The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

Inside the banquet hall, the soft, bright light from the crystal chandeliers reflected in the champagne glasses, causing the bubbles to rise slowly, like stars in the night sky. The crowd surged towards the central round table, their laughter and the clinking of glasses creating a joyful symphony.

Grandpa Si Moyuan, the birthday celebrant, sat in the main seat of a rosewood armchair. His eyes glistened with tears, yet his face radiated a happy smile. His trembling hands gently stroked the faces of his children, a testament to his deep love and care for them. However, amidst this joyous atmosphere, a sob suddenly escaped Grandpa Si's lips, a sound he had suppressed for many years. The sound, mingled with the gasps of surprise from the guests, echoed beneath the gilded dome, deeply moving everyone present.

At the edge of the crowd, Zhou Yanhuan stood gracefully, dressed in an exquisite cheongsam, her figure slender and her demeanor elegant. She tiptoed, gazing around for a moment before her gaze settled on Old Master Si and his children. A jade hairpin, white as snow and warm as jade, adorned her hair, perfectly complementing her cheongsam and enhancing her refined elegance. The pendant attached to the hairpin swayed gently with her movements, producing a clear, melodious sound, like silver bells in the night breeze.

Just then, a warm hand suddenly reached out from behind and encircled Miss Zhou's waist. Her body trembled slightly, and then she felt a familiar scent—the scent of her fiancé, Rong Huaizhi.

"We just escaped that hypocritical crowd at the banquet, and now everyone's gone to see the excitement. Why isn't Your Highness going?" Rong Huaizhi's voice rang in her ear, tinged with a hint of teasing and doting. His warm, gentle breath brushed against her earlobe, causing a blush to rise on her cheeks.

Rong Huaizhi pulled her closer to him, the silver buttons on the cuffs of his custom-made new Chinese-style suit gently brushing against the back of her hand, bringing a slight sensation. He smiled at her, his eyes filled with tenderness, "Did you have fun, my princess? I didn't know if your chips were enough, so I sent you an extra one."

"I'm not going. Let's not join in the fun of fathers and daughters recognizing each other," Zhou Yanhuan said softly, her voice revealing a hint of reluctance. She gently broke free from Rong Huaizhi's embrace from behind, and then, like a docile kitten, affectionately took his arm.

Rong Huaizhi showed no displeasure at Zhou Yanhuan's actions; on the contrary, he seemed quite indulgent. He took the opportunity to half-embrace Zhou Yanhuan, letting her lean slightly against him.

Faced with Zhou Yanhuan's question, Rong Huaizhi smiled faintly and explained in a doting tone, "This is indeed an unexpected situation, my dear. I didn't want to come originally, but when Third Grandfather arrived in Shanghai, you had already set off. I was worried that we wouldn't have enough time, so I arranged for my private helicopter to come from Hong Kong. Moreover, at Third Grandfather's repeated requests, I couldn't refuse, so I had no choice but to come with them."

Zhou Yanchuan stood to the side, having heard Rong Huaizhi's words clearly, and a strong sense of contempt welled up in his heart. He thought to himself, "This guy is so shameless! He's clearly trying to assert his ownership of his sister in this way, yet he can say it so grandly. It's disgusting!"

Zhou Yanchuan simply couldn't understand what his sister saw in Rong Huaizhi. The more he thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed, and he also began to have deep doubts about his parents, whom he had never met. He muttered to himself, "What kind of man have Mom and Dad chosen for my sister? If they knew she had found such a man, they'd probably be turning in their graves!"

Although Zhou Yanchuan harbored deep resentment and disdain for Rong Huaizhi, he only cursed him silently in his heart and didn't voice it aloud. However, Rong Huaizhi still noticed his undisguised glare. Rong Huaizhi sensed Zhou Yanchuan's hostility but didn't show the slightest displeasure; instead, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

When Zhou Yanhuan saw her brother's expression, she simply smiled slightly, as if she had anticipated his reaction. Her smile revealed a hint of helplessness, as if to say, "Brother, don't be angry. This is my choice, so just accept it."

Before Rong Huaizhi could finish speaking, a clear and melodious laugh suddenly rang out, like the sound of silver bells. Everyone looked over and saw Lu Zhiqing, the heir to the Lu Group, arm in arm with her younger brother Lu Chengzhou, gracefully squeezing to the front of the crowd.

Lu Zhiqing wore a red satin fitted floor-length gown, its vibrant color like a burning flame, making her skin appear even whiter and more like snow. Her arrogance and confidence were undeniable. A smile played on her lips as she looked at the perfect couple before her, and the group of handsome men and beautiful women around them, and said coquettishly, "Oh, you two, the golden couple, and all these handsome men and beautiful women, what are you whispering about here?"

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, with a hint of teasing. Then, she lightly tapped Miss Zhou's slightly flushed cheek with her fingertip and continued, "Isn't this the little princess who used to follow her older brother around when she was little, always clamoring to marry him? Now she's really grown up, and she's about to marry her older brother and become a bride!"

Lu Chengzhou leaned casually against the carved pillar. His fingertips twirled a whiskey glass, the amber liquid tracing a beautiful arc on the glass's surface, like a shooting star twinkling in the night sky. His gaze casually swept over Zhou Yanhuan, who had just dealt with the farce, a slight, mocking smile playing on his lips. He teased, "Miss Zhou, you really know how to remove your makeup quickly! One second you're the ultimate unattainable white moonlight of Second Grandfather Si, all high and mighty, and the next you're all bare-faced, whining to your fiancé."

Zhou Yanhuan calmly wiped her hands with a wet wipe, then looked up and met his gaze. The lights in the banquet hall, like beams of soft light, fell on her plain face, but unexpectedly highlighted the sharpness in her eyes.

"Young Master Lu, are you praising me or mocking me?" Her voice was calm with a hint of teasing, making it difficult to discern her true thoughts.

Lu Chengzhou raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile. He took two steps forward, his gaze lingering on her face as if examining a precious work of art.

"Of course it's a compliment." His voice was deep and magnetic. "A top-notch bone structure like Miss Zhou's is truly enviable. Even without makeup, she is still radiant. The makeup that others painstakingly create is just the icing on the cake for you."

After saying that, he put down his wine glass, gracefully took out his phone from his pocket, and quickly pressed the shutter to take a picture of Zhou Yanhuan.

"This bare-faced photo is more than enough to be the cover of Lu's new advertisement," he exclaimed, looking at his phone screen with satisfaction.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Yanhuan immediately reached out to snatch his phone, but he easily dodged it by turning to the side.

"Lu Chengzhou, do you think my investment in Qingchen Entertainment is going too smoothly, so you're deliberately trying to provoke me and make me back out?" Her tone was tinged with anger.

Lu Chengzhou quickly waved his hand and explained with a smile, "How could I dare, Miss Zhou? I just think that your natural look is even more captivating than when you're wearing makeup, even more so."