Chapter 480: Keep this confidence

Jiang Liangjin saw Mu Youyu return, pushed the plate of peeled shrimp in front of her, and said, "Eat while it's hot."

Mu Youyu lowered her head to look at the small dish of shrimp meat, speared a piece with her fork and put it in her mouth; the taste was not bad.

Song Huaixian explained with a smile, then raised his hand to point at Zhu Yan beside him, "That gray-haired guy just now is the lackey of the person next to me."

Zhu Yan did not retort.

The others didn't understand why.

Second Uncle and Second Aunt's gazes darted between the two, finally they laughed and pulled Zhu Yan over; Second Aunt half-covered her mouth, "Hey, isn't this Yan Yan? Yan Yan, come sit here."

Zhu Yan sat down gracefully, "Uncle, Aunt, hello."

Song Huaixian raised his eyebrows, also didn't say much.

Song Huaiyu still showed no reaction.

Halfway through the banquet, Song Huaixian stood up from his seat, lightly tapped the microphone twice, and everyone's attention instantly focused.

"Thank you all for coming to my and my brother's birthday banquet today, especially those who came from afar, you've worked hard."

He said, glancing toward his sister's table, "There's nothing special today, just eat well, drink well, and have fun."

After speaking, he sat down again.

Song Huaiyu had no intention of standing, lowering his head to eat his vegetables.

Mu Youyu paused in picking up her vegetables: Is that it?

Song Huaixian seemed to notice his sister's doubt, stood up from his chair and moved to her side, "Actually there's a little segment, just a not-so-important little segment."

He kept it a secret, Song Huaiyu interjected without looking up: "Singing."

"Right, singing." Song Huaixian picked up the thread, grinning at his sister, "I wish me and my brother lifelong peace and smooth sailing."

Jiang Liangjin also became interested, in his eyes Xian Ge was the kind of versatile person, "What will Xian Ge sing?"

Song Huaixian thought for a moment, "Just sing something you're good at; even 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' would do."

You...?

Jiang Liangjin gave him a sideways glance, his voice slightly cool: "Who's going to sing?"

Song Huaixian handed the microphone to Song Huaiyu, "My older brother! He's older than me, I should let him go first."

Jiang Liangjin then relaxed; Song Huaiyu remained silent.

The crowd below joined in the clamor, laughter erupted.

Song Huaiyu stood up, took the microphone, and slowly said, "Then please let the first person who entered the venue come up and sing a song to liven things up."

"..."

Yu Ci and Gu Xingnan had sneaked in during the commotion.

Yu Ci stood at the side door of the banquet hall, hadn't found a seat yet, and was rooted to the spot by that remark.

Gu Xingnan stood half a step behind him, "What's wrong?"

Yu Ci lifted his head to meet the crowd's gaze, eyes wary, "No, I just came to mooch a meal; what are you doing to me?"

He tried to break free, glancing at Mu Youyu's table, seeking support.

Unfortunately, Mu Youyu and Jiang Liangjin pretended not to hear anything.

Song Huaiyu held the microphone, standing in place with no intention of taking it back.

Song Huaixian laughed beside him, "Yo, don't decline—you're our most honored guest, the first to enter and the first to sing; how auspicious."

"If you wanted to punish me for being late, just say so." Yu Ci stepped forward, "What's auspicious about auspicious? I'm not the groom."

"Then being the groom wouldn't be impossible either." Song Huaixian responded quickly, laughing at himself after speaking.

Song Huaiyu reached out and patted him on the back of the head with moderate force; Song Huaixian covered the back of his head, his smile undiminished.

Yu Ci resignedly took the microphone, drew a deep breath, about to casually hum a couple lines to get by, when a female voice suddenly came from the corner: "Let's switch people; we rarely get together like this."

The speaker was Zhu Yan, leaning against the chair back, holding that cup of juice that had been refilled who knows how many times, expression indifferent.

Song Huaixian tilted his head, brows slightly raised, "Fine, you go."

Jiang Liangjin was extremely bored: just singing a song and they keep pushing it back and forth.

The gray-haired man, uninvolved, casually chimed in, "Who should we switch to?"

Zhu Yan tilted her head upon hearing that, lips slightly parting, uttering a few words.

The gray-haired man, who had been shrinking at the table next to Zhu Yan pretending to be invisible, upon hearing this, also withdrew the smile at the corner of his mouth.

He opened his mouth to explain, but Zhu Yan had already withdrawn her gaze, lifted the cup in front of her and took a sip, no longer looking at him.

The gray-haired man resignedly sprang up from his chair, rushed a few steps to Yu Ci, snatched the microphone, "Let me, let me, everyone don't make things difficult for this little brother."

Gu Xingnan recognized that these few were all friends of Song Huaixian.

Yu Ci blinked, then instinctively glanced askance at Song Huaiyu.

Song Huaiyu had a blank expression, as if saying, "As long as someone sings and it's not him, that's fine."

On the other hand, Song Huaixian curled his lip, "Yo, you're so eager today? Before, getting you on stage was like pulling teeth."

The gray-haired man ignored him, snatched the microphone from Yu Ci's hand, and turned to face the crowd.

His movement was so fast Yu Ci didn't even react—the microphone was already in the gray-haired man's hand.

He raised the microphone, cleared his throat, and flashed a big smile at the crowd, "Today we have our Xian Fei..."

"Oh no, it's Huaixian and his brother's birthday; I speak for myself, wishing the two birthday stars a happy birthday, may they..."

The last two words seemed hard to utter, he choked a bit, then changed tack: "May they forever keep this confidence."

Song Huaixian: "Get lost! I don't want to wish him success outright—he knows this guy has ill intentions!"

Song Huaiyu seemed thoughtful; no wonder his brother said this person isn't a good guy.

Qing An teased, "Yo, Consort Xian~"

Song Huaixian glared at him, "Don't provoke me either."

Qing An immediately hid behind Mu Xin, coquettishly shouting: "Ah Xin~"

Mu Xin: "Stay away from me."

Song Yusui: "Don't disgust my dear Xin treasure."

"Oh."

The grey-haired man had already started singing; he chose an old song from some unknown era, the tune went off on seven or eight bends.

"Ah—ah, ah. Ah~ah!" He himself oblivious, sang with extreme immersion, eyes closed, head raised, wishing he could pull out every note from his throat and offer it to the whole audience.

Mu Youyu couldn't bear to watch, lowered her voice: "What is he singing?"

"Noise." Jiang Liangjin's reply was as concise as ever.

Mu Xi, being in the music circle, named a song, and only then did Mu Youyu realize it was from the grandparents' generation.

"You don't need to liven up the atmosphere like this, my ears." Shang You, who already disliked any noise, now hid behind Mu Yichi, looking utterly pained.

Mu Yichi laughed, turned and ruffled his hair: "Go out and play."

Shang Yu, as if granted a pardon, immediately relaxed, bowed slightly, and slipped out.

Mu Youyu, noticing the person hiding behind Mu Yichi, tugged at Jiang Liangjin's sleeve: "Look."

Jiang Liangjin has an excellent memory; following the gaze, he immediately recognized the person: "Is he Yichi's friend?"

Mu Youyu nodded up and down, then realized why this person looked and sounded familiar: his eyes were somewhat like Xianqi's ex-girlfriend's, and his height was similar.

As she turned her gaze, she saw Mu Xianqi follow behind him and go out.

Mu Youyu seemed to have discovered something interesting.