The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

"Good evening, everyone!" Si Jinglan said with a smile, holding the microphone, his voice loud and clear. His words spread like ripples throughout the banquet hall, reaching the ears of everyone present.

"Since everyone is so curious about the gift my sister-in-law gave me, I'll reveal the answer now," Si Jinglan continued, his tone revealing a hint of excitement and anticipation.

"As far as I know, this gift is definitely the most precious one at tonight's banquet, and it took the longest to prepare. So, Second Grandfather and all the relatives and friends present, please enjoy the grand finale birthday gift brought by my sister-in-law!"

As Si Jinglan finished speaking, the lights in the banquet hall suddenly dimmed, leaving only a bright spotlight, like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness, shining directly on Zhou Yanhuan.

She stepped onto the stage slowly and deliberately, wearing a pair of plain-colored soft satin embroidered shoes. With each step, the pearl trim at the slit of her cheongsam shimmered, echoing the subtle patterns on her shawl. The shawl draped beautifully, flowing naturally with her movements as she turned, like drifting clouds in the mountains.

Only a bright spotlight remained, like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness, shining directly on the center of the stage.

In that instant, everyone's attention was drawn to the stage. Zhou Yanhuan, dressed in a moon-white retro cheongsam, stood gracefully on the stage as if she had stepped out of an ink painting.

The cheongsam was exquisitely tailored with flowing lines, as if it were custom-made for her. The lotus scroll pattern embroidered in silver thread on the hem swayed with her steps, like blooming lotus flowers, radiating a captivating glow in the darkness and outlining the woman's graceful curves.

A dark green velvet shawl was casually draped over her shoulders, its tassels swaying gently with her graceful steps, like the shadow of a butterfly skimming across a lake in the twilight, adding a touch of liveliness to the whole scene.

The moment Zhou Yanhuan stood in the center of the stage, time seemed to stand still for her. Her presence was like a powerful aura, instantly filling the entire space. Every movement, every expression of hers exuded a beauty that blended classicism and elegance, as if she were a beauty who had strolled out of bygone times, revealing endless charm in every gesture.

The previously noisy crowd gradually quieted down after she appeared. Everyone's attention was drawn to her, as if she were the center of the world, and everything else became insignificant. Her dark green shawl, especially, stood out in the interplay of light and shadow, as if it were not merely a garment, but a vessel carrying countless stories, quietly recounting those untold past events.

Just then, Zhou Yanhuan made an unexpected move—she gently removed her dark green shawl and casually tossed it aside as if discarding something insignificant. This seemingly simple action instantly caused a sensation throughout the room.

At the same time, a clear, melodious triangular note filled the banquet hall, its sound like that of a music box—crisp and pleasant, as if the trembling fingertips of a young girl reaching for a rose on tiptoe made the sound. This soft note acted as a signal, guiding the rhythm of the entire music.

Then, the clarinet played a winding melody, its path like the flight path of fireflies on a summer night, flickering on and off amidst the ripples of the harp, captivating the listener. Meanwhile, the string section gently laid out the background music, like a love letter hidden in a sleeve, carrying a touch of warmth and wrinkles, seemingly concealing many unspoken secrets.

The piano notes, like light and graceful sprites, leaped joyfully across the black and white keys. They were like the smiles a young girl had practiced countless times in front of a mirror; each note carried a restrained joy, neither ostentatious nor lacking in vitality.

The addition of the marimba during the interlude adds a refreshing touch to the music. Its tinkling sound, like a heartbeat, sometimes rapid and sometimes slow, subtly weaves a sense of unease into the spaces between the notes.

As the flute flows forth like morning dew, the melody gradually unfolds. The strings, too, take on a honey-colored sheen, warm and gentle. The harp harmonics in the high register shine like starlight twinkling on eyelashes, transforming all unspoken tenderness into notes flowing through the air, dreamlike and ethereal.

However, just as the music reached its sweetest moment, it suddenly stopped, leaving behind a lingering, unforgettable aftertaste. This aftertaste was like an unsent love letter, lingering in the air, sealing away the youthful feelings deep within this special night.

Upon hearing the music, Zhou Yanhuan seemed drawn by an invisible force and began to dance involuntarily. Her body swayed lightly to the rhythm of the music, every movement perfectly in sync with the notes, as if she were a part of the music itself.

The magnificent gilded chandelier, like stars in the night sky, cast a dazzling light, enveloping the entire dance floor like a golden veil. Under its glow, the dance floor shimmered and seemed to transform into a dreamlike world.

Zhou Yanhuan wore a moon-white retro cheongsam. The cheongsam was exquisitely tailored, perfectly outlining her slender waist and long legs. The skirt of the cheongsam swayed gently with her steps like a flowing galaxy, shimmering with a faint light, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.

It was as if Zhou Yanhuan could see the words from the old lady's diary when she was young, words that recorded every detail of her great-grandmother's youth, revealing her longing and love for her beloved, and that love buried by the dust of time. Zhou Yanhuan's steps were slow but firm as she walked towards the center of the dance floor, each step like stepping on the strings of time, playing a melodious tune.

As she stood in the center of the dance floor, melodious music began to play softly, like a gentle spring breeze, light and warm. Zhou Yanhuan tilted her head back slightly, closed her eyes, and let the beautiful melody envelop her like a tide. In that moment, she felt as if she had traveled through a time tunnel, back to that distant era, and saw her great-grandmother at that female college student party, wearing a white dress, like a fairy descending to earth.

Great-Grandma danced gracefully under the moonlight, her movements light and beautiful, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky. Meanwhile, on her 18th birthday, Zhou Yanhuan, harboring deep love for someone, subtly expressed her feelings through a self-composed dance and music in full view of everyone.

At that time, my great-grandmother was in the prime of her youth, as beautiful and charming as a newly blossoming flower. She met a talented and elegant Chinese senior on campus. This senior was not only knowledgeable, but also gentle, considerate, and refined, just like a gentleman.

They often read together under the sycamore trees on campus, immersing themselves in the ocean of knowledge and enjoying the tranquility and beauty; they also strolled in the drizzle, feeling the freshness and romance of nature. Great-Grandma secretly looked forward to the day she came of age, deciding to confess her feelings to her senior at that special moment.

However, fate is always full of drama. Just as Great-Grandma was happily awaiting her coming of age, an unexpected event occurred. The girl was targeted by someone with malicious intent, who then transferred his curse onto Great-Grandma.