The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

The next night.

It was Yan Jiangshan's 60th birthday.

Yan Bei and Liu Xiaopeng had already made arrangements in advance. They would celebrate Yan Jiangshan's 66th birthday at the Yan family villa.

Because tomorrow morning is the day of the birthday banquet.

Guests will arrive one after another.

Therefore, the banquet venue needs to be arranged in advance.

Liu Xiaopeng and Zhang Wenwen also arrived at the Yan family villa.

Yan Bei and Shen Qing began to make arrangements.

"Let's decorate Dad's sixty-sixth birthday banquet ourselves," Yan Bei said.

Liu Xiaopeng nodded. "Okay, let's get started now. After all, it's a fairly large project. We need to make the arrangements tonight."

"Yes, yes. We men do the big projects, and the women help us pass things and do some simple decorations."

“Okay,” Shen Qing and Zhang Wenwen agreed.

The night was as dark as ink, quietly seeping into every corner of the Yan family villa.

Tomorrow marks Yan Jiangshan's 66th birthday banquet, and the festive and solemn atmosphere has already permeated this magnificent mansion.

At this moment, the villa was brightly lit, as if it were daytime, which contrasted sharply with the tranquility outside the window.

The four of them got busy. There was no one else around, except for Zhang Ma who occasionally helped out with small tasks.

In the center of the living room was a long table covered with a brand-new bright red tablecloth, which would be the main table for tomorrow's birthday banquet.

Yan Bei and Liu Xiaopeng carefully pasted a pair of huge "longevity" paper-cuts on the background wall in the center of the living room.

Then Liu Xiaopeng began carrying boxes of beautifully packaged longevity peaches and longevity noodles into the restaurant.

After finishing, they carefully checked the longevity peaches for any damage.

Then a satisfied smile appeared on his face. "Not bad, not bad. This 'Longevity of Pine and Crane' dough sculpture is really exquisite. Dad will definitely like it."

Long tables were placed on both sides of the large living room.

Shen Qing and Zhang Wenwen laid out tablecloths and set out tableware in the restaurant.

They carefully arranged each set of brand-new blue and white porcelain bowls and plates neatly, and thoughtfully placed a red napkin with the words "May your happiness be as boundless as the Eastern Sea" printed on it next to the chopsticks.

……

With the diligent efforts of several people, the scene needed for tomorrow's birthday banquet was quickly set up.

"Dad will be so happy to see how much effort we've put into decorating tomorrow," Liu Xiaopeng said, wiping the sweat from his brow. His eyes were filled with anticipation as he looked at the newly renovated, spacious living room.

“Of course,” Yan Bei said as he walked over. “It’s a sixty-sixth birthday celebration, so it has to be grand and impressive. There will be quite a few guests tomorrow, and if we don’t do it well, it will be a disgrace to the Yan family.”

Every detail reflects deep respect and blessings for the family head, Yan Jiangshan.

This also shows everyone's respect for the Yan family.

At this moment, Shen Qing spoke up, "Brother, Wenwen, it's getting late. Why don't you stay here? I'll ask Sister Zhang to tidy up a room for you."

Zhang Wenwen said, "No need, cousin. We still need to pack up when we get home, and we need to change clothes tomorrow. If there's nothing else, we'll head back."

Liu Xiaopeng nodded in agreement, "Yes, we'll head back now and come back early tomorrow morning."

"Alright then," Shen Qing said. "Be careful on your way back."

Shen Qing and Yan Bei saw Liu Xiaopeng and Zhang Wenwen off.

Then, Shen Qing returned to the living room and sighed, "It's finally all done. Tomorrow we'll be welcoming our guests."

Yan Bei smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, my wife."

"Don't be so formal. Isn't it what I should do? But thinking about how many people will be coming tomorrow, I'm actually a little nervous."

"What's there to be nervous about? You're the lady of the house."

Shen Qing nodded. "Okay, let's go upstairs and rest. We have to get up early tomorrow, and we can't keep the guests waiting."

"Okay. We also need to arrange for someone to pick up Dad and Aunt Yang first thing tomorrow morning."

"Uh-huh."

Shen Qing and Yan Bei went upstairs.

I went straight to bed when I got to the bedroom.

I might be a little tired from being busy just now.

……

The next morning, Shen Qing was woken up by her alarm clock.

She sat up and woke up Yan Bei, who was sitting next to her. Today was an important day, so she had gotten up much earlier than usual.

"Honey, wake up, it's already daylight."

Yan Bei opened his eyes groggily.

After exchanging a few words with Shen Qing, he sat up.

Then he took out his phone and dialed Yang Jian's number.

"Go and bring my dad and the others to the Yan family villa now."

"I understand, Master Yan."

"Ah."

Then Yan Bei hung up the phone and got out of bed.

He started taking a shower and getting ready.

Shen Qing wasn't idle either; she was also choosing a dress for herself to wear today from the dressing room.

In the spacious walk-in closet, light filters through the blinds, creating interplay of light and shadow, while the air is filled with a subtle yet luxurious fragrance.

After a while.

Yan Bei walked over shirtless.

Shen Qing glanced at Yan Bei several times.

Even after all these years, Yan Bei still has such a great figure.

At that moment, Yan Bei caught Shen Qing's gaze.

He joked, "Honey, what are you looking at? If you like it, you can watch as much as you want tonight."

"Get lost, stop messing around," Shen Qing said.

"I wasn't making a fuss. I saw that your eyes were glued to me."

"No, not at all!" Then Shen Qing went about her own business.

Yan Bei curled the corners of her lips and smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror.

A confident expression appeared on his face.

With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, the smooth muscle lines of his back gleamed with a healthy honey-colored sheen in the morning light, and every inch of his muscles exuded a sense of power—the result of years of disciplined fitness training.

He casually picked up a silk robe and draped it over his arm, but didn't put it on. He walked steadily toward the custom-made suit section.

His fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles, moving among a row of neatly hung, perfectly ironed suits.

My gaze swept over the calm navy blue and classic charcoal gray, finally settling on a deep ink blue Italian handmade bespoke suit.

Yan Bei gently took off her clothes.

Then she changed into the white shirt hanging next to her. Next, she put on the suit she had chosen.

Finally, she put on a tie that her wife had bought for her.

The man in the mirror had a handsome, cold face and deep, sharp eyes.

After checking his expensive watch one last time to make sure everything was in order, Yan Bei turned around, strode away from the dressing room, and then walked out of the bedroom.

Shen Qing had already chosen her dress.

A black silk dress.

Because this dress matches the jewelry she bought yesterday.

Shen Qing quickly changed into her dress, put on her jewelry, and did her makeup before going downstairs.

As the hostess, she couldn't keep her guests waiting.