looked like a completely different person.
If Wei Ziyun had looked like this that night, how could I have refused to let him touch me?! Why would I have run? I'd have pinned him down and fucked him till dawn!
Though Wei Ziyun stood lower than Wei Yinchen, his presence towered over him. Perhaps his sudden appearance had startled Wei Yinchen; he stood frozen for a long while before tossing aside the microphone. "Wei Ziyun, you actually dared to show up?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Wei Ziyun asked lazily. "It's a farewell party for the departing president. Shouldn't the president in question be here?"
Wei Yinchen froze. "You're voluntarily handing the president's position over to me?"
Wei Ziyun smiled and slowly stepped onto the stage with his long legs. He said nothing, seemingly neither confirming nor denying it.
"At least you have enough brains to realize Father's already cast you aside." Wei Yinchen regained some confidence. "Eldest Brother, leave the company to me without worrying. You can keep living as a rich playboy! Come