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It took a while for the two of them to come back to their senses.

"That person is from the Cen family..."

"Shh." Someone gestured to keep quiet.

Oh, yes, this Young Master Yan has always been at odds with the Cen family, so it’s better to say less about him.

Pei Wuxia had originally been uninterested in this boring exhibition, but when he saw that stunning face just now, he was stunned for a moment.

This was the third time she had seen the man.

But the first two times, he was with Pei Wuhua, the man who made her hate him so much.

She usually hangs out with the ladies in the socialite circle, and the young men she meets are all from similar social classes. It was her first time to go to an event like the one at the Ruan family, and at a glance, there were not many familiar faces.

Only then did she realize that the circle she had previously thought she was in contact with was actually narrow-minded and narrow-minded.

As for this man who could enter the Ruan and Yan families freely, she had never heard of him before. But seeing the secretive expressions on his faces, she knew that his identity must be extremely extraordinary.

But this extraordinary man happened to be involved with Pei Wuhua.

Pei Zongming understood something when he saw his usually arrogant daughter staring at that direction without moving.

"That's Yan Yan. The organizer of this exhibition is his mother's family. The Cen City Hotel is also his family's property. Among the noblemen in the imperial capital, he ranks first in terms of talent, appearance, family background, and character."

Pei Wuxia clenched his fingers slightly, and the ambition and desire in his eyes reached its peak from this moment.

Why can't she fight for a man with an excellent family background and good looks?

How could that unlucky and lonely star who brought misfortune to his parents be compared to me? !

She subconsciously raised her hand and touched the jade pendant hanging on her chest.

What belongs to her must be taken away by any means necessary.

Yan Wantong also came today. She was wearing a sky blue cheongsam and had a slim and graceful figure. From a closer look, she had fair skin and beautiful looks. She was intelligent and gentle. It was impossible to guess her age. When standing with those young people in their twenties and thirties, she looked like they were of the same age, and her temperament was even better.

People who engage in art seem to be born with a bonus of temperament, which makes them more eye-catching than ordinary people.

There was also a man standing next to her, wearing a silver-gray suit, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and a great figure.

The man lowered his head slightly and said something to Yan Wantong. The beauty immediately covered her lips and smiled, her eyes and eyebrows smiling, her charm was charming.

Someone came over to say hello, and the man turned around and responded faintly. Only then did they see his full appearance.

His hair was dyed with a few strands of red, and he had a fierce yet gentle face. His bright eyes had a hint of polite distance, and his lips were curled up in a half-smile, making him look arrogant and cold, and difficult to approach.

This face is not unfamiliar. He is an international first-class violinist who has been popular for decades and has countless male and female fans.

He is proficient in hundreds of musical instruments and has won numerous awards. He is the most outstanding talent in the history of the music industry and a national treasure. Although he looks young and handsome, he is already in his forties and has not yet married.

"Mother."

Yan Yan walked over and greeted Yan Wantong first, then nodded to the man next to him: "Uncle."

"Ayan is here. Your mother just complained to me that you are so busy all day that you are nowhere to be seen." Shang Yize teased him with a smile.

Shang Yi is Shang Jing's uncle, and the two families have always been on good terms, so Yan Yan has been calling him uncle since he was a child, just like Shang Jing.

"Zi Xiu, you're already an adult but you still like to tell on me like before." Yan Wantong glared at him in pretended anger.

Shang Yize was very naughty when he was young and no one could control him. In a fit of anger, his father sent him to the Yan family, asking him to learn some proper manners. Zixiu was the name given to him by old man Yan, in the hope that he would cultivate his character and be strict with himself.

"How dare I report Tongtong? It's so unfair to me."

The man shrugged, looked at her innocently and blinked. Maybe it was because of his good looks that such a slightly coquettish and begging expression did not look greasy at all, but rather cute.

"Don't call me that, you're not allowed to."

Shang Yize is six years younger than Yan Wantong, but he never calls her sister.

Her son was still watching beside her, and Yan Wantong was quite embarrassed, so she gave him a warning look that did not have much deterrent power.

Yan Yan, however, seemed to have noticed nothing and said calmly, "I'll go in first, you two can do whatever you want."

Watching him walk away, Shang Yi sighed softly, "This kid is still as cold as ever. He doesn't seem to be very close to you, his biological mother."

"Ayan has been like this since he was a child. My father used to take him to the temple to burn incense. The master in the temple even said that he had a connection with Buddhism," said Yan Wantong.

Shang Yize stroked his chin and thought: "He has such a selfless and self-disciplined character, is he going to become a monk in the future?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Wantong pinched his waist mercilessly.

The exhibition will officially begin at ten o'clock. The third floor of Yan Palace will be closed and no one else will be allowed to enter.

In the last five minutes, two good-looking men and women appeared from the entrance.

The man was wearing a blue suit and had all his hair pulled back. He was tall and had a handsome face. The slicked-back hair made him look particularly handsome. His beautiful peach blossom eyes looked at people nonchalantly, giving him the image of a bohemian nobleman.

The girl next to her was wearing a halter top dress of the same color. The bright color made her skin look glowing white. The dress was very close-fitting, and the smooth lines of the skirt made her waist look so pitifully thin, as if it would break if she was not careful.

A mesh hat hairpin was worn diagonally on her shoulder-length hair. On her delicate face were a pair of clear and lively almond-shaped eyes like a deer. The small flower-shaped mole under the corner of her eye was surrounded by painted flowers, and the mole became the pistil in the middle. The mesh covered half of her eyes vaguely, instantly filling her with a cold and mysterious temperament.

The guests of the exhibition arrived early, but these two people came on time. The security guard at the door couldn't help but look them over.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a handsome guy before?" The man glanced at him arrogantly, "Here, the invitation, look carefully."

As he spoke, he handed over a light blue invitation with a simple design.

It is indeed the Yan family’s special invitation style.

The security guard didn't dare to let him in easily and read the invitation carefully.

Pei family.

The security guard looked at the young man in front of him again and asked, "Are you Pei Lu, the eldest son of the Pei family?"

Tsk.

It turned out that Pei Qin had been lying to him before, otherwise how could someone not know that he was alive.

Pei Chen smiled, but there was a knife in his eyes: "I don't look like him?"

"Excuse me, please come in." The security guard bowed and welcomed the two people in.

He started to get confused only after the people had gone far away.

Didn't I hear that the eldest son of the Pei family is a gentle and polite gentleman? The person who just came in clearly looked like a bandit.