The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

The carved rosewood door was slowly pushed open halfway by a hotel waiter, and with a slight creak, a refreshing sandalwood scent wafted out. However, this tranquility was quickly broken by the crisp sound of jade pendants, a sound that seemed to pierce through the noise of the banquet hall and directly into everyone's ears.

Everyone turned to look at the sound, and saw a mixed-race woman dressed in a pale white retro cheongsam, holding half of an antique jade pendant. She walked gracefully into the banquet hall, as if stepping out of a painting. Her steps were light and steady, each one as if she were walking on clouds, exuding an indescribable elegance. Behind her followed three stern-faced young men, their steps perfectly synchronized, a stark contrast to the woman's grace.

A jade hairpin adorned the woman's hair, which was styled in a low bun, with a few stray strands falling beside her swan-like neck, adding to her languid air. A pair of teardrop-shaped pearl earrings dangled from her ears, swaying gently with her movements and reflecting a soft halo. A string of white crystal beads loosely wrapped around her wrist, tinkling like the gentle splashing of a mountain spring with every movement.

The sounds of clinking glasses and lively conversation at the banquet ceased abruptly the moment the woman stepped in, as if someone had pressed a pause button. Dozens of gazes, like searchlights, focused on these women, as if trying to see right through them.

Si Moyuan, the second master of the Si family, was sitting in a rosewood armchair. His cloudy eyes were originally somewhat unfocused, but when his gaze fell on the half of the jade pendant in the woman's hand, it suddenly lit up as if it had been ignited. He stared intently at the jade pendant, as if it were the most important thing in his life.

In a corner of the banquet hall, several members of the Si family were whispering among themselves, their eyes all fixed on the half-jade pendant. One of them suddenly said in a low voice, "Isn't this the token that Elder Si mentioned was for the mistress of his second wife? How did it end up in this young girl's hands?"

"How dare you!" Upon seeing this, Si Yanjing's face darkened, and he shouted angrily, "Is this a place you can just barge into?" His voice was particularly loud in the silent banquet hall, carrying a hint of authority.

However, Si Moyuan raised his hand to stop him. The old man stood up shakily from his seat, his voice trembling with excitement: "Wait... this jade pendant..."

Zhou Yanhuan, leading Zhou Jiaze, Zhou Jiayue, Zhou Yanchuan, and Zhou Jiaxuan (whose face was partially obscured by a mask), Feng Muyang, and Xu Linfeng, strode confidently through the crowd towards Old Master Si Moyuan. Their steps were firm and confident, completely ignoring the gazes of Si Yanjing and everyone else present.

Zhou Yanhuan stopped in front of Si Moyuan, carefully examining the venerable old man. Si Moyuan sat upright in a rosewood armchair, his silver hair neatly combed, not a strand out of place, showing no signs of his advanced age. He wore a long, flowing black brocade robe, its hem fluttering, and a jade pendant hung at his waist, further enhancing his elegant demeanor. Although the pendant's design and craftsmanship were rather rough, Zhou Yanhuan recognized it as the other half of a dragon and phoenix pairing.

Si Moyuan's every gesture exuded the composure unique to a noble family, as if nothing in the world could disturb his peace of mind. Despite being over ninety years old, his back remained straight, without the slightest bend, as if time had left few marks on him. His skin, though wrinkled, radiated a healthy glow, and his eyes were clear and deep, like a still pool, making it difficult to fathom his inner thoughts. When his gaze swept over the crowd, it seemed he could see into everyone's mind, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

Si Moyuan would occasionally pick up the celadon teacup on the table, take a small sip, and move with elegant and natural grace. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a faint smile that seemed to contain the wisdom and open-mindedness accumulated over the years, making people unable to help but admire him.

The lively atmosphere in the banquet hall seemed to freeze instantly upon the arrival of these uninvited guests, becoming eerily quiet. All eyes were fixed on them, as if time itself had stood still.

The woman stood at the front, her movements elegant and composed. She held the jade pendant high in her hand, making it shine brightly under the lamplight. Her voice was clear and resonant, like a gentle spring flowing into everyone's ears: "Mr. Si, my younger siblings and I have been entrusted by our elders to bring this token to you as a birthday gift and wish you a happy birthday."

Her words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples. Behind her, six young men and a mixed-race woman stood as straight as statues, their posture upright, exuding an aura of unapproachability. One of the men, though wearing a mask, could still be vaguely discerned from his physique and demeanor to be a teenager.

The arrival of this group was like an intrusion onto a glamorous stage, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding guests dressed in finery and elaborate attire. Their arrival was clearly an unexpected surprise at the birthday banquet, instantly stirring up even greater waves in the already turbulent atmosphere.

Old Master Si Moyuan's attention was initially diverted by various events at the banquet, but when he noticed this woman, his gaze was suddenly drawn to her. He stared at her face, and the more he looked, the more she resembled someone from his memory. This discovery stirred an indescribable excitement within him; his entire body seemed to be struck by lightning, instantly becoming clear-headed.

The old man abruptly stood up from his chair, his movements somewhat hurried, even knocking over a celadon teacup on the table. But he seemed completely unconcerned; his steps were slightly unsteady, yet he strode quickly toward Zhou Yanhuan with unusual determination. His expression was urgent, as if afraid of missing this moment.

Finally, the old man walked unsteadily to Zhou Yanhuan's side. His weathered hands trembled slightly, as if this action had exhausted all his strength. Seeing this, Zhou Yanhuan quickly stepped forward and carefully handed the jade pendant to the old man.

Si Moyuan accepted the jade pendant as if he were holding a priceless treasure. His fingers gently caressed the surface of the pendant, feeling its warm and smooth texture, as if he could touch the past through this small jade pendant.

After a long while, Si Moyuan seemed to wake from a dream, and murmured to himself, "This is the jade pendant that I carved myself back then. I thought I would never have the chance to see it again in this life, but I never expected to meet it again today." His voice was a little choked up, as if he was recalling many past events.