The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

However, this discussion didn't last long, quickly extinguished like a candle flame blown by a gust of wind. People seemed to have forgotten the previous topic, returning to the lively social atmosphere, clinking glasses, chatting and laughing. But the dance was enough to amaze everyone.

At this moment, the gilded candlelight, illuminated by the crystal chandelier, shimmered like a flowing golden stream. At the second branch of the Si family's birthday banquet, the celebratory music reached its climax, its stirring melody like a torrent sweeping through the banquet hall.

The birthday celebrant, Old Master Si, sat back down in his carved sandalwood chair. His silver hair was neatly combed, not a single strand out of place, as if the marks of time had been carefully concealed. A kind smile graced his face as he accepted the birthday wishes and blessings from the guests.

Under the crystal chandelier, Zhou Yanhuan, having removed her makeup at some point, revealed her natural beauty. Amidst Rong Huaizhi, who held a champagne glass and gracefully chatted with the guests, she moved about with ease and charm. Her smile bloomed like spring flowers, her eyes and brows radiating a perfectly measured, pleasant aura that was refreshing and comforting.

Just as Zhou Yanhuan was chatting happily with the guests, a commotion suddenly arose behind her. A strange feeling welled up inside her, and she subconsciously turned around. Her gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, met the tall, imposing figure at the entrance of the banquet hall.

Just then, Zhou Yanhuan's gaze was suddenly drawn to a figure—it was Rong Huaizhi! She could hardly believe her eyes. Rong Huaizhi, who had been expelled from the Si family and should never have wanted to step into any public place with Si family members, and who did not want to have too much involvement with the people from the Si family who had abandoned him, was now taking care of his child at home in Shanghai.

Rong Huaizhi stood in stark contrast to the bustling surroundings. His figure appeared somewhat aloof and lonely in the moonlight, yet he exuded an undeniable aura.

Zhou Yanhuan's gaze slowly swept over Rong Huaizhi's entire body. He saw that Rong Huaizhi was wearing a moon-white, high-collared, front-opening short jacket. The subtly patterned jacquard fabric shimmered with a pearly luster, appearing particularly dazzling in the dim light. The jacket's cut was very neat, perfectly outlining his tall and straight figure. The buttons were neatly arranged up to his collarbone, giving him a refined and elegant air. The cuffs were embroidered with exquisite silver thread depicting intertwined branches, which peeked out from under his hands with every movement, adding a touch of mystery.

He paired the outfit with straight-leg trousers in the same color, with dark gray woven stripes along the sides, which not only accentuated the smooth lines but also added a sense of layering to the overall look. A black jade belt was tied around his waist, its calm and dignified color perfectly complementing his temperament.

This outfit retains the elegance of traditional Chinese style while cleverly incorporating modern simplicity. It complements Zhou Yanhuan, who is wearing a moon-white cheongsam embroidered with silver plum blossoms, in the distance, making them look like a perfect couple who have stepped out of an ancient painting.

Zhou Yanhuan gripped the champagne glass tightly, as if she wanted to crush it; her fingertips turned slightly white from the excessive force. Her pupils dilated instantly, and the smile on her face froze as if under a spell.

However, all of this happened in an instant. The next second, Zhou Yanhuan seemed completely unaffected. She quickly and casually shoved the wine glass in her hand into the hand of the stunned guest next to her, and then, stepping on her delicate shoes, like a light butterfly, she flew without hesitation into Rong Huaizhi's arms.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at home in Shanghai taking care of the kids?" Zhou Yanhuan's voice had a hint of coquettishness at the end. She tilted her head back, her gaze as clear as autumn water as she looked at Rong Huaizhi, her slender arms wrapped tightly around his neck like snakes.

Rong Huaizhi was clearly not prepared for Zhou Yanhuan's enthusiasm. His body stiffened slightly, but he quickly recovered. He raised his hand and gently held the back of Zhou Yanhuan's neck, as if soothing a frightened little animal, and then pulled her deeper into his embrace.

Rong Huaizhi's sudden appearance was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples everywhere. The entire room erupted in commotion, the previously lively atmosphere instantly turning tense. Apart from the third branch of the Si family and Old Master Si Moyuan, the faces of the other members turned ashen; they were clearly surprised and displeased by Rong Huaizhi's arrival. Meanwhile, the guests began whispering amongst themselves, their murmurs rising like a tidal wave.

However, all of this seemed to have nothing to do with Zhou Yanhuan. She was completely immersed in her embrace with Rong Huaizhi, burying her face in his neck, a sly smile playing on her lips, as if everything was under her control.

A few minutes later, the two finally separated. Only then did Zhou Yanhuan notice that two people were following closely behind Rong Huaizhi. These two people were very familiar to her, but she never expected that they would appear here.

The man's temples were streaked with gray, yet his posture remained as sturdy as a pine tree; the woman's pearl earrings cast a gentle glow on her profile, and the jade bracelet on her wrist lightly touched the buttons of her cheongsam, producing a soft tinkling sound. The entire room was so quiet that one could hear the faint rustling of champagne glasses against the tablecloth.

"Third Grandfather, Great-Auntie, hello!" Zhou Yanhuan greeted politely with a smile.

The woman and the man smiled and nodded in response to Zhou Yanhuan.

Zhou Yanhuan looked at Rong Huaizhi with a puzzled expression, as if to say, "Why are they here? Shouldn't my third grandfather be on vacation at this time, perhaps taking pictures of wild animals in some wilderness? And my great-aunt didn't come because she's feeling homesick and doesn't have her brother with her."

That's right, these two are the children born from the love between Grandpa Si Moyuan and Great-Grandma Zhou Yanhuan.

Just then, the two siblings bypassed Zhou Yanhuan and Rong Huaizhi without hesitation and walked straight to Old Master Si Moyuan.

"Dad." The man called out in a deep, resonant voice, as if suppressing a torrent of emotions surging within him. This cry was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the deathly silence of the scene.

The old man's sandalwood cane, which he had been clutching tightly, seemed to lose its support upon hearing the shout, and slammed heavily onto the floor tiles with a resounding thud. The sound echoed in the silent air, as if the old man's weathered heart had been utterly shaken at that moment.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the man before him. It was a pair of eyes exactly like the ones deep in his memory. Although time had left its mark on those eyes, the familiar contours and spirit brought back a flood of memories for the old man.

Seventy years of time, seventy years of restraint, all collapsed like a fragile dam at this moment. The old man's originally cloudy eyes were now blurred with tears, which slowly slid down the deep wrinkles on his face.

The woman standing to the side, seeing her father's overwhelming reaction, could no longer contain her emotions. Her throat tightened, and she could only manage a series of choked sobs. Then, like a child, she threw herself into the old man's arms, sobbing uncontrollably, "Dad, we've come to see you..."

A series of gasps suddenly came from the guests' seats, as if the entire scene had been shaken by a powerful force. The descendants of the main branch of the Si family turned ashen-faced, their eyes wide with astonishment, finally understanding a mystery that had puzzled them for many years.

The reason the old man never married was so heartbreaking. In the deepest part of his study, in a sandalwood box, lay half a silver pocket watch, a wound in his heart that would never heal. And now, all of this has been revealed.

Those of them who are directly related by blood no longer have any reason to divide the second husband's property, because he has sons and daughters.

At this moment, Zhou Yanhuan and Rong Shuizhi stood quietly at the edge of the crowd, their eyes meeting, both revealing a complex emotion. They watched as the old man's trembling hands gently stroked his children's temples, a fatherly love that could not be expressed in words.

Outside the window, the spring rain pattered down, as if even the heavens were weeping for this reunion that was half a century overdue. The rain soaked the magnolia buds in the courtyard, making their white petals appear exceptionally delicate.

This reunion, though long overdue, has finally arrived. The secret kept all their lives finally transformed into hot tears as they embraced, streaming down everyone's faces.