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"Uh..." Xia Xihe didn't know how to respond and could only shyly bow. "Hello..."
"Hello." Yan Yuhao shook his hand, and Xia Xihe felt the thick calluses in his palm, slightly taken aback. It was surprising that this seemingly elegant man had the rough hands typical of laborers.
Noticing his confusion, Yan Yuhao rubbed his thumb against his palm and said, "That's from handling guns too much."
"Uh... I see..." Xia Xihe's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Why did he feel like he had a telepathic connection with both Yan Yuhao and Yan Yulong? He couldn't hide anything from them. Seeing him blush over another man made Yan Yulong feel displeased; he pouted and said:
"Enough of that. Where's big brother? Is he not here yet?"
"Big brother said he has an important business deal to discuss, so he probably won't come."
"When did he start caring so much about his business? I think he's just having a spat with his assistant and is busy sulking."
"Maybe." Yan Yuhao was noncommittal.
"I'm going to find Dad." Yan Yulong pulled Xia Xihe along, who felt helpless being dragged through the crowd at the banquet, enduring many scrutinizing gazes directed at him.
"Xiaolong!" A male voice suddenly emerged from the crowd. Yan Yulong stopped, and Xia Xihe turned to look in the direction of the voice, spotting a handsome man in a black suit walking out from a group of beautiful women. This man appeared to be around the same age as Yan Yuhao, accompanied by a beautiful young boy with long hair.
As they approached, Xia Xihe realized that both of them were mixed-race.
The older one had deep-set features like a sculpture, with dark brown hair and eyes; the younger one had delicate features, fair skin, resembling a doll, with light gray hair and striking green eyes.
These two gave off an ethereal vibe, as if they had stepped out of an oil painting, contrasting sharply with the heavy presence of the Yan brothers.
While Xia Xihe was lost in thought observing them, he suddenly noticed that the long-haired young boy was glaring at him fiercely. Startled, he thought he might have offended him and hurriedly looked away.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Where are you off to?" The mixed-race handsome guy asked in slightly awkward Mandarin.
"Where's my dad? What do you want?" Yan Yulong asked impatiently.
"Tsk tsk, how unlovable. We finally came back once, and you don't even come to say hello," Yan Yuhan said, his brown eyes twinkling as he smiled at Xia Xihe and extended a hand. "Hello, I'm Yan Yuhan, Little Dragon's cousin. Just call me Jerome."
"Hello, I'm Xia Xihe," Xia Xihe replied obediently as he shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Xihe."
Yan Yuhan beamed a bright smile and gestured to the boy beside him. "Colin, introduce yourself."
The boy called Colin huffed and turned his face away, displaying a rather poor attitude.
Xia Xihe nervously twisted his fingers, unsure of how he had offended him.
Yan Yuhan smiled and explained, "My brother's temper is just hard to predict, Xihe. Don't take it personally."
"I won't..." Xia Xihe replied good-naturedly, thinking that they were brothers after all, though they didn't look alike at all.
"His name is Yan Yuting, and his English name is Colin."
"Nice to meet you. Hello..." Xia Xihe reached out his hand first, but Yan Yuting didn't even glance at him, leaving his hand hanging in the air.
Xia Xihe felt embarrassed as Yan Yulong quickly pulled his hand down and shot a cold glare at Yan Yuting, saying in an unfriendly tone, "If you're going to sulk, go home!"
Yan Yuting bit his pink lower lip, glaring at him with a mix of anger and resentment, looking like he was about to explode.
Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, Yan Yuhan quickly tried to smooth things over. "Come on now, we're all adults here; let's not throw childish tantrums. Little Dragon, you know your little cousin is just a bit difficult; don't take it to heart."
Of course, Yan Yulong wouldn't let himself be calmed down by just a few words. He proudly lifted his chin and said, "If you're going to throw a fit, come at me; don't take it out on Xihe."
Yan Yuting finally spoke up, full of anger, "I just love to throw tantrums! What’s it to you!"
"Go home and throw a fit all you want; I couldn't care less," Yan Yulong added fuel to the fire.
With red-rimmed eyes, Yan Yuting turned and ran off in a huff. Yan Yuhan chased after him, leaving behind a remark, "I really don’t understand you two; can’t you be at peace without arguing?"
In fact, Xia Xihe was also confused as he watched them. Yan Yulong dismissed the two brothers and took Xia Xihe's hand to leave.
"Uh... um... is this okay?" Xia Xihe asked anxiously.
"What?"
"Your little cousin... seems really angry..."
"Who cares about that." Yan Yulong glanced back at him. "He treats you like that, and you're not angry?"
"No, not really... maybe he has his reasons..."
"You..." Yan Yulong stopped and affectionately ruffled his hair. "It's because you're like this that others keep bullying you."
"No way..." Xia Xihe felt a warmth in his heart, wanting to say that the person who bullies me the most is you.
As if responding to him, Yan Yulong hugged him and cheerfully said, "Don’t worry; bullying you is my exclusive right. As long as I'm here, no one else will make you suffer."
Is this a blessing or a trap...? Xia Xihe looked at him with a hint of grievance.
Just then, a middle-aged man who looked straightforward led a bald, chubby man toward them.
"Third Young Master." Wu Xin bowed to Yan Yulong and introduced him, "This is Mr. He Hui."
Bald He Hui smiled obsequiously, rubbing his hands as he bowed to Yan Yulong. "I've long admired your name, Young Master Yan. It's an honor to be invited today."
Yan Yulong sneered, crossing his arms leisurely. "Have you prepared my 'gift'?"
"Everything is ready. How could I be negligent with what you instructed, Young Master?"
"That's good." Yan Yulong turned to Xia Xihe and said, "Bring out your gift."
Xia Xihe obediently presented the bag, and Yan Yulong took it and handed it to Wu Xin. "Put it away."
"Yes."
Xia Xihe tugged at his sleeve, confused, and asked, "Is this... all there is to it?"
"Why wouldn't it be? All gifts are stored together in the storage room."
"Oh...," Xia Xihe sighed in relief. If he had known this earlier, he wouldn't have been so nervous preparing for it.
Yan Yulong then asked Wu Xin, "Where's my dad?"
"Young Master, the old master will be out soon..." Just as Wu Xin finished speaking, a commotion arose from behind, and the guests turned to look.
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