During dinner, Zhuang Xiyue came by once, saw Yun Ya asleep, and left, instructing Ah Yun to notify her when Yun Ya woke up. The Yan family gathered for dinner, with only Yun Ya and Yan Song missing. The table was lively, and the old man at the main seat kept bringing up Ah Song. "Ah Song has a wife now, and he’s forgotten about us elders, not even showing up for meals," Meng Shujing said, serving a bowl of old mushroom soup to the old man personally. "This little girl seems to have Ah Song completely under her thumb, quite the skillful one," Yin Suhua remarked. "Mom, try this bamboo shoot, it’s crisp and refreshing, really nice," Su Yu placed some vegetables into Yin Suhua’s bowl, giving her a wink, as if to say, hasn’t she noticed that the third sister-in-law looks upset? Why is she still talking? Unfortunately, Yin Suhua didn’t catch her hint at all, "Yueyue, although I don’t oppose Ah Song marrying a merchant family’s daughter, this girl grew up without a mother, and her mother has a terrible reputation. Her father is in jail, serving a life sentence, and I heard she has a deaf and mute brother. What kind of family is that? Like the saying goes, ’dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes to phoenixes, and a rat will dig a hole.’ With parents like that, how good can the girl really be? I think you should reconsider." Lu Yuke raised an eyebrow, lowering her gaze to hide a cold smile. Zhuang Xiyue clenched her teeth, her chest heaving with anger. A broad hand rested on the back of her hand, and when she turned, it was Yan Nanmo’s warm and calm eyes looking at her. Zhuang Xiyue smiled, taking a deep breath: "I’m fine." "Third sister-in-law, what you’re saying is incorrect. What do Yun Ya’s parents’ actions have to do with her? Besides, we don’t know the truth of the facts and shouldn’t jump to conclusions. Anyway, I believe in Yun Ya, and even more in her character. Grandfather has already agreed, and now you’re telling me to back out in front of so many people?" Zhuang Xiyue’s tone was cool, leaving Yin Suhua speechless. Yan Guosong smiled kindly: "Yueyue, don’t take your third aunt’s words to heart. I think Yun Ya is a good match for our Ah Song." "Indeed, she’s quite beautiful, heh heh..." Yan Guobai leered, laughing with a trace of lust. Zhuang Xiyue shook with anger: "Fourth Uncle, please have some respect." Pei Ying sighed helplessly, what a sin. Whenever Yan Guobai thought of the girl’s looks, he couldn’t help but itch with desire; hearing Zhuang Xiyue’s reprimand, he cleared his throat. Unfortunately, she’s now Yan Song’s fiancée; Yan Song really is lucky with women. Lu Yuke glanced at Yan Guobai, his lips curling slightly without showing any emotion. The Yan family is never short of lechers. "Oh, everyone’s here, am I the only one missing?" As soon as the voice dropped, a handsome man strode in from outside, surveying everyone with a charming and carefree smile. Yan Ke subtly rolled his eyes. Yan Guobai snorted coldly: "You still know to come back?" The newcomer was none other than Seventh Master Yan, Yan Nangui. "Today is the old man’s big birthday, even Ah Song came back, where the hell were you?" Although Yan Guobai was a playboy, his personal skills were undeniable. This flaw overshadowed his brilliance, leaving his life a mix of glory and disgrace. His most proud son was Yan Nanrong, and the biggest disgrace was Yan Nangui, his youngest son. As a child, he was smart and lively, called the hope of the Yan family’s revival, not at all inferior to Yan Song now. But at some point, this son he was so proud of began to change, becoming unrecognizable, feared by all... Yan Nangui found a seat beside Yan Hua, turned and glanced at the young girl next to him, her eyebrows delicate and skin snow-white, pure as jade, her eyes brightening: "Huahua, you’re becoming more and more beautiful." Yan Hua’s brows furrowed slightly, shifting aside, and said blandly: "Seventh Uncle." This Seventh Uncle was notorious for his frivolity, even making such flirtatious remarks to his niece, causing Yan Hua to feel increasingly repulsed. Meng Shujing glared angrily at Yan Nangui, "Huahua, come sit next to me." Yan Hua put down her chopsticks: "I’m full, still have homework to do, so I’ll leave first. Great-grandfather, uncles, and aunts, enjoy your meal, Huahua will take her leave now." With that, she turned and left the dining room. Yan Nangui propped his chin on one hand, watching Yan Hua’s departing figure with a smile; skinny as she was, her temperament was quite impressive, a classic reserved type... "Grandfather’s ninetieth birthday, of course, I had to come back. Who knew I drank too much last night and missed the timing? By the time I rushed back, the feast was already over. My fault, all my fault." Yan Nangui sighed with a smile, producing a wooden box from somewhere, walked over to the old man, bent down with a beaming smile: "Grandfather, today is your ninetieth birthday. I missed the timing, didn’t get to wish you properly earlier, hope it’s not too late now. This is my gift to you, may you live as long as Nanshan Mountain, with good fortune like the vast seas, and live to see many more such days."