Chapter 320

Mu Nian and Mu Xianqi had already been taken aside by the elders to talk.

Jiang Ye Ye, Mu Ye Ye, and Song Wai Po sat side by side in the seat of honor, and after just a few words the conversation turned to the two children.

Mu Nian stood to one side; facing Jiang Ye Ye's teasing, he merely gave a faint nod and a polite reply, but the fingertips hanging at his side curled slightly.

He is the head of the Mu Family, the elder brother who watched his sister grow up; even though he knows Jiang Liangjin is a one-in-a-million choice, he still harbors a hint of reluctance in his heart.

But then he remembers his sister is still young, her marriage is far off, and no matter what he remains her brother, which puts his mind at ease.

Mu Xianqi idly turned a black jade ring on his fingertip.

Jiang Su stepped forward to chat with him, talking about domestic and overseas business layouts, but between the lines he kept bringing up Jiang Liangjin's steadiness and ability.

On the surface it was a business exchange, but secretly he was paving the way for his son.

Mu Xianqi, ever perceptive, merely responded, neither acquiescing nor opposing, and finally threw out: "Uncle Jiang raises his son well; A Jin truly possesses a rarity among his peers."

That one sentence set his attitude.

No matter how the Jiang Family heir may be, when they meet he still has to obediently call him brother.

Song LuXiao, standing aside, exchanged greetings with a few of the Jiang Family uncles, then pouted and retreated to a corner.

Song Lujing nudged him with his elbow and whispered, "Lighten up; besides him, no one is worthy of the treasure."

"Got it," Song LuXiao replied, thinking he'd unlock his brother's gaming room in a few days.

Song Lujing no longer needed it; the gaming room he had longed for had already been set up again in a new villa by the two brothers Mu Yichen and Mu Yichi.

The equipment is all top‑luxury spec, several times better than the previously locked room.

Right now he only feels his own brother is petty, and even a non‑blood‑related brother would be better.

He silently gave Mu Yichen and Mu Yichi an extra hundred points of favor in his heart.

Mu Yichi edged up beside Mu Xin, muttering softly, his voice still tinged with a hint of hesitation: "Xinbao, do you really think Grandfather Mu and Grandma will decide this on the spot? I still feel the treasure is too young."

Mu Xin's light‑colored eyes swept lightly over the sister protected by Jiang Liangjin, and he said, "Anyway, I and Youbao are quite willing; if you disagree, there's nothing we can do."

His voice was calm; from the moment he returned home and saw his sister and Jiang Liangjin standing together for the first time, he knew that Jiang Liangjin's place in his sister's heart could not be replaced, no matter how much these brothers doted on her.

Rather than obstruct and make his sister unhappy, it's better to go with the flow.

At least Jiang Liangjin, whom both families have watched grow up, is well‑known, pure‑hearted, and vastly superior to any outsider with ulterior motives seeking to climb the social ladder.

Mu Yichi silently turned away, and Mu Yichen beside him pulled him back.

The youth's mask had long been removed, revealing a pair of icy eyes set in an expressionless face.

He, who spends year after year in the lab and secret bases, rarely appears in such lively family gatherings, and his aura is even stronger than Mu Nian's.

His voice was cold, tinged with helplessness: "Don't make a fuss; this isn't for us to stop. As long as the treasure wishes it, nothing matters more."

Mu Yichi looked at his sister's unreserved smile, accepted the reality, and said, "All right, did you prepare a red packet for him?"

"I did, didn't you?"

"No way! But I didn't bring many..."

Mu Yichen interrupted: "Ask me for some, aren't you embarrassed?"

Mu Yichi said in a cool tone: "You're really hateful—Huaiyu gave Huaixian a red packet, Yusui gave Chu Chu one, and we Xinbao gave one to our sister!"

Seeing his brother say nothing, as if he didn't want to catch the keyword in his words, Mu Yichi had to rephrase: "Do I seem like the type who'd ask a same‑age brother for a red packet?"

I just wanted to remind you, brother, don't let the Jiang Family juniors take all the red packets.

Oh.

The three stood aside with cold faces; Mu Yichi and Mu Yichen, who are usually out and about, rarely appear at such family banquets.

Their icy auras kept the Jiang Family juniors unfamiliar with them from stepping forward; they only watched from afar, secretly guessing who these two formidable‑aura youths were.

Song Huaixian stood with arms crossed, watching the fun, occasionally leaning over to whisper a couple of sarcastic remarks to his brother's ear, while Song Huaiyu couldn't be bothered to respond.

Mu Xi crossed his arms, his eyes scanning the crowd warily, afraid that some clueless junior might come over to talk to his sister.

Sure enough, as soon as that thought formed, a few timid juniors from the Jiang Family middle school approached.

The leading boy shouted respectfully, "Happy New Year, Brother Xi!"

Another boy corrected: "Today is New Year's Eve; first say Happy New Year's Eve."

"Happy New Year's Eve, Brother Xi!" the youngsters immediately corrected, smiling innocently.

Mu Xi resignedly took out the red packet he had prepared earlier and handed it over, his gaze still indifferent.

After handing out the red packet, he immediately shifted his gaze back, locking onto his sister with a tightly guarded expression.

Song Yusui beside him couldn't help laughing, clapping a hand on his shoulder and saying, "Our little Xi has just come of age and already started handing out red packets."

Saying that, he also produced a plump red packet and shoved it at him, "Here, big brother's New Year's money—keep it safe, don't let anyone snatch it."

Lu Yuchu snorted, tossed a red packet over, and remarked, "Only you would feel ashamed to stuff a red packet into your just‑of‑age brother's hand, without even checking how many years older you are."

In other words, stop pretending to be an elder.

Song Yusui raised his eyebrows, then backhanded a grab for Lu Yuchu's pocket red packet, and the two instantly scuffled.

The commotion drew Song Yan to silently step two feet aside; wearing black earphones, his brows and eyes cool and aloof, he feared being dragged into the two immature brats' fray and ruining his image before outsiders.

Two kids kept glancing his way from time to time, and Song Yan recognized them as the dragon‑and‑phoenix twins from Jiang Liangjin's fourth uncle's household.

He took off one earphone, lifted his eyes lazily, and before he could speak, the girl asked, "Brother Yan, will Chu Ge release a new song? We've been waiting a long time."

Oh, turns out she's a fan of Lu Yuchu.

Song Yan tugged at the corner of his mouth, returned a standard business smile, and said in an even tone, "Sure, though the timing is uncertain."

"Great..." the girl said, pulling a few signed photos from her pocket and passing over the pen, "Brother Yan, can you sign one for me?"

Song Yan took the pen, signed his name smoothly, the nib paused, and he suddenly asked, "Are you planning to sell it for money?"

The girl nodded, earnest, "Yes, yes—may I? I want to save up money to later attend Chu Ge's concert."

Are the Jiang Family short on money?

"... Whatever you want." Song Yan had nothing to say, returned the signed photos, silently stepped back, and put his earphones back on.

And on the sofa in the center of the main hall, Mu Youyu was sitting side by side with Jiang Liangjin, holding a thick stack of red envelopes in her small hands.

She tidied up the red envelopes and said, "A Jin, do you have any red envelopes? I'll give you mine."

Jiang Liangjin's heart softened, a look of indulgence on her face, "I have them; I'll give them to you later, all of mine."