"Our Eldest Miss Meng?" These people are all famous socialites in the Capital City. According to the Yan Family’s status, only these top socialites are worthy matches. Especially now, with Yan Nanmo from the second branch of the Yan Family holding great power and prestige, among the Yan Family’s grandchildren, Yan Ke’s value naturally rises as well. So many nobles in the Capital City are eyeing this hot commodity. Who would have thought he already has a fiancée? Why has there never been any news about this before? The sound of teasing filled the room as Meng Junci lowered her head in embarrassment. Yet at the same time, a sense of unease brewed in her heart. Countless eyes were fixed on Yan Ke, eagerly waiting to hear which prestigious lady had the fortune to marry into the Yan Family... Yan Ke smiled nonchalantly: "You’ll find out on Great-Grandfather’s birthday." "Oh, still keeping it a secret? Well, since Old Master Yan’s birthday is coming, we naturally have to go to extend our wishes. We’ll see then if you can still keep it hidden." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NoveIＦire.net Suddenly, Zhu Fang leaned toward him: "Yan Ke, is your brother coming back?" Yan Ke glanced at him sideways: "Why?" Zhu Fang chuckled: "Master Yan is my idol. So accomplished at such a young age, you have no idea how revered he is in our generation. Could you introduce us, let us meet this legendary figure...?" Yan Ke curved his lips into a smile: "My brother will be back for Great-Grandfather’s birthday, you’ll see him then, won’t you?" Zhu Fang nodded: "True, I’ll make sure to get his autograph." Seeing Zhu Fang’s unseemly excitement, Yan Ke felt like kicking him, but he resisted the urge. At this moment, a young man walked in from outside, "Guess who I just saw?" he said, squinting with a mischievous smile. Zhu Fang kicked him: "Stop being coy, just spill it." The young man glanced at Yan Ke, "Your Seventh Master is causing a ruckus again. The sounds of women crying can be heard from afar. Tsk tsk, he’s getting more and more twisted. The top girl at Xunfang Pavilion is practically being driven to death by him." The girls present shrank back at these words. The most fearsome person in the Capital City, bar none, is Seventh Master Yan. He is universally reviled; even the threat of him can silence a crying child. The tales of the women he’s played with or harmed over the years are beyond count—though of course, this is all rumor. Yan Ke snorted lightly: "This Seventh Uncle is truly getting out of hand." Recklessly flaunting the Yan Family’s power, spending his days in the company of women, it’s truly disgusting. Yan Ke’s eyes flickered as he waved the young man over and instructed him to do something. The young man covered his mouth in shock: "Do we really have to do this? What if Seventh Master beats me to death?" Yan Ke smiled warmly: "He won’t. If anything happens, I’ll cover for you." Yan Qi only relies on the Yan Family’s name to act lawlessly outside. His father is the fourth son of the Yan Family—among the four brothers, the least capable, perpetually lacking a voice in matters. Even if Yan Ke were to beat him, what could possibly come of it? The young man happily scurried off, while Meng Junci hesitated for a moment, rising to her feet and walking over to him, softly saying: "Yan Ke, there’s something I want to tell you." Yan Ke gave her a cold glance: "If there’s anything to say, say it here." Meng Junci bit her lip, "Forget it then," and turned to sit back down. Yan Ke’s lips curled slightly, the scattered light casting a cool, detached glimmer in his eyes. A short while later, the young man returned, chuckling: "All done. Don’t worry, Master Yan, Yan Qi will never know who did it." Yan Ke stood up, languidly saying: "It’s getting late, let’s head back." A group of people bustled out, while Meng Junci lingered, following behind Yan Ke closely. When most of the people had left, she whispered: "Yan Ke, I really have something to tell you." Yan Ke paused his steps but did not turn around. Meng Junci gathered her courage and said: "My mom wants me to get engaged to your brother, but I’ve never even met him, and I don’t like him...." I like you. If you would just say a word to stop it, no matter how difficult, I’d rather endure my mother’s wrath.... "My brother?" Yan Ke suddenly turned, casting a sardonic glance at the girl in front of him. It passed so quickly she didn’t notice. The girl before him was in the prime of her youth, her skin fair and tender, her presence exuding an innocent charm like a lily untainted by the world. Especially at this moment, her eyes were red with tears, giving her an air of helplessness and vulnerability that easily stirred a man’s protective instincts. She was quite a beauty in her own right, but compared to Sister Yun Ya, she still fell far short.