Chapter 49: Su Xiyan's identity was seen through by Yan Fanqing

So, Su Xiyan, I don't want to repeat my mother's mistake.

If one day I tell you, I love you, I want to be with you.

Then, I am sincere.

Yan Moci's solemn tone left Su Xiyan unable to counter, and the light in his eyes made her dare not delve into the emotions hidden within.

She could not give Yan Moci any promise; as someone with ulterior motives, she could not even answer him.

She avoided Yan Moci's scorching gaze and buried her head again in the crook of her arm.

Su Xiyan's avoidance made Yan Moci feel a hint of bitterness and disappointment.

He silently tugged at the corner of his mouth,

"Sleep; if nothing unexpected happens, you still have a tough battle tomorrow."

The next morning, Su Xiyan got up early to prepare for Yan Moci's birthday party.

She wore a million-dollar haute couture gown, adorned with antique jewelry worth over a hundred million, resembling the Yan family's true eldest daughter-in-law as she presided over the gathering.

The servants who once looked down on her, after working under Su Xiyan for these days, were completely conquered by her ability.

They unanimously took Su Xiyan as their leader, instinctively consulting her on any problem.

"Eldest daughter-in-law, the air-freighted fresh flowers have arrived; what kind of flower should we place on the main table?"

Su Xiyan glanced casually, "This coral begonia is nice, dignified and grand."

"Eldest daughter-in-law, there are some problems with the garden arrangement!"

Su Xiyan smiled calmly, "Don't worry, take my blueprints; the gardener will know how to adjust at a glance."

Under Su Xiyan's direction, the banquet proceeded in an orderly manner.

When Yan Fanqing arrived at the old manor, the banquet had not officially started; only a few occasional guests had arrived, yet he could still hear the occasional whispers and chatter of socialites nearby:

"Which family's young master is this? He looks surprisingly refined and gentle!"

"Perhaps he's an artist or scholar! But anyone able to attend the Yan family's banquet must be extraordinary!"

"Why don't we go up and ask for contact information?"

Having politely refused the socialite who came up seeking contact information, Yan Fanqing kept his expression unchanged and gentle as he continued forward.

But inwardly he scoffed, women are all like that—vain and ignorant.

Hmph, how could he possibly take a liking to these women.

But upon seeing a familiar figure not far away, Yan Fanqing suddenly stopped in his tracks.

When that woman fully turned around, Yan Fanqing involuntarily widened his eyes.

It's actually her!

How could she be here!

He involuntarily stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the woman's hand, saying, "After that day, I went to the library every day looking for you, but you never appeared again."

Looking at the person who suddenly appeared before her, Su Xiyan tilted her head oddly; this voice seemed somewhat familiar.

Su Xiyan today had twisted a rather unique bun, with two wisps of loose hair hanging at her cheeks, enhancing her petite, palm-sized face to look even more exquisite and radiant.

Just that simple head-tilt actually caused Yan Fanqing's breath to catch, unconsciously increasing the force of his grip.

Feeling uncomfortable, Su Xiyan shook off Yan Fanqing's hand, she coldly said, "Sir, I don't know what you're talking about; please conduct yourself properly."

Yan Fanqing originally thought that Su Xiyan's encounter at the library that day was merely playing hard to get; he never imagined that after she gave him such a profound, fleeting glance, she would completely forget him.

A faint anger caused Yan Fanqing's brows to show a hint of malice; sensing that the man before her was far from the benevolence he appeared to have, Su Xiyan instinctively frowned, wanting to leave, yet she didn't expect Yan Fanqing to actually reach out again.

She spoke, "Sir, although everyone who came to the Yan family today are guests of the Yan family,"

but if you make a move again, I won't be polite.

Yan family?

She said the Yan family?

Before Yan Fanqing could think further, he saw Liu Guanjia approach from the side and say:

"Young Master Fanqing, you've arrived."

Hearing Liu Guanjia's address, Su Xiyan was also taken aback.

She had recently looked at so many people's photos, yet she actually missed Yan Fanqing's!

No, actually that day in Fu Ran's wardrobe she had seen Yan Fanqing!

But at that time, because she was nervously making skin contact with Yan Moci, Yan Fanqing's entire face was still in backlight; even if she gave a flirtatious glance, she couldn't be sure whether it was aimed at his eyes or his nostrils.

Noticing Yan Fanqing's gaze once again, Su Xiyan immediately adjusted her demeanor, smiling as politely and properly as if it were their first meeting.

Yan Fanqing instantly put on a perfect, flawless smile and politely asked:

"Liu Guanjia, may I ask who this is?"

"Young Master Fanqing, this is the eldest son's wife, Su Xiyi."

As Liu Guanjia's words fell, the atmosphere froze for a second; Su Xiyan seemed to see countless emotions flash across Yan Fanqing's eyes at that moment.

Surprise, anger, chill, resentment.

But in the end, they all turned into a gentle smile,

"Eldest daughter-in-law, hello, I am Yan Fanqing."

This person is absolutely not simple!

Clearly, even though malicious intent had just surged forth like a tangible outflow, he could still maintain such composure, impeccable and leak-proof!

Even Su Xiyan couldn't help but feel a thin layer of cold sweat on her back.

But Su Xiyan showed none of it on her face; she smiled politely and then turned and left.

Watching Su Xiyan's departing back, Yan Fanqing's gaze instantly turned gloomy.

Is she Su Xiyi?

Who is that Su Xiwei in the school?

Could it just be a simple case of same name and surname?

Or perhaps there are myriad connections between these two people.

Yan Fanqing gave a cold smile,

He truly didn't come in vain to today's birthday banquet; he actually gained such an unexpected harvest!

As she left, Su Xiyan continually felt a prickling on her back; only when she moved far enough from Yan Fanqing's gaze did she feel somewhat better.

Recalling Yan Fanqing's earlier words, Su Xiyan suddenly realized,

"The library... is that person!"

That man who openly showed his covetousness toward her was actually Yan Fanqing.

Su Xiyan's dislike for Yan Fanqing grew stronger; she furrowed her brows and hurried away.

At that moment, two workers happened to be carrying a half‑person‑high screen past Su Xiyan's front; she slightly turned sideways.

This scene coincidentally fell into Yan Fanqing's eyes; against the backdrop of exquisite Suzhou embroidery, the brows and eyes that Su Xiyan alone revealed looked all the more beautiful.

The perfectly placed tear‑shaped mole made Su Xiyan look as if she perfectly combined dignified grandeur with bewitching grace; her amber pupils, in the sunlight, revealed an extreme allure.

And those eyes seemed just like ones he had seen somewhere before....

At that moment, Yan Fanqing's gaze seemed bewitched by a sea demon, becoming dazed.

But the next second, he instantly regained his clarity.

Oh,

He remembered,

He had seen those eyes before—in Fu Ran's wardrobe.

In an instant, Yan Fanqing's complexion became unfathomably eerie and sinister.