The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

Just then, the gilded and carved clock emitted a clear and melodious sound, striking eight times at a leisurely pace, as if reminding people that the birthday gift-giving ceremony of the Si family's birthday banquet was about to come to an end.

In this bustling atmosphere, one person stood out from the crowd. Although he was in a corner, he still attracted everyone's attention. This person was Si Yanjing, who was leaning lazily in a mahogany armchair, his eyes slightly narrowed, watching everything before him with a half-smile.

Si Yanjing's fingers unconsciously caressed the jade thumb ring, which was entirely green and crystal clear, as if it contained endless vitality. However, his gaze did not fall on the thumb ring, but was firmly fixed on a corner of the crowd, where a woman stood, none other than Miss Zhou Yanhuan.

Zhou Yanhuan wore a moon-white retro cheongsam, which was simply an exquisite work of art. It perfectly outlined her figure, neither too slender nor too bulky, but a perfect balance of slenderness and fullness.

This cheongsam is made of silk, its soft texture like pearls, shimmering with a gentle luster, giving it a warm and luxurious feel. Several jade buttons are carefully coiled around the neckline, like morning dewdrops condensed on magnolia blossoms, exuding an elegant fragrance while revealing a gentle nobility.

The cheongsam was embroidered with flowing cloud patterns outlined in silver thread. These cloud patterns appeared and disappeared with Zhou Yanhuan's breath, as if the moonlight in the sky was woven into the fabric, making the whole cheongsam more layered and three-dimensional.

The flowing cloud pattern features smooth, natural lines, as graceful as drifting clouds in the sky and as lively as flowing water. Each cloud pattern is meticulously outlined with silver threads, which shimmer faintly in the light, like twinkling stars in the night sky, adding a touch of mystery and luxury to the entire cheongsam.

A jade hairpin, as white as snow and as smooth and lustrous as mutton fat, was tucked diagonally into her hair. The hairpin's tip was carved with exquisite patterns, echoing the flowing cloud patterns on her cheongsam and further enhancing her elegant demeanor. The hairpin not only added a touch of brilliance to Zhou Yanhuan's hairstyle but also kept her hair neatly styled, showcasing a dignified and elegant beauty.

Her hair was styled in a low, droopy bun, a style that was both dignified and elegant, yet also exuded a touch of languid charm. A few strands of hair cascaded down her swan-like neck like a waterfall, swaying gently with her movements like willow branches swaying in a breeze, adding to her grace and allure.

A pair of teardrop-shaped pearl earrings hung from Zhou Yanhuan's ears. The earrings were smooth, round, and translucent, like two dazzling pearls. With each movement, the earrings swayed gently, reflecting a soft halo of light, like twinkling stars in the night sky, adding a touch of radiance to her entire being. The halo cast a faint shadow on her fair skin, further highlighting its delicate and smooth texture, like white jade.

A white crystal bracelet was loosely wrapped around her wrist, its translucence standing out against her fair skin. With every movement, the bracelet emitted a clear, tinkling sound, like the gentle splashing of a mountain spring, creating a refreshing and melodious effect that seemed to soothe away all worries and anxieties.

Just then, Si Yanjing suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of casual mockery: "Today, Miss Zhou brought several of her brothers and sisters to my second grandfather's birthday banquet. Now everyone has presented their gifts," he paused, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking at Miss Zhou with a half-smile, "I wonder what unique gift Miss Zhou has? She hasn't brought it out yet, and I'm quite curious."

As soon as he finished speaking, the once lively banquet hall fell silent instantly. Everyone's gaze surged towards Miss Zhou, as if trying to see right through her. The Si family members also began exchanging meaningful glances. Clearly, they all remembered the revelation about Si Yanjing's identity that had surfaced online the day before—Miss Zhou's paternity test results posted on Weibo had thrust the Si family into the eye of the storm of public opinion.

"Young Master Si, are you curious about my birthday gift or something else?" Zhou Yanhuan's lips curled up slightly as she looked at the man in front of her with a half-smile, but her heart was filled with disgust.

This man, posing as Huai Zhi's brother, had once caused her to lose face and almost made her miss out on Rong Huai Zhi, her true love. And now, he appeared before her in this way, making Zhou Yanhuan's disgust for him even stronger.

Zhou Yanhuan raised her head without any attempt to hide her gaze, meeting Si Yanjing's cold stare with an intensity that seemed capable of freezing a person. Just as she was about to question Si Yanjing about what he wanted to say, a figure suddenly appeared beside her.

Upon hearing the voice, Zhou Yanhuan slowly turned her head, her gaze falling on the person standing beside her. Looking closer, she recognized him as Si Mingche from the third branch of the family.

At this moment, Si Mingche's hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning slightly white from the excessive force. His face was extremely gloomy and full of anger, clearly showing his dissatisfaction with Si Yanjing's sudden appearance.

However, just as Si Mingche was about to lash out, Zhou Yanhuan swiftly raised her hand and stopped him. She gently shook her head, her eyes conveying a warning, signaling Si Mingche not to act impulsively.

In the midst of this tense atmosphere, Xu Linfeng, like a savior, stepped forward at just the right moment, successfully breaking the somewhat awkward situation.

With a smile and an elegant demeanor, Xu Linfeng said, "Since Young Master Si is so curious about Miss Zhou's gift, why don't we all take a look first? However, Miss Zhou's gift is the grand finale of today's event, so before we see her gift, let's admire mine first."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Linfeng stepped forward and walked to the front of the crowd. He gracefully took out a small box from the inner pocket of his clothes and carefully opened it.

As the box was opened, everyone's eyes were drawn to it, eager to see what kind of gift Xu Linfeng had prepared.

Inside the box lay a vintage-style fountain pen, its smooth lines and exquisite craftsmanship exuding a unique, rustic charm.

Everyone was very curious, wondering why they would choose to give away a foreign brand pen that was almost discontinued. The reason it was "almost discontinued" was that this type of pen was now only available to members of foreign royal families, and ordinary people could not buy it at all.

At that moment, the old man could no longer contain his emotions, his excitement overflowing. It turned out that the pen was identical to the one he had used in his youth. For years, since that pen had disappeared, the old man had been desperately trying to find a replacement. However, due to the rarity of such pens, even after pulling strings everywhere, he had never succeeded.