The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

Zhou Yanchuan completely ignored the diverse reactions of the people around him, continuing to express his views as if no one else was there: "Besides, everyone, please listen to my opinion first! I am her legitimate, undisputed, biological brother, and I'm standing right here right now, without showing the slightest bit of dissatisfaction. Jia Yu, why are you so insistent on meddling in my affairs? Look at you now, you're practically a match for Zhenzhen..." He's exactly the same kind of immature, delusional teenager he always talks about. To be honest, after careful observation and thoughtful consideration over the past few days, Rong Huaizhi is truly devoted and sincere towards our Zhenzhen. Shouldn't we trust the elders' judgment? Even the elders in the family have generously forgiven his past mistakes; you should also try to abandon your prejudices and biases. Besides... "Ah, their wedding date was set a long time ago, in just three months! So there's really no need to be so relentless in making things difficult for your sister's sweetheart right now! Even if he might have some shortcomings, or even made some mistakes in the past, we can dig those issues out and resolve them properly when he's about to get married. If we eventually find out he's not the kind of person we can rely on for life, then it won't be too late for us to step in and stop them from being together! But look at you making such a fuss right now, it's just making the whole situation incredibly awkward and embarrassing, and nobody's going to save face! Besides, I, as her older brother, am here to protect her. I doubt he'd dare do anything to hurt her feelings again! Otherwise, hmph, I definitely wouldn't let him off so easily!"

The instant Zhou Yanchuan finished speaking, time seemed to freeze. The entire space fell silent, as if an invisible hand had pressed a mute button. An indescribable, strangely awkward atmosphere spread like a plague, like an invisible veil gently yet tightly enveloping everyone present, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

All eyes turned to Zhou Yanchuan, whose handsome yet cold face remained expressionless, like a frozen sculpture. His deep eyes, which had been fixed on Zhou Jiayu, abruptly shifted away the moment he finished speaking, as if Zhou Jiayu were merely a complete stranger on the street.

Then, he shifted slightly, his seemingly languid posture casually adjusting his seat, but this subtle movement exuded an undeniable elegance and confidence. He continued in a nonchalant tone, "He sent me an incredibly exquisite set of painting tools a few days ago. The quality of those tools is beyond imagination; each brush is as delicate as a work of art, and each canvas exudes a unique woody fragrance. There's also a complete set of paints—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—everything imaginable, each color as vibrant as the sunset. And that's not all! He even specially prepared what is arguably the world's most advanced intelligent robot for my brother. That robot possesses the most advanced artificial intelligence system and a sophisticated, complex mechanical structure, specifically for my brother to disassemble and study, so he can better learn the advanced technology it contains."

Just as this seemingly casual yet profoundly meaningful statement drifted into the ears of everyone present like a feather, the already heavy and oppressive atmosphere became even more somber, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

Everyone gasped involuntarily, the chill running down their throats and into their hearts, making their hearts tremble. Disbelief and astonishment filled their faces, while they silently marveled, "My God! This newly returned younger brother—Zhou Yanchuan—is such a complete and utter siscon!"

Moreover, this doting affection for his younger sister has long surpassed the level of ordinary sibling affection, reaching an almost obsessive level. As the saying goes, love extends to everything connected to the beloved, and it is precisely because Zhou Yanhuan is deeply in love with Rong Huaizhi that he will unhesitatingly and wholeheartedly protect that man, even if it means facing numerous difficulties and challenges, he will never back down in the slightest.

Just as the awkward and stalemated atmosphere spread like a thick, impenetrable cloud, a clear, melodious cell phone ringtone suddenly rang out without warning. The sound, like an incredibly sharp sword, cleaved through the almost suffocating, deathly silence with overwhelming force.

The sudden sound was like a lightning bolt streaking across the dark night sky, instantly pulling everyone's attention away from the tense standoff. Whether it was the two sides who had been locked in a fierce standoff or the bystanders who had been quietly observing, everyone now turned their gaze to the source of the ringing, wondering whose phone had rung at such an inopportune moment…

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the soft carpet. Zhou Yanhuan, like a lazy cat, stretched out her limbs contentedly, half-reclined on the comfortable sofa. She casually fiddled with a beautifully embroidered cushion, as if it were a priceless treasure. Her gaze, however, wandered aimlessly to a corner of the ceiling, showing no intention of landing on the phone screen beside her.

However, when the phone rang abruptly, Zhou Yanhuan didn't even lift her eyelids. With remarkable ease and decisiveness, she extended a finger, swiped it lightly, and pressed the answer button. At the same time, she uttered a lazy, "Hello, who is this?"

Almost instantly, a voice that was all too familiar came from the other end of the phone. The voice was so loud and urgent that it seemed to penetrate the thick walls: "Hello, who is this? It's your manager, the one who's had the worst luck in the world!"

Hearing the voice, Zhou Yanhuan seemed to finally snap out of her daze. She paused for a moment, blinked as if waking from a dream, and then slowly looked down at the phone in her hand. Without hesitation, she pressed the speakerphone button and casually placed the phone on the coffee table in front of her.

In an instant, the agent Meng Jie's angry and anxious voice exploded like a lit firecracker in the spacious and bright living room, and began to echo endlessly.

Even so, Zhou Yanhuan still wore that nonchalant expression. She slowly adjusted her posture to make herself more comfortable before slowly saying, "Oh, it's Sister Meng. What's up? You know, you rarely call to bother me when I'm on vacation."