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"Cheers!"
In a private room of a hotel, a group of young men and women raised their glasses with eager expressions, creating a lively atmosphere.
It was after the successful conclusion of the concert that Chen Wuyou hosted a banquet for Yang Xiaoyou and their entourage. He had also brought along his cousins who had come to visit, making Qin Yao, the star-chaser, excitedly pinch her brother's arm at the thought of dining with her idol.
Initially disappointed by not being able to get backstage for a close encounter with her idol, she now felt completely revitalized in this celebratory setting.
Such gatherings were typically reserved for company insiders, but Yang Xiaoyou had played a crucial role in ensuring the concert's success. Thus, Chen Wuyou felt justified in inviting everyone.
This move did not provoke any dissatisfaction among the new company's employees. In fact, many gathered around Yang Xiaoyou to toast him, and his level of attention even surpassed that of the original star, Dream Butterfly.
Those who frequently interacted with Dream Butterfly understood that this somewhat naive idol did not enjoy such an atmosphere.
Perhaps influenced by the enthusiastic ambiance around her, Qi Menglu quickly cast aside her earlier annoyance and joined in the celebration. This relieved Yang Xiaoyou somewhat.
However, while Menglu's attention was easily diverted, Feng Lin seemed less interested in the festivities. Like Dream Butterfly, she stared intently at Yang Xiaoyou with a peculiar gaze.
This double-layered scrutiny made Yang Xiaoyou feel extremely uncomfortable, leaving him powerless to resist as the two peers continued to observe him intensely.
Moreover, perhaps due to their exceptional abilities, Yang Xiaoyou sensed an underlying tension between Feng Lin and Dream Butterfly.
In terms of cultivation levels, even someone as strong as Feng Lin could not match that Fool. Yet aside from her level, Feng Lin possessed terrifying innate strength that supported her prowess.
The subtle changes between both sides left Yang Xiaoyou uncertain about the outcome. Despite being in such a lively environment, he felt an inexplicable chill of loneliness creeping in.
Compared to the overwhelming sense of collision she felt with Luo Guohui, the two of them were unusually 'calm,' though beneath that calmness, there was an undercurrent.
'Crack!'
The glass wine cup held by Yang Xiaoyou, who sat between them, suddenly developed cracks for no apparent reason. The cracks appeared strangely, starting from the middle of the cup and slowly extending upward, occasionally veering to the left and then to the right.
Once the cracks reached their limit, the entire glass cup shattered into a fine powder with a soft 'poof!' It was completely reduced to dust, appearing ethereal.
Under the light, the drifting powder even displayed a crystalline rainbow.
It looked beautiful, yet it sent shivers down Yang Xiaoyou's spine, making her feel extremely uneasy.
Although this 'interruption' did not attract anyone else's attention in such a lively environment, Yang Xiaoyou felt her heart racing.
Without Dream Butterfly using any 'magical tools' and Feng Lin not employing Force, they seemed evenly matched. However, purely in terms of cultivation level, Feng Lin still wore her sword, maintaining a precarious balance with its sharpness. Theoretically, she had still lost.
At least that's what that girl thought in her heart. Yang Xiaoyou could sense her rare emotional fluctuations from the side; it seemed this was the first time she had suffered a setback among her peers.
"Don't mind it; that Fool is just a sports Idiot who trips over his own feet while walking. But Spirit Realm has indeed reached a terrifying level; even Yuan Fangzi is somewhat inferior to her." Yang Xiaoyou patted Feng Lin's head and smiled to comfort her.
On the other side, Dream Butterfly blinked at Yang Xiaoyou as she consoled Feng Lin and suddenly began to clumsily mimic her expression in a similar way.
Yang Xiaoyou, just finishing up her task, couldn't help but feel speechless; this fellow learned quickly in some aspects.
Seeing that Yang Xiaoyou ignored her, Dream Butterfly seemed annoyed and turned her frustration into appetite, starting to munch away at her food.
Lianli had some scattered stains on her face, prompting Yang Xiaoyou to shake her head; this fellow was still like a child.
She quickly pulled out a tissue and helped wipe it off.
However, as Feng Lin delicately ate her rice ball on the other side, she also got a few grains stuck on her exquisitely beautiful face. This added an unexpected cuteness that dispelled any distant and untouchable aura around her.
Yang Xiaoyou, who had just paused from helping Lianli, felt a bit unsettled. Given Feng Lin's expressionless demeanor at that moment, she couldn't tell if the girl genuinely had food on her face or if she was mimicking someone else again.
"Wow! Brother, look at cousin Yang Xiaoyou; she's incredible!" Qin Yao exclaimed excitedly as she gazed at her idol with sparkling eyes while tugging at her brother's sleeve.
Clearly, aside from being a bit cute, there weren't many other advantages, yet he could still have beautiful women on either side of him, each one capable of making Qin Yao feel a twinge of inferiority. It truly made her sigh; he was impressive.
Having a cousin like that was indeed something to boast about.
Qin Yu, standing nearby, could only manage a bitter smile upon hearing his sister's words. His original intention at home was to do everything he could to bring Sister Liu and Cousin together, and if there were any 'obstacles,' he would find a way to break them apart.
However, seeing those stunning girls, each with their own charm—girls who would make anyone feel lucky just to meet one—Qin Yu could only smile wryly.
To him, with a dazzling gem like Sister Liu, who had both family responsibilities and looks, how could Cousin not be moved?
Now it seemed that the girls around him indeed had enough allure to weaken his resistance. He found himself feeling flustered when talking to Sister Liu; no wonder Cousin appeared so indifferent.
As a man, Qin Yu could have felt a mix of jealousy and envy. However, due to some changes during the last banquet, all he could do was sigh and express his admiration.
In comparison, the few beautiful girlfriends he had once taken pride in now felt like comparing sparrows to phoenixes.
"People die when compared to others; goods are measured by people. Sigh, my father's heavy responsibility... I fear I might be somewhat powerless." After all the growth he had experienced, Qin Yu was much more mature and composed than he had been before the Spring Festival banquet.
The New Year was approaching... I can only update as much as possible; I dare not make grand promises.
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