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"Wow—" Everyone in the venue was startled, except for the three men from the Yan Family, who seemed to have anticipated this and did not react much.
The lights began to flash, accompanied by the lively rhythm of the Ode to Joy. A beautiful woman in a black low-cut fitted gown jumped out, holding a champagne glass, and leaped into Yan Junhong's arms, exclaiming, "Happy Birthday, Master Yan!"
At this moment, everyone finally reacted, cheering and clapping. Some male guests even whistled in agreement.
Yan Junhong smiled as he embraced the woman and nodded at his brothers, Yan Yuhao and Yan Yulong.
Xia Xihe finally snapped out of his daze and incredulously asked Yan Yulong, "Is this... the gift you and your brother prepared?"
"Yes," Yan Yulong replied casually.
The eccentricities of wealthy people were indeed hard to fathom, Xia Xihe thought to himself.
At this time, the woman walked to the center of the stage amidst the cheers and began to dance seductively to the music.
Her wavy hair shimmered under the lights, and her ample bosom was wrapped tightly in her gown, swaying with her movements as she struck alluring poses. Her actions and expressions were quite practiced; it was clear that pleasing men was her forte.
The male guests cheered and clapped enthusiastically, while the female guests appeared somewhat disinterested.
Xia Xihe watched the dancing woman, increasingly feeling that she looked familiar.
It wasn't until she finished her dance and returned to him, pouting her red lips playfully, that he recognized her!
"Uh..." Xia Xihe realized! This woman was the one who had fought him for a crystal at the boutique—Sister Juan!
How did she become a gift from Yan Yulong to his father?! This was too bizarre!
Xia Xihe stared in shock at her and Yan Yulong. Yan Yulong could read his thoughts from his expression; he shrugged nonchalantly and grinned wickedly.
What a terrifying smile... Xia Xihe shivered.
Yan Yulong loudly asked his father, "Dad, this 'gift' is something I specially picked out for you this year. Do you like it?"
At that moment, Sister Juan noticed the young man beside Yan Junhong. She opened her mouth in surprise and recognized him. "You..."
Yan Yulong deliberately smiled sweetly at her. "Sister Juan, long time no see. Thank you for coming to my dad's birthday party."
"Your dad...?!" Sister Juan looked at Yan Junhong in astonishment.
The reason she was here today was that her benefactor, He Hui, had sent her with the intention of using her to please Yan Junhong.
She only knew that Yan Junhong was a powerful figure in the Underworld, and she was quite eager to get close to him.
But she could never have imagined that the boy she had mocked a few days ago was actually Yan Junhong's son! And judging by his tone, it seemed he had specifically requested her to be sent here! What was his purpose? Was he going to take revenge on her?
Fear welled up inside her as she looked pleadingly at He Hui, who was standing among the crowd.
He Hui caught her gaze and immediately stepped forward, smiling obsequiously as he nodded and bowed to Yan Junhong.
"Mr. Yan, it's a pleasure to attend your birthday party. I'm truly blessed with Three Lifetimes of Fortune..."
Yan Junhong ignored him and simply sipped his drink leisurely. He Hui's face turned awkward, and Yan Yulong patted his shoulder.
"Don't mention it. Go have some drinks and get to know everyone."
"Yes, yes..." He Hui replied eagerly, and before leaving, he instructed Sister Juan, "Make sure to serve Mr. Yan well."
Sister Juan nodded with a troubled expression, while Yan Yulong chuckled lightly and took out a small ornament from his pocket right in front of her—it was the crystal vase that Sister Juan had broken that day.
"Dad, here’s something for you to play with."
"Oh?" Yan Junhong picked it up and examined it. Yan Yulong winked at him as if sharing a secret signal.
Sister Juan's face turned pale, and the arrogance she had displayed earlier had completely vanished.
Yan Junhong smiled knowingly at his younger son before walking away. Sister Juan stood there in a daze, pushed along by Wu Xin and several bodyguards to follow Yan Junhong. After they had walked far away, Xia Xihe, who was already filled with questions, could no longer hold back and asked:
"Mr. Yan... why did you give that woman to your dad? And what about that crystal..."
Before he could finish, Yan Yulong shot him a glare and said something completely unrelated: "Call me husband."
"What?"
"What do you mean 'what'? If you don’t call me husband, I’ll strip you naked and push you into the cake." Yan Yulong threatened, pointing at the cake nearby.
"No way!" Xia Xihe shook his head vigorously in panic. He was already feeling dizzy, and shaking like that only made him feel more disoriented.
"Call me husband." Yan Yulong repeated.
"Husband, husband, husband!" Xia Xihe shouted randomly.
"Good boy." Yan Yulong patted his head with satisfaction. Xia Xihe felt slightly more awake but suddenly realized: wait, he had questions to ask...
"Yan... husband, um... I wanted to ask you..."
"Oh, you're talking about that woman?" Yan Yulong said cruelly, "My father ruins the 'gifts' we send every year, and I'm still worried about what to send this year. I saw that woman and thought her 'quality was good,' so I chose her. Got it?"
"Not really..." Xia Xihe said blankly.
"Hehe... it doesn't matter, just pay attention to tomorrow's newspaper."
"Huh?"
Just then, Yan Yulong's cousin, Yan Yuhan, walked over with a serious expression.
"Xiaolong, can you spare some time?"
"What for?" Yan Yulong replied dismissively.
"Colin wants to talk to you..."
"I have nothing to say to him," Yan Yulong said coldly, causing Yan Yuhan to sigh softly.
"Stop being stubborn. If there's a misunderstanding, just resolve it properly. Dragging it out is not good for anyone."
Yan Yulong remained silent, but his attitude seemed to soften a bit. Yan Yuhan continued, "I know he upset you, but this time, please do it for my sake and clear things up with him."
Yan Yulong glanced at him sideways and finally said, "Fine, but only this once."
"Thank you." Yan Yuhan smiled in relief.
Before leaving, Yan Yulong looked down at Xia Xihe and noticed that he still had a flushed face, seemingly still under the influence of alcohol.
"Are you okay?"
"Uh? Oh... I'm fine." Xia Xihe quickly waved his hand, and as soon as he finished speaking, he let out a burp.
"Really okay?" Yan Yulong frowned.
"Nothing's wrong..." Xia Xihe covered his mouth, trying to suppress the urge to burp.
"If you're not feeling well, go see that old man." Yan Yulong pointed to Wu Xin, who was attending to the guests.
"Alright..."
"I'll be back soon." Yan Yulong patted him and followed Yan Yuhan into the nearby garden.
After he left, Xia Xihe continued to cover his mouth.
Why does his head feel heavy and his feet light, as if there's pressure in his stomach? He wouldn't be feeling nauseous, would he... Just then, a wave of acidity indeed surged up from his abdomen.
If he threw up here, it would be so embarrassing!
Xia Xihe anxiously looked around and happened to see Wu Xin standing alone not far away. He quickly covered his mouth and staggered over.
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