Shen XingSui, clutching his phone, stammered, "No, it's no one really..."

He wasn't sure why he instinctively wanted to deflect, resorting to a small lie.

Thankfully, Shen MingLang didn't press him, merely glancing at the phone a tad longer before nodding, "Alright, I'll go ahead. You should join us soon."

Shen XingSui nodded hurriedly.

As Shen MingLang departed, Shen XingSui picked up his phone, "Hello? Master Fu, are you still there?"

There was a momentary silence on the other end.

then

Fu JinXiao chuckled lightly, the sound carrying a hint of coldness, "What 'Master Fu'? Didn't you say it was no one?"

Shen XingSui froze.

He hadn't realized that Fu JinXiao had been listening so intently just moments ago...

And how on earth should this be explained?

"Why?" Fu Jinxe's voice deepened, and when he spoke in such a tone, it bore an intimidating and stern aura. "Is a call from me embarrassing for you?"

This situation was truly peculiar. Or perhaps, for the movie star Fu himself, it was a remarkably novel experience.

However, in the past, with the rise of his career, barriers rarely appeared due to his fame and stature. Let alone making a phone call, even uttering a word became nearly impossible.

It's been a while, but Fu, the movie emperor, had never imagined that he might one day be treated with such evasiveness and disdain.

Shen Xingsui hurriedly explained, "That's not it, Mr. Fu. You misunderstood. It was just a unique situation because my brother asked me to come for dinner. I didn't mean it that way..."

Perhaps he was too flustered, so his explanation seemed disjointed.

Yet, someone as astute as Fu Jinxe quickly grasped the situation. To put it bluntly, Shen feared reproach from his family. Although Fu understood, he wasn't one to let slights go easily.

Fu Jinxe remarked, "It seems I've disturbed you."

Shen Xingsui was quick to retort, "Not at all."

"Then about my previous invitation..."

"I'm free, I'm free. You just choose the time and place," Shen Xingsui replied, perhaps feeling a tinge of guilt, and agreed readily.

A hint of amusement appeared in Fu Jinxe's eyes, but his tone remained even. "It won't interfere with your schedule?"

Shen Xingsui promptly responded, "Not at all. I don't have any recent engagements. I'm free."

Just as their phone conversation continued, footsteps approached from outside, likely belonging to his mother. Feeling inexplicably guilty, Shen Xingsui quickly said goodbye and hung up.

Stepping out of the room, he indeed encountered Xu Enzhen.

Xu Enzhen commented, "Dinner's ready, have you freshened up, Xingsui?"

Shen Xingsui nodded, "I'm ready."

"Great. The pork rib soup grandma made is exceptional, very delicious. You must try it," said Xu Enzhen with a smile. "I've been craving it."

Shen Xingsui replied, "Then I must taste it too."

Xu Enzhen nodded and reminisced, "Though I've tasted various delicacies, your grandma's pork rib soup and the noodle soup made by the elderly lady from the Fu family are truly unparalleled. Coincidentally, we're attending the Fu family's banquet tomorrow. We might be in for a treat!"

Shen Xingsui, taken aback, inquired, "We're going to the Fu's tomorrow?"

Realizing that Shen Xingsui was unaware, Xu Enzhen smiled, "Of course. It's an age-old tradition. Our families have had a longstanding relationship; not by blood, but closer than kin. Every year, after the second day of the lunar calendar, we attend the banquet hosted by the Fu family. And it's not just us; such esteemed families typically invite a broad array of guests."

Shen Xingsui gradually grasped the context, "I see."

Xu Enzhen patiently elaborated, "Yes, usually they send out invitations a few days in advance. For closer guests, the host personally extends an invitation by phone. Not long ago, Lina called me."

Closer acquaintances...

Thinking back to the call he received from Fu Jinxiao, and how he asked if he was available, Shen Xingsui began to wonder. Would he be considered a close acquaintance to Fu Jinxiao?

Xu Enzhen teased, "Perhaps in the future, the ties will grow even closer, and then you'll be the one calling me."

Shen Xingsui snapped back to reality, grasping his mother's playful tone. Flustered, he said, "Mom, what are you talking about? Stop teasing me!"

Xu Enzhen's laughter grew even brighter.

...

Leaving his grandparents' house, what Shen Xingsui hadn't expected was the heartwarming calmness of their visit, but the Shen family group chat was far from peaceful.

The younger generation wasn't included; it was only the elders.

As soon as they left, the patriarch shared a newly taken family portrait, adding, "Yong and Enzhen visited us early this morning, bringing along Xingsui. Such a well-behaved child. I gave them all red envelopes."

This picture set the group abuzz.

"Xingsui looks so elegant. I've seen him often on TV."

"We should also prepare some red envelopes."

"The old man has already given him one. If you do the same, there's nothing unique about it."

"True, so what should we do?"

Even though this chat comprised the Shen family's side branches, each member was a prominent figure in their respective fields. Now, these influential individuals were pondering the suitable gifts for their young kin.

"I'll give Xingsui the new Rolls-Royce I just bought."

"So stingy! With all those limited editions in your warehouse, and you want to impress with just a car?"

The titans began to one-up each other:

"I'll give him a house."

"Our airline business has been good this year. Since you're gifting houses and cars, I'll gift him an airplane to cheer him up."

Someone finally interjected, "Aren't you all going overboard? Can't we keep it simple?"

A brief silence descended upon the group.

The same person continued, "I'll give two commercial properties in the city center. He can invest or even liquidate if needed."

"..."

The one-upmanship resumed.

Inside the car, Shen Yong and Xu Enzhen could feel their phones buzzing non-stop. Opening the chat, they were met with this absurdity. Even the usually composed Xu Enzhen was torn between laughter and disbelief.

Xu Enzhen sneaked a glance at the children, whispering, "Don't you think these gifts are too extravagant? Try to persuade your uncles."

Shen Yong gently patted his wife's hand in reassurance, saying, "If they want to give, why stop them? It's up to Suìsuì to decide whether to accept. Besides, letting Suìsuì know that his uncles accept and care for him is a good thing. The boy often lacks self-confidence."

Xu Enzhen pondered his words and found herself agreeing.

She mused for a moment and then said, "This New Year, I think there's something else we should consider doing..."

Understanding her thoughts, Shen Yong smiled and soothingly patted her hand again, "I understand what's on your mind."

This put Xu Enzhen at ease.

Perhaps her life had its shares of challenges and sorrow, but fate had always favored her in the end. Now, she desired nothing more than the continued presence of her children, wishing for nothing but their health and happiness in the years to come.

...

The next day

Today was the day of the banquet at the Fu family.

By afternoon, Shen Xingsui was already dressed in the evening suit gifted by his father. The slightly darker shade of the suit subtracted a bit of his youthful air, making him appear more mature and sophisticated. Under the lights, he looked both dignified and handsome.

The family gathered downstairs.

Shen Xingsui noticed how stunning Xu Enzhen looked in her deep blue long dress, exuding grace and intelligence. Her hair was neatly pinned up, adorned with a simple crystal hairpin. But the most captivating piece was the aqua gemstone necklace she wore, which shimmered brilliantly against her fair skin.

Shen Xingchen exclaimed, "Mom, you look breathtaking today!"

Xu Enzhen playfully glared at him, "Stop with the nonsense."

"You truly look gorgeous," Shen Xingsui chimed in with genuine admiration, "Even more beautiful than many celebrities I've met."

Flattered by her sons' barrage of compliments, Xu Enzhen's face turned a shade redder. Even if she wasn't always keen on dressing up, which woman didn't appreciate being praised?

As Shen Yong descended the stairs, he greeted the radiant sight of his wife with a smile, "You look exquisite, my lady."

Xu Enzhen teasingly scolded him, "Flatterer."

The ever-observant Shen Xingchen noted, "Dad, you're wearing the watch Suìsuì gifted."

Shen Yong, being an avid collector of watches, had a plethora of luxurious timepieces. Though he would rarely wear the same watch for two consecutive days, he had worn Shen Xingsui's gift just yesterday, making everyone assume a different watch would adorn his wrist today.

Instead, Shen Yong glanced at his wrist and remarked, "Yes, it's a fine watch. I think I'll stick to wearing this one from now on."

Shen Xingchen couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration.

Just as he was about to comment further, their eldest brother arrived. Turning around, Shen Xingchen saw Shen Minglang, who usually believed that the priciest items were the best, wearing those gold-rimmed glasses.

Shen Xingchen shook his head with a smirk.

Shen Minglang gave him a cool glance, "Did you burn your tongue?"

Shen Xingchen nodded enthusiastically, adding, "Maybe I've been a bit fiery lately. Brother, if you gift me a few extra red envelopes this year and throw in a limited-edition sports car, I should be just fine."

Shen Minglang sneered, "If you're feeling heated, a gust of cold wind outside might do the trick."

"..."

"Well played."

Amidst their playful banter, the family arrived at the Fu residence on time.

The mansion nestled halfway up the hill shone brightly. Luxury cars came and went, and even in winter, flowers bloomed in the garden. The quaint path hinted at a profound cultural ambiance. Everywhere you looked, the place exuded elegance without screaming money. Yet now, with all the festivity and wine, the atmosphere reeked of affluence.

Standing at the entrance were the hosts, welcoming the guests.

Mr. Fu appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties, a tall man with thick brows and stern features. Beside him, the radiant Mrs. Lina donned a red dress, looking flamboyantly stunning. It was Shen Xingsui's first time meeting Mr. Fu. The aura of a man who could command a company and family was slightly intimidating.

Shen Xingchen whispered, "Mr. Fu looks especially handsome today!"

From a distance, Shen Xingsui spotted Fu Jinxiao standing next to Mr. Fu. He had to admit, Shen Xingchen was right.

Dressed in a dark blue tuxedo, with a tall frame and an elegant demeanor, his handsome face carried a polite, somewhat distant smile. Even without trying, he stood out in the crowd. Noticing Shen Xingsui's gaze, he looked up and met his eyes.

Shen Xingsui quickly averted his gaze.

Shen Xingchen urged, "Come on, let's greet him."

As they approached, they noticed some kids around Fu Jinxiao, clamoring:

"Want candy!"

"Brother, give candy!"

"I want the milky one!"

It seemed there was a basket filled with candies and fruits placed nearby for guests, which had naturally attracted the attention of the kids.

Fu Jinxiao handed out candies to a few of them.

Noticing Shen Xingsui approaching, he stood up straight and looked at him.

Shen Xingsui greeted him politely, "Happy New Year, Mr. Fu."

With a deep and magnetic voice, Fu Jinxiao looked down at the slightly shorter Shen Xingsui, smiling, "Happy New Year."

For a moment, Shen Xingsui found himself at a loss for words.

Having not seen him for a while, he didn't want to leave so soon; he wished to stay a little longer by his side.

Just then, Fu Jinxiao whispered, "Open your hand."

Though puzzled, Shen Xingsui obediently stretched out his hand, and a beautifully wrapped candy was placed in his palm.

He looked at Fu Jinxiao in surprise, "Mr. Fu, isn't this for the kids?"

"No." Fu Jinxiao declared confidently, "I give it to whomever I want."

"..."

Although it was somewhat unreasonable, a faint joy inexplicably welled up in Shen Xingsui's heart.

Ever since he was young, he had always been the child who missed out on candies. If there was a last piece left, it would invariably go to another child and never to him. Yet now, someone was willingly offering him candy.

Shen Xingsui closed his fingers around the candy, whispering, "I'll accept it, then."

Fu Jinxiao raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you going to say something?"

Taken aback, Shen Xingsui innocently asked, "Like what?"

"Like them." Fu Jinxiao gestured to the children nearby. His handsome face was adorned with a deeper smile. He leaned closer, whispering into Shen Xingsui's ear, "Say thank you... brother."

Shen Xingsui's eyes widened. The soft breath against his ear sent warmth rushing to his cheeks!

Meeting Fu Jinxiao's deep gaze, the man seemed oblivious to his discomposure and calmly added, "It's important to be polite, young comrade Shen."

!!!

Under his piercing gaze, Shen Xingsui's ears turned a deep shade of red. Lowering his head, he murmured, "Thank you..."

Fu Jinxiao didn't hear the address he was expecting and seemed unsatisfied.

From afar, Shen Minglang spotted his younger brother. Striding over, he called out, "Xingsui!"

Startled by his elder brother's voice, Shen Xingsui quickly responded. As Shen Minglang approached, he protectively drew his younger brother closer, maintaining a safe distance from the perceived threat, and remarked, "We should go in now."

Shen Xingsui quietly acknowledged.

Shen Minglang cast a glance at his friend, "Focus on distributing your candies. Don't corrupt the innocent."

Fu Jinxiao responded with a smirk, "From the way you talk, did you forget that I might also 'devour'?"

Pulling his brother along, Shen Minglang retorted, "For others, I'm unsure. But with you, it's definitely a possibility."

"..."

Sometimes being too well-acquainted with a mischievous friend isn't necessarily a good thing.

Once inside the main hall, Shen Xingsui was still mulling over the earlier incident. He looked at his elder brother, concerned that he might have upset him. He softly inquired, "Big bro, do you not get along with Mr. Fu?"

Shen Minglang came back to his senses, answering, "Don't overthink. We're really close. To put it simply, we grew up together, even before we outgrew our crotchless trousers."

Shen Xingsui broke into a smile, "That's good to hear. I was worried you didn't like my interactions with Mr. Fu."

Noticing his younger brother's relieved expression, Shen Minglang had a sudden realization.

"It's not that I disapprove of your association with Jinxiao. He's excellent, and if he's your teacher, you'll benefit greatly from his guidance," Shen Minglang said. "If he's a friend, that's good too; he's known for his integrity and reliability."

Shen Xingsui hesitated, "Then, what concerns you?"

Shen Minglang found himself at a loss for words.

His worry wasn’t about his brother meeting unsavory characters but rather someone too dominant and formidable. Given Xingsui's innocence, if Jinxiao genuinely cared for him, all would be well. But if Jinxiao ever harbored any ulterior motives, then Xingsui wouldn't stand a chance. Moreover, Jinxiao had the capacity to exploit without one even realizing.

He was concerned that Xingsui might not be able to handle such a formidable character.

Shen Minglang wanted to voice all these thoughts but held back upon seeing his brother's face, merely saying, "Never mind that for now, let's head in."

Upon entering the main hall, they were met with a larger crowd.

The venue was filled with food and drinks. Once inside, Xingsui and Shen Xingchen were drawn to the delicacies, soon lost in enjoyment.

Shen Minglang allowed them their freedom, not wanting to interfere.

Many familiar faces from the Shen family's past approached during the banquet. One of Minglang's old friends finally asked, "Minglang, those glasses must be pretty unique and expensive, right?"

Shen Minglang's eyes sparkled, and he raised an eyebrow, "How so?"

"It just feels that way."

Shen Minglang responded with a knowing smile, "You have a good eye. They were a gift from my brother, Shen Xingsui."

The old friend's face lit up with recognition, "Ah, that explains it! Shen Xingsui, the talented pianist I saw on TV? He's remarkably gifted!"

Everyone knew that flattering Shen Minglang wasn't easy, but now, with just a couple of compliments about Xingsui, a proud grin spread across his face. Yet, he feigned modesty, "Oh, Xingsui is still young, with much to learn. It's a crucial age for growth and improvement. We shouldn't over-praise."

The friend: "..."

It felt as though Minglang was hinting for more compliments.

Shen Minglang adjusted his glasses again, eager to highlight their importance, "By the way, how did you figure they were expensive?"

"The last pair you owned, worth millions, you barely wore. Yet you've adjusted these several times tonight," the friend pointed out, "It's hard not to notice."

Shen Minglang: "..."

But it wasn't just him. Similar behaviors were spotted on Shen Yong and Xu Enzhen.

Many business magnates noticed Shen Yong proudly displaying a seemingly average watch, almost begging people to inquire about it.

The crowd began to speculate:

"Is there a financial crisis on the horizon?"

"Is the Shen family going bankrupt?"

"You don't get it. A successful businessman like Shen Yong is probably hinting at the importance of staying low-key in business."

"It's so challenging, Mr. Shen exudes such class."

"Once I get home, I'm tossing my watch out and getting a cheaper one!"

Shen Xingsui had no idea that his unintentional gesture would lead to such a stir, with many socialites, wealthy ladies, and business magnates undergoing transformations upon their return.

He was dining with Shen Xingchen in the back.

As they ate, he overheard a group of socialites chatting not far away:

"Only once a year we get this opportunity, finally laid eyes on Brother Fu."

"Oh my, he's even more handsome in person than on TV."

"Is he married? Engaged to someone?"

"No, not at all. He hasn't disclosed any relationships. I saw an interview where Teacher Fu said he'd never keep his relationship a secret; he'd make it public."

"So there's still a chance for us!"

As Shen Xingsui listened to their discussions, the pace at which he was eating slowed down.

Shen Xingchen, captivated by the conversation and munching on a cake, commented, "Leaving everything else aside, Brother Fu really has a masculine aura. For someone of his stature to be so forthright, he's truly valiant."

Shen Xingsui nodded in agreement.

The thought of Fu Jinxiao going public with a relationship made him feel uneasy, even though he knew he should be happy for him.

He realized how selfish he was.

Teacher Fu had always been kind to him, yet he found it hard to wish him well.

The ladies continued their discussion:

"There's a dance later tonight."

"Being the eldest, he'll surely have to dance."

"Who's he going to pick for the first dance?"

"Oh, how I wish I could be that lucky."

"Don't get your hopes up; he hasn't danced the opening dance in the past few years..."

Absorbed in the conversation, Shen Xingsui was snapped back to reality by an attendant who approached him, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Shen?"

Turning around, Shen Xingsui replied, "Yes, that's me. What's the matter?"

"Would you mind coming with me?" The attendant bowed respectfully, "Someone wishes to see you."