The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

Zhou Jiayu was the first to come to his senses. At this moment, Zhou Yanhuan had already walked up to the group. Upon seeing this, Zhou Yanhuan immediately teased, "Oh ho, what's wrong with our young lady today? Her makeup looks like a ghost, and she's dressed like a pure white lotus. Is she going to perform in an opera?"

As soon as Zhou Yanhuan finished speaking, Zhou Jiayu rolled his eyes without any politeness, and then calmly replied, "Hey, you disrespectful brat, how dare you talk to your older sister like that? Don't you even know who I look like now? What a ghost! If you don't believe me, call Grandpa right now and see if he'll fly over here right now and give you a good beating."

Zhou Yanhuan's words drew everyone's attention, and they came to their senses, carefully examining Zhou Yanhuan's familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar features.

Zhou Jiayue suddenly seemed to have discovered something and said uncertainly, "Huh, is it just my imagination? Why do I feel that Zhenzhen's makeup and features today look especially like Great-Grandma's? It's just like Great-Grandma when she was young!"

Hearing her sister Zhou Jiayue's words, Zhou Yanhuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile. She then replied smugly, "Haha, you have such good taste, sister! That's right, I specially put on this makeup today to imitate what Great-Grandma looked like when she was young. How is it? Does it look like her?" Then, she turned to the other men and said with a hint of sarcasm, "You men are all a bunch of deadbeat straight men. You have no sense of appreciation at all."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Zhou Jiayue suddenly had some thoughts flash through her mind. She said thoughtfully, "So, you've had a very busy schedule these past two weeks! Not only have you been editing videos and helping your brother and Xu Linfeng with their treatment, but you've also entrusted your child to the caregiver Rong Huaizhi. And what about you? Aside from meals, you've spent all your time in the dance studio. Could it be that you're planning to pick up dancing again, something you haven't practiced in years?"

Hearing his sister's words, Zhou Yanhuan secretly admired her keen intuition. However, he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he teased her a little, winking mischievously at her and saying with a smile, "Sister, don't be impatient! You'll find out soon enough! I can't tell you now, after all, this is the most crucial part of the whole plan!"

Watching his two younger sisters' conversation, Zhou Jiaze got a general idea of ​​what was going on. He realized that Zhou Yanhuan's sister seemed unwilling to reveal her plans. So, he slowly stood up from the sofa, looking expressionlessly at his younger sister, then turned his gaze to Zhou Yanhuan, offering a very impartial explanation: "Since everyone is ready, let's set off. Why dwell on these things here? Once we get to Mr. Si's banquet, the truth will naturally come out."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Jiaze turned and walked towards the door, gesturing for everyone to follow. Just then, Zhou Yanhuan suddenly appeared as if by magic, producing a mask from nowhere. She quickly walked to the youngest, Zhou Jiaxuan, and gently placed the mask on his face with a smile.

After putting on the mask, Zhou Yanhuan patted Zhou Jiaxuan's shoulder affectionately and said gently, "Xiao Xuan, you're also part of this birthday banquet. So, before we meet the birthday celebrant, please bear with this mask for now."

Zhou Jiaxuan and Zhou Yanhuan have always had a very close relationship, and he understands his older sister Zhou Yanhuan very well. Therefore, when Zhou Yanhuan does certain things, he can keenly perceive the deeper meaning behind them and has no doubt about his sister's motives.

Upon hearing his sister's words, Zhou Jiaxuan nodded obediently, indicating that he understood his sister Zhou Yanhuan's intentions. He knew that besides meeting with Mr. Luo Si, he had another important task upon returning to China: to complete the process of recognizing his ancestors and returning to his ancestral home under the appropriate circumstances.

However, this recognition of ancestry was not a return to the family in the general sense, but specifically referred to recognizing Mr. Luo Si. This was something Zhou Jiaxuan's grandmother had specifically instructed him to do, and he kept it in mind.

As dusk deepened, the gilded plaque was bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, as if frozen in time. Zhou Yanhuan held her sister Zhou Jiayue's hand tightly, walking at the head of the group and leading everyone forward.

Behind them stood Zhou Jiaze, Zhou Yanchuan, Zhou Jiayu, Feng Muyang, Zhou Jiaxuan, and Xu Linfeng, all wearing dark-colored ties with subtle patterns, matching their suits but appearing even more profound. Their platinum cufflinks gleamed coldly in the darkening sky, the metallic texture of their belt buckles intertwining with the reflection of their leather shoes, like a flowing dark river.

These men exuded an aroma of cedar and ambergris, a unique scent that conveyed both composure and mystery. Like a pack of cheetahs poised to pounce, they formed an impenetrable defensive line, tightly protecting Zhou Yanhuan and Zhou Jiayue in the center.

"Put the shawl on," Zhou Yanchuan said softly, then gently draped a navy blue shawl over Zhou Yanhuan's shoulders. His movements were gentle and meticulous, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquil twilight.

As he moved, the watch face shimmered slightly in the twilight, reflecting a faint glow. Zhou Yanchuan raised his hand and gently tapped the watch; this seemingly casual gesture was like a silent signal.

Instantly, the people behind him moved swiftly like well-trained soldiers. They moved their feet in perfect unison, quickly forming a semi-circular formation that protected Zhou Yanchuan and Zhou Yanhuan in the center.

At the same time, the gilded hinges of the door began to turn slowly, emitting a low hum. The sound was exceptionally clear in the silent twilight, as if the building was opening its arms to them.

As the gate hinges turned, the sunset poured in like a golden torrent, illuminating the procession. Bathed in the glow of the sunset, their figures resembled an elite army emerging from the night, solemn and imposing.

Everyone boarded the car, which started smoothly and sped off towards its destination. Time flew by as the wheels rolled, and after about 20 minutes, the car finally arrived at the gate of Jinglan Pavilion, a property owned by Zhou Yanhuan.

Today is the birthday banquet of the head of the second branch of the Si family, and Jinglan Pavilion has been booked out for the entire day specifically for this grand event. Therefore, the people greeting guests at the entrance are all trusted confidants of the Si family head, dressed in neat formal attire, smiling, and warmly welcoming each guest.

However, when Zhou Yanhuan and his group reached the entrance, they encountered a small problem. Because they did not have invitations, they were politely stopped by the greeters at the door.

"Miss, please show me your invitation." The voice was gentle, but carried an undeniable air of authority.