Chapter 413

Mu Youyu wasn't particularly curious about Song Yan; she only asked, "Brother Yusui, how many days of leave did school grant you? Is the company busy?"

Song Yusui gave a light cough and said, "I've taken ten days off from school, not busy at all."

Mu Youyu blinked; she hadn't heard him complain about work lately, so she asked, "Brother, don't you usually go to work?"

"Of course I work, why wouldn't I?" Song Yusui replied calmly, "I work remotely; with technology so advanced now, I can handle work from anywhere."

Jiang Liangjin listened on the side, finding it amusing, and didn't expose him.

He had long heard Lu Yuchu say that Song Yusui's company was basically in a semi-laissez-faire state.

For major matters there's a vice president; for minor ones there are assistants and department managers; as the founder, he only handles essential decisions and rarely gets involved in specific affairs anymore.

He calls it "cultivating the team's independent ability," but in reality it's just laziness.

But he couldn't say that in front of his sister; saying it would make him look like a neglectful older brother.

Song Yusui obviously realized that too, and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, how are preparations for Aunt Shen's event this afternoon?"

Jiang Liangjin thought for a moment and replied, "Everything's ready; we'll go over at two."

Song Yusui wanted to say more, but out of the corner of his eye he saw someone approaching from behind; he tactfully patted Jiang Liangjin's shoulder and said, "Alright, I won't disturb you—I'm going to find Song Yan."

As soon as he left, a large empty space opened up beside them.

The gift-giving crowd had dispersed, and guests gathered in small groups to chat, with soft music flowing through the hall.

Mu Youyu looked at the pile of gifts before her, like a small mountain, and couldn't help exclaiming, "You won't need to buy anything for a whole year."

"No way," Jiang Liangjin said, following her gaze, "you still have to buy what you need."

"..."

After lunch, the crowd gradually thinned; most guests had left the hall, leaving only family and close friends.

Mu Youyu never saw the parents Qing An mentioned having run into, and she didn't know where he had met them.

Without thinking much, after the brothers finished presenting their gifts, she immediately went ahead and gave her own prepared gift.

Jiang Liangjin indeed hadn't expected a second gift; the one from last night had made him happy for a long time.

Lu Yuchu watched the scene from afar, feeling sour, turned his head toward the nearest Mu Xin and said, "I also want my sister's gift."

"How is that any different from Qing An?" Mu Xin replied indifferently, "You tell her yourself."

"I can't bring myself to say it."

"Then just hold it in, Chu Ge."

Lu Yuchu looked away, Song Yan sighed, and comforted, "It's fine, brother; I'll hold it in with you."

In the afternoon, the banquet hall decorated by the Shen family changed its style.

Unlike the grand and imposing atmosphere of the Jiang family's side, this venue was arranged more elegantly, with an overall warm tone, floral arrangements on the tables, and delicate thoughts evident everywhere.

The Shen family indeed has few relatives, and after previously dealing with a batch of troublemakers, today only their own people could sit here.

Most of the attendees were business partners, plus a few long-time family friends of the Shen family.

Mu Youyu changed into a light-gold gown, its skirt a bit longer than the one she wore in the morning, with her hair pinned up.

As she entered the hall, she saw Shen Ningmu standing on stage, holding a thick stack of papers, confirming the proceedings with the emcee nearby.

"Auntie looks very formal today," Mu Youyu remarked, "Did she arrange all this by herself?"

Jiang Liangjin glanced at his uncle nearby, whose mouth was practically twitching up to the sky, feeling weary, and said, "It was arranged together with my uncle."

Mu Youyu acknowledged, then noticed that Mu Xi and Mu Xin had somehow moved from beside her to the front row, where they were whispering something.

Song Lujing dragged over a chair, wedged himself between the two, was shoved away several times by Mu Xin, each time grinning and scooting back.

Upon seeing his nephew enter, Shen's uncle immediately dropped the half-finished conversation and strode over.

"A Jin!" Shen's uncle clapped his shoulder, though his gaze fell on Mu Youyu beside him, his smile deepening several degrees, "A You, you look truly beautiful today."

Mu Youyu obediently greeted, "Hello, Uncle Shen."

"Good, good, good," Shen's uncle nodded repeatedly, pulled a box from his pocket and shoved it into her hands, "Hold onto this, it's a gift."

"Thank you, Uncle Shen."

Shen's uncle nodded satisfactorily, then turned to Jiang Liangjin, his eyes shifting, "Your mother has prepared a big move today; get ready mentally."

Jiang Liangjin's brow twitched, "What big move?"

Shen's uncle merely smiled without speaking, patted his shoulder again, and walked away.

Jiang Liangjin glanced at his retreating back and suddenly had a bad feeling.

At exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, the hall lights dimmed, and a spotlight shone onto the stage.

Shen Ningmu, a departure from her dignified composure at the Jiang family's side that morning, was full of vigor; she walked onto the stage, holding no script, and lightly tapped the microphone.

"Thank you all for coming to celebrate my son's birthday today," she began politely, her voice clear.

"Our A Jin, when he was little, was especially clingy; wherever he went he had to hold my hand, and if I let go he'd cry."

Warm laughter rose from the audience; no one had expected Young Master Jiang to have been like that as a child.

"..." Jiang Liangjin just listened to her fabricate.

After two minutes, Shen Ningmu raised her hand to signal, and the huge screen behind her suddenly lit up, beginning to play photos of Jiang Liangjin from childhood to adulthood.

The first photo was normal; Jiang Liangjin showed no particular reaction.

There were hundred-day shots, one-year-olds, two-year-olds, most of which were photos of Jiang Liangjin together with Mu Youyu.

The guests below began to comment on how lovely they looked.

"Childhood sweethearts, innocent and inseparable—that's exactly what this is."

"The two families are well matched, the kids get along well—Mrs. Jiang is blessed."

"Families of equal standing, talented man and beautiful woman, and the two houses are old friends—if this doesn't work out, I wouldn't believe it."

Amidst these remarks, a few strange comments were interjected.

"Look at that gaze in the earlier photo—he's been staring at her like that since childhood; what will he become when he grows up?"

Young Master Jiang never puts on a pleasant expression for anyone, but only for this Miss of the Mu family — that look, tsk, he can't hide it.

He's been putting on faces since he was little, no wonder.

He must have known how to be reborn — born with everything, even his childhood sweetheart is top-notch.

……

Everything was normal until he turned four; Jiang Liangjin was still quite satisfied watching and listening, until at age four his hair was tied into little buns and his eyelid twitched.

The next picture gave no reaction time; the moment it popped up, the whole venue burst into laughter.

This is also Young Master Jiang?

It must have been the Mu family's little princess who put it on him.

I feel it was forced.

I think he was quite willing.

On the screen was a little boy about five years old, wearing a miniature suit, his tie askew.

His face remained solemn like a little adult, and he was still holding a toy bear bigger than his head.

The most absurd part is, he wore a pink princess crown on his head, the contrast is outrageously strong.

Yu Ci laughed without restraint, "Wow, I remember this picture used to be Youbao's lock screen wallpaper."

……

Jiang Liangjin sat in the first row downstairs, his Expression was wonderful.