Yin Chen and Zong Cheng walked in together. Setting aside their appearances for a moment, their height alone made them impossible to ignore.
Seriously!
Everyone else hovered around 5’7”–5’11”, so why did these two practically stride in at 6’3”?
It made everyone else feel like dwarfs.
Some people had intended to approach Yin Chen, but after seeing the “altitude” of these two, they decided to step back. Today, they’d just quietly watch the Dongfang family drama unfold.
Still, a few couldn’t help whispering about Zong Cheng’s identity. A young, outstanding talent like him—surely he’d be perfect for a marriage alliance!
This thought even crossed Wu, the father. Bringing his little daughter along, he immediately noticed Zong Cheng.
This young man looked excellent—calm, upright, good figure, attractive. Plus, he seemed acquainted with President Yin. Knowing Yin Chen was an instant +60 points in his book!
Wu thought about how to approach him, maybe casually probe for information: family background, parents, and most importantly… relationship status!
Meanwhile, Wu Mei was already stunned.
She stared, eyes wide, fingers trembling at the man beside President Yin. Knock! Knock!
She quickly pulled out her phone, ready to send a message. But to whom?
After pondering, she reluctantly unblocked a previously blacklisted friend.
“I’ll tell you something! If you spill this, I’ll report you to President Yin! You won’t dare say a word!”
“A secret?”
Her friend slapped his chest and swore, “I won’t say a word!”
Relieved, Wu Mei quickly hid in a corner, furiously typing:
“President Yin! He brought his boyfriend to the banquet ahhh!”
What?!
Her friend froze. “Really? The one with the chest muscles?”
?
Something’s off here.
Wu Mei stared at the message, rereading it. Slowly, she asked, “You only remember his chest muscles?”
Definitely weird.
Her friend was speechless. What else could they remember if they’d never seen his face? Abs? Didn’t see those either!
While Wu Mei excitedly typed, Wu, the father, decided to approach and greet Yin Chen. This concerned his daughter’s entire future.
Wu approached, and Yin Chen immediately thought of his little girlfriend. Zong Cheng recognized him too.
He instinctively looked at Yin Chen. Yin Chen glanced back, eyes playful.
Zong Cheng quickly turned his head, slightly embarrassed. Not exactly jealous, but… during all those video calls, the only female voice that had appeared was from Wu’s daughter! As a boyfriend, wasn’t it natural to be a little possessive?
Feeling justified, he met Yin Chen’s gaze again.
Yin Chen raised an eyebrow—his boyfriend seemed to be gaining courage. He wasn’t shrinking back this time.
Wu froze, sensing something off between the two. Was it just his imagination? Well, he had come this far… he smiled and kept his gaze on Zong Cheng.
“President Yin, long time no see. And this gentleman is?”
Huh?
Yin Chen looked away from Zong Cheng, noticing Wu’s eyes… subtle, assessing.
He looked twice and slowly said, “Zong Cheng, a trusted partner from last year’s collaboration with Yin Corporation.”
+10 points.
Wu grew increasingly satisfied, moving closer to chat with Zong Cheng.
“So this is Mr. Zong. He looks young and accomplished as well.”
Hmm… single? Age?
Wu’s eyes shifted.
Zong Cheng sensed something strange. Wu’s gaze and Yin Chen’s polite smile suggested… his boyfriend might be quietly simmering with a hint of anger.
Instinctively, Zong Cheng blurted, “Not at all—you’re young and talented too.”
Uh-oh.
Awkward silence. Fifty-year-old Wu peeked at Zong Cheng’s expression. Zong Cheng looked earnest. Wu began to question himself—did he really not look old? Baby face?
He pondered while Zong Cheng kept glancing at Yin Chen. Yin Chen returned a half-smile, half-smirk.
Zong Cheng worried—was his earlier response correct?
The three chatted awkwardly for a while. Outside, all the guests were seated as Dongfang Lie entered with the relatively impressive Dongfang Feng.
Wu shifted the topic instinctively:
“Dongfang Lie hid his son well, but rushing to acknowledge him while dropping such a huge project… isn’t he worried about losses?”
His tone held a hint of disdain. Understandable—though his youngest daughter was precious, he had two sons, and unlike Dongfang Lie, he hadn’t squandered his chances with countless women. Everyone knew Dongfang Lie had messed up.
Supporting his nephew for years as a shield, only to reclaim his biological son? Unnecessary and petty.
Yin Chen also reflected quietly.
“You were jealous last time, and now it’s your turn,” he said, glancing at Zong Cheng. Tall, rich, handsome—no wonder Wu was so keen on sizing him up as a potential son-in-law.
Zong Cheng’s heart skipped. He cleared his throat and whispered, “I wouldn’t be jealous if I didn’t know who he was.”
To prove a point, he slowly stepped outward, further from Wu.
Hmm?
Yin Chen typed a question mark—no need to be that extreme. Or, better yet, why not just disappear in front of Wu?
Wu noticed none of the subtle gestures. He was still gossiping.
“But I don’t understand why he reclaimed his son and also acquired a ZWG team. President Yin, any new strategies behind your purchase?”
Wu’s question sounded casual.
Yin Chen inwardly cursed—Wu was an old fox in the entertainment business. Could he really be this naive? No way.
Yin Chen smiled openly.
“Indeed, there’s a new approach.”
“Oh?”
A glint flashed in Wu’s eyes. Suppressing nonchalance, he asked, “May I hear a bit of your insight, President Yin?”
Yin Chen’s smile widened.
“Simple. I’ll explain briefly.”
Wow, such an opportunity! Wu’s excitement made him oblivious to Zong Cheng. Eager, he almost pulled out a notebook to record every word—though catching even a fraction of Yin Chen’s ideas would be thrilling.
Yin Chen began speaking clearly. Wu’s heart raced. Zong Cheng quietly listened.
“There’s quite a method to it. Lately, I’ve been thinking—earning so much money, how should I spend it? Does it make me happy?”
Wu typed a question mark? Did he mishear?
Zong Cheng typed a question mark too, then paused and added a period. He felt he’d experienced this already.
Yin Chen continued calmly:
“I studied modern young people. They live happily. Things like soda for fun, paying gamers—ever heard of these?”
Wu’s eyes complicatedly shifted. Of course he had. His daughter spent all day absorbed in these things.
Yin Chen went on:
“That’s right. I wanted to explore the gaming world, and having plenty of money, I bought a team to play. Like buying a football club casually—common, right?”
In short, unrelated to making money!
Very common… indeed. Wu pressed his hand to his chest. Clearly, the difference between people was significant.
Zong Cheng silently took notes. Oh, so this is how Yin Chen thinks.
Meanwhile, on stage, Dongfang Lie dramatically recounted finding and recognizing his son.
“…I feel heartbroken knowing my biological son suffered outside for twenty years.”
Dongfang Lie wiped fake tears, Dongfang Feng embraced him, calling him Dad.
Yin Chen paused, Wu covered his mouth.
In the corner, Dongfang Wan smirked coldly.
Dongfang Lie finally let go of his son, satisfied:
“This child is promising. Though he hasn’t studied abroad, he graduated from top domestic schools. Outstanding. He can handle company matters easily, which reassures me.”
Dongfang Feng looked moved.
“Dad, I’m your son, naturally I won’t disappoint.”
He was wrong.
Watching the staged “father-son” performance, Yin Chen exhaled slowly.
Using the dim lighting, he reached out, hooking Zong Cheng’s finger with his own.
Zong Cheng’s face warmed; his finger trembled slightly. Hesitant, he hooked back.
Yin Chen leaned in.
Zong Cheng froze, unsure whether to pull away.
Closer.
Even closer.
He instinctively closed his eyes.
Next moment, Yin Chen’s breath brushed his ear.
“Tell me, why doesn’t Dongfang Wan act now? Will he really just watch his uncle hand over his position to a biological son?”
Useless, isn’t it? So much effort wasted on Dongfang Wan. A little disappointing.
What? Disappointed in what? This is all in public!
Thinking this, Zong Cheng slowly opened his eyes, glanced at his little finger, and murmured:
“I’m not sure… or maybe he plans to act now…”
At that moment, a message from Dongfang Wan appeared on stage.
“Wait, Second Uncle, don’t rush.”
Zong Cheng froze. Yin Chen turned to look at him.
Could he be the legendary soothsayer?