Lin Changfeng clicked his tongue. "We've met before, you even called me 'brother'!"
Shen Huaian glanced at him suspiciously.
Lin Changfeng straightened his sleeves, handed him a business card, and then revealed his refined and handsome profile. " Lin Changfeng."
Shen Huaian took it and looked at it, then suddenly realized. "You're that Lin Fox?"
Lin Changfeng nodded, finally recognizing him.
However, Shen Huaian didn't have a good impression of this philandering fox.
Why are you looking for me instead of handsome men and beautiful women?
Shen Qianshan had glanced in their direction several times already, but Lin Changfeng, not wanting to spoil their impression, simply smiled and left it at that.
"I just haven't seen you in a long time, so I came over to say hello."
Shen Huaian glanced indifferently at Yu Zhao in the corner, who happened to look over timidly and then looked at Lin Changfeng, stammering.
Delicate, pitiful, and adorable.
Shen Huaian scoffed lightly. "Now that you've said your greetings, you can leave."
"Don't be so heartless. Your brother and I might have a chance to work together in the future."
Seeing that Shen Huaian seemed uninterested and his gaze kept drifting towards Wen Jiu, Lin Changfeng muttered under his breath, "Tsk tsk, sister-in-law is really protecting Feng Chi tightly."
Shen Huaian raised an eyebrow slightly. He didn't seem so stupid anymore, even without Wen Jiu by his side. His expression was cool. "Are you Perpetual Motion Machines too?"
Lin Changfeng choked slightly, suppressing a laugh, "That's right!"
Not far away, Shen Qianshan, who was keeping a close eye on his younger brother, saw the two chatting happily and immediately turned to walk over. Unexpectedly, he noticed a sharp gaze.
Turning around, I saw a silver-haired beauty sitting alone in the corner, drinking alone.
The beautiful woman had long, silver-white hair. She seemed oblivious to the many eyes that fell on her, pouring herself wine with an elegant and unrestrained demeanor.
Noticing Shen Qianshan's gaze, she simply smiled slowly and raised her glass of red wine to him.
Then, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
Shen Qianshan frowned slightly and subtly withdrew his gaze.
For some reason, he always had the illusion that a venomous snake was clinging to his back, with a gun pointed at the back of his head.
Next comes the gift-giving process, which is mostly for adults. Of course, the younger members of the Feng Family will also be pushed up by their respective branches to make a good impression.
Taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was finally diverted, Wen Jiu secretly pulled Feng Chi aside.
"Don't rush, don't rush, it'll be ready soon."
Feng Chi nodded obediently. "I'm not in a hurry."
You're not in a hurry, but I am! Wen Jiu knows Feng Chi is also going to deliver gifts. Even though he doesn't have to carry them himself, he should at least be there, right?
"Close your eyes!"
Feng Chi smiled and obediently closed her eyes.
Even though he guessed what it was, Feng Chi's heart still skipped a beat when the cool-to-the-touch ring slipped onto his finger.
This wedding ring has a simple design, with no other patterns except for a few smooth, wavy lines, and only the couple's names are engraved on the inner circle.
Feng Chi lowered his head and gently stroked the ring on his ring finger, his eyes gleaming with a bright smile.
"I was short on time, so I... I bought it at a roadside shop." Wen Jiu couldn't stand his expression; it made her heart ache. "I didn't have time to order a custom-made one, so I just had it carved myself. The lettering is ugly."
When I took the Feng Chi out, it had two English letters: WJ
"It's very beautiful, I like it very much."
Feng Chi back on and reached out to pull the person into his arms.
"Our rings are still being made to order. You often take them off for events, so I didn't tell you beforehand. I didn't expect you to buy them on your own initiative."
In fact, the couple had prepared their wedding rings long ago, but Feng Chi was hesitant to take them out because he was worried that Wen Jiu would find them annoying while recording shows and filming.
Feng Chi spoke, he couldn't help but kiss Wen Jiu's forehead again, saying with great affection, "I'm so surprised, A-Jiu."
Wen Jiu turned her face away, stubbornly saying, "Anyway, I've already bought it, so you're not allowed to take it off even if you don't like it."
It cost him over ten thousand yuan.
If he dares to pick it, Wen Xiaojiu dares to tear up the agreement!
Feng Chi smiled and nodded, "I won't pick them."
"Alright." Wen Jiu felt weak all over from his laughter and hurriedly pushed him towards the center, "Go, go!"
Wen Jiu came here to protect Feng Chi from being bullied. She originally thought that Old Master Feng was the kind of unreasonable and bad old man, so why would he prepare a gift for him?
Besides, he didn't have any money.
When Wen Xiaojiu bought those wedding rings, the poor migrant worker spent all his savings, and now he's penniless.
But upon meeting him, Wen Jiu discovered that Old Master Feng was not the kind of person she had imagined, and that he treated Feng Chi very well. Feeling a little embarrassed, Wen Jiu tugged at Feng Chi's sleeve.
" Feng Chi, I'll wait for you over there."
Feng Chi: "Hmm?"
Wen Jiu awkward, being looked at with such tender eyes by the man, and for some reason, she couldn't say anything. Wen Jiu pointed at Shen Huaian, "I'm going to play with him."
Not far away, Shen Huaian estimated that he was also an ally with the same phone number as his wife, Bigshot Feng nodded in relief.
The two little ones hugged and greeted each other, clearly excited.
"Second Brother!"
"Little brother!"
Shen Qianshan was quietly listening to Old Master Feng's speech when two suppressed but excited shouts suddenly drifted over, forcefully silencing the old man's voice.
President Shen slowly turned around, a question mark appearing on his head.
When did he get a younger brother?
Seeing this, Lin Changfeng chuckled and whispered in Shen Qianshan's ear, "When did President Shen adopt a younger brother?"
Shen Qianshan felt a pang of sadness, but Shen Huaian seemed very happy. As the older brother, he didn't want to spoil his younger brother's mood, so the President Shen pursed his lips, maintaining his expressionless face.
"Just acknowledged."
Lin Changfeng gained a new understanding of Shen Qianshan's brother-obsessed nature. While he was glad he hadn't acted rashly, he also felt a bit of schadenfreude, like watching a spectacle unfold.
In that case, wouldn't Feng Chi also have to call him "brother"?
Wen Jiu Shen Huaian, then secretly told him about his embarrassment. Shen Huaian sighed and comforted him.
"With President Feng around, what are you afraid of? President Feng giving gifts is the same as you giving gifts, just like when my brother gives me a gift and I just have to eat and drink along."
Wen Jiu was about to retort, "Is that how you describe it?"
Their attention was immediately drawn to the historically significant artifacts displayed on the stage.
Old Master Feng had a fondness for antique collections by renowned collectors, which was evident from the birthday gifts he received from various families.
" The Fang Family Dongcheng, with their painting of a hundred deer and a peach blossom."
Wen Jiu exclaimed in silent amazement: Wow!
" The Lin Family of Xicheng, with their colorful lantern featuring the Eight Immortals celebrating longevity."
Wen Jiu stared wide-eyed: OO
It sounds incredibly expensive, beyond what price can measure, and when it's displayed before your eyes, it's truly stunning.
" The Shen Family of Xicheng: a brush holder with ink-painted landscape design and wood grain, along with the Four Treasures of the Study; a set of celadon tea set."
A low gasp rippled through the crowd.
Looking at the exquisitely crafted, classically elegant, and even somewhat rustic collectibles on the stage, Wen Jiu couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "Wow!"
Even if you sold Wen Xiaojiu, you couldn't afford just one of them!
The Shen Family actually gave away so much in one go?!
Is that much sincerity involved???
Wait, the Shen Family...?
Wen Jiu turned to look at his second brother beside him. The boy was also staring wide-eyed in surprise, and after a long while, he exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Wow!"
Wen Jiu: "... Wasn't this a gift from your family?"
They act like they haven't seen this in centuries.
"That's right!" Shen Huaian turned to look at him, his puppy eyes sparkling. "That tea set was prepared for me by my brother. He said it wasn't right for me to eat for free, so he gave me a little extra."
Wen Jiu, who was just eating rice, felt subtly insulted. "So why are you 'wah' too!"
Why would someone patronize something they gave themselves?!
"Ah, I just couldn't resist imitating your cute expression," Shen Huaian said, smiling shyly. "I'm a little embarrassed."
To imitate someone poorly is like trying to imitate Dong Shi—it's neither fish nor fowl.
Wen Xiaojiu's cuteness is forever unique and irreplaceable!
Shen Huaian wiped away tears of emotion, "No wonder President Feng likes her."
Wen Jiu huffed and puffed as she moved to the side, determined to have a two-minute falling out with Shen Huaian!
Damn it, that evil capitalist brother!
Feng Chi prepared a long-lost masterpiece for the old man: The Night Banquet.
According to the emcee, this painting depicts the lavish scene of the emperor hosting guests from all directions during Prosperous Age period two thousand years ago, with hundreds of countries paying tribute.
After several wars, " The Night Banquet " had long since been lost overseas, and some archaeologists even suspect that it had been destroyed.
Old Master Feng's eyes were red, and his voice trembled as he asked Feng Chi where he had found it.
" In Italy, in the hands of a collector."
How did you find it?
Unlike the old man's agitated outburst, Feng Chi's tone remained calm and indifferent, yet Wen Jiu inexplicably detected a hint of warmth in his voice.
"You once said you wanted him to return to China."
Everyone present understood the unspoken meaning in the man's words.
He made the old man want it.
Feng Nian, who had never lost his composure in his life, burst into tears on the spot.
Damn, why did it suddenly get so emotional!
Wen Jiu was easily moved to tears, turned her back and secretly wiped away her tears.
She was thinking to herself, "Why don't I sing a play for the old man after the banquet to cheer him up?"
Thinking this, a cheerful voice suddenly drifted into my ears. "That's a good idea. The old man loves Peking Opera; you could give it a try."
Wen Jiu was startled and turned to look, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets!
Holy crap, where did this beauty come from?!
The newcomer was tall with long legs, fair skin, and beautiful features. Her long, straight, and gorgeous silver hair reached her waist, almost blinding the beauty-obsessed Wen Xiaojiu.
"What?" The beauty chuckled softly, her blood-red eyes shimmering. "Are you frightened?"