After the fake young master left home, he discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.

In the living room of the main building, Zhu Mobaizheng and Zhu Yan's other three brothers gathered together, chatting on the sofa.

"What's been going on with you guys these past few days? We haven't seen you at all. Don't you know that Ayan lacked companionship growing up and needs more care?"

Zhu Mo sat on the sofa, her resentful gaze fixed on Zhu Cheng, Zhu Qian, and the nonchalant Zhu Yu.

"This time I'm on your father's side. Ayan has been living in an apartment for several days now, have you even come over once?" Bai Zheng's face was full of dissatisfaction.

The three of them fell silent in perfect unison; they had been truly busy these past few days.

"I've been quite busy lately, and some problems have arisen." As the leader, Zhu Cheng took the lead and shouldered the initial brunt of the criticism.

Upon hearing Zhu Cheng use being busy as an excuse, Zhu Mo became displeased. "You're busy? You, the president, are busier than me? You might as well step down and go work as an assistant to Ayan."

Zhu Mo is in a bad mood right now, so it's best if no one provokes him.

Of course, Zhu Yu is different. He is a very honest person and likes to speak the truth.

"You've dumped all the pressure on Ayan, how can you not have an easy time every day?" Zhu Yu picked up a piece of fruit from the fruit plate and popped it into his mouth.

Zhu Mo: !!!

"Hey you brat, what do you mean by that?!"

Sure enough, Zhu Yu was his father's trigger for anger; every time he spoke, he could make the old man furious.

Zhu Yu looked unconvinced and muttered:

"That's how it is..."

"Dad, there has indeed been some trouble lately. Our country's network system has been under attack, and the impact is quite significant. My company in Beijing has been greatly affected, and my older brother must be under even more pressure."

It was only Zhu Qian who could resolve the quarrel between the father and son.

"Why don't you ask Ayan? Ayan's skills are amazing," Zhu Yu suggested to his two older brothers.

"Don't tell Ayan that he's so busy every day, and he still has to take care of us. It must be exhausting for him. We older brothers should be the ones looking after our younger brother, instead of making him worry about us. Aren't you ashamed?"

Zhu Qian immediately rejected the idea.

"Alright, busy as you are, don't forget what important day it is tomorrow," Zhu Mo reminded him one last time.

"Don't worry, how could I possibly forget?"

Zhu Cheng and the others all expressed their agreement.

They were chatting in the living room when they heard a noise coming from the hallway.

It was the banquet party that had returned.

"Ayan!"

Upon seeing that the visitors were Zhu Yan, the group of people sitting on the sofa stood up to greet them.

Shen Yanqin and Song Qian were both taken aback.

As expected of the young master, he actually managed to get the family head to stand up and greet him.

With such a grand display, who else could it be!

Zhu Yan was clearly used to this kind of scene. Before she even reached the sofa, Zhu Yu rushed over and pulled her to sit on it.

"Ayan, sit down quickly, you must be exhausted." Zhu Yu took out a small folding fan, unfolded it, and fanned Zhu Yan.

But clearly, Zhu Yu, who had never served anyone before, was clumsy and inadvertently fanned himself, the fan brushing against Zhu Yan's face.

Zhu Yan slowly turned her head, without saying a word, her eyes revealing no emotion, and just stared at him.

Zhu Yu: (╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾Д ⁽⁽ ​​⁰ ⁾⁾)

"I'm sorry, Ayan, I didn't mean it." Zhu Yu stroked Zhu Yan's cheek, trying to erase the memory from her mind.

Zhu Qian seized the opportunity, walked over, pulled Zhu Yu up, pushed him away, and then sat down on his own.

"Get out of here, you clumsy thing." Zhu Qian snatched the fan from Zhu Yu's hand and took over his work.

"Don't worry, Ayan, I definitely won't be as stupid as your third brother." Zhu Qian still had a gentle smile on his face.

Zhu Yu: (┳Д┳)

"You...you you you! You're such a cunning person who takes advantage of others' weaknesses!" Zhu Yu rolled his eyes at Zhu Qian.

"No need, I'm not hot." Zhu Yan was afraid that he would get another fan on his face.

Zhu Qian didn't stop what he was doing; instead, he noticed that Zhu Yan seemed to be sweating a little.

"Don't worry, your brother will never hurt you."

Then she took out a tissue and wiped him clean, turning to Lin Xiang and instructing him:

"Go and turn the temperature down."

Zhu Yu glanced sideways, helplessly watching Zhu Qian take his job.

The petty person has gained power!

(ー`´ー)

Zhu Yu and Zhu Qian were arguing and fighting, which made the eldest brother seem even more cold and ruthless.

Zhu Cheng looked at the scene before him and pondered for a while:

No, he couldn't just sit and wait to die, otherwise Ayan would stop being close to him in the future.

His attention fell on the servants who were serving tea at the banquet.

He stood up, patted the servant who was pouring tea, and waved his hand, signaling him to leave.

The maid understood and quickly got up to give Zhu Chengteng a seat.

Zhu Cheng loves tea, so his tea-pouring technique is quite good, very skillful, and he poured a cup smoothly and effortlessly.

She brought the tea over, squatted down next to Zhu Yan, and even handed it to him, saying, "Zhu Yan, this is newly delivered tea. It's not bitter; it tastes sweet. Would you like to try some?"

It was already handed to Zhu Yan, so it wouldn't be appropriate for him not to take it.

But before he could even touch the teacup, Zhu Cheng called out to him again.

"Wait, it's a bit hot."

Zhu Cheng blew on the banquet dish.

The way Zhu Yan's three older brothers were fighting and grabbing left Shen Yan and the others completely bewildered.

If I remember correctly, Zhu Yan's three older brothers are all big shots in their respective fields, right?

But then they looked down and saw three figures fawning over the banquet, and fell into deep thought...

Zhu Mo and Bai Zheng enjoyed watching it, especially Zhu Cheng's performance.

Hmm...this kid's not bad, he's got guts.

I've never tasted tea poured by him personally in my entire life.

"That's right, you should care more about your younger brother and stop him from disappearing all the time."

Zhu Mo's face was full of relief.

"Ayan, you might need to work a little harder these next few days." Zhu Mo suddenly remembered the important matter.

"What's wrong?"

"The welcome banquet for your official return home and the succession ceremony for the young master are all ready. The banquet will be held tomorrow, and then it can be made public."

Zhu Cheng had told Zhu Yan before that he had been making preparations, and once everything was ready, he informed him.

"I'll do as you say."

The celebratory banquet is fine; I think it's just a group of people coming over, having a meal, announcing the news, and then everyone going home.

He never imagined that the banquet would be so lively.

After the group had lunch, Zhu Yan was pulled away by Bai Zheng to try on clothes.

Tomorrow is such an important occasion, and I definitely need to dress up for the banquet. I can't dress as casually as I usually do.

He looks handsome even in casual clothes.

"Come here, Ayan, take a look and see which one you like."

In the 180-square-meter walk-in closet, Zhu Yan sat on the only sofa in the center, looking at the suits being carried by dozens of servants, lost in thought...

"Whatever, I don't like any of them."

He wasn't picky about clothes for the banquet; anything that was wearable would do.

"Then let's try them all." Bai Zheng stood to the side, looking at the clothes, and made a decision.

???

"Try it all?" Zhu Yan couldn't believe what he had just heard. "No, I don't want to move."

I refused decisively.

If he tries all of these, he'll be exhausted today.

"Silly child, how could I bear to let you move?"

Bai Zheng smiled faintly as she looked at Zhu Yan's splitting headache.

No need to move? How do I try it then?

Zhu Yan looked up, gazing curiously at Bai Zheng.

At this moment, Lin Shen and several teenagers came in from outside and answered Zhu Yan's questions.

"Young Master, Madam." They walked up to Zhu Yan and bowed.

"Let them try them on for you. You have very similar body types. Just let them choose whichever outfit you like."

Banquet:…

That's unbelievable.

He still underestimated capitalism.

So he sat alone on the sofa, resting his chin on his hand, watching the row of teenagers in front of him change into one suit after another.

I am bored.

But Bai Zheng was busy and pointed at the clothes.

Finally, after selecting the one she was most satisfied with, Zhu Yan thought she could leave, but unexpectedly, Bai Zheng called in a group of people from outside.

Everyone was holding a tray with shiny red-soled leather shoes on it.

"Um... Ah Yan, and... the shoes, they might take up a little more of your time." Bai Zheng seemed to notice the impatience on Zhu Yan's face, and her tone softened.

Zhu Yan sighed.

"Hurry up!"

Fortunately, he didn't have to lift a finger to try on the shoes; Zhu Yan just sat sprawled on the sofa playing on his phone the whole time.

At most, when wearing uncomfortable shoes, he'd lazily say:

"Change."

He didn't even look down at his feet.

"Okay, these will do." Bai Zheng's voice suddenly came from beneath his feet, "Ayan, are they comfortable?"

Zhu Yan suddenly sat up.

Was it Bai Zheng who was helping him try on shoes just now?

He thought it was a servant...

"Not bad." Zhu Yan looked at Bai Zheng squatting down, carefully examining the shoes on Zhu Yan's feet, seemingly still thinking.

"This is it, don't bother with anything else."

Zhu Yan felt that Bai Zheng must be tired after worrying about this for so long, and wanted to finish quickly.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." After saying that, Bai Zheng reached out to help Zhu Yan change his shoes back.

"You don't need to do this yourself," Zhu Yan tried to stop Bai Zheng.

Bai Zheng's hand movements suddenly stopped.

"When you were little, I never had the chance to pick out clothes for you or try on shoes for you myself..." Bai Zheng's nose tingled, she took a breath, and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Ayan, please give Mom a chance to make it up to you, okay?"

Tomorrow is a very important day in Zhu Yan's life.

Bai Zheng wanted to make up for this regret.

So Zhu Yan stopped talking and watched as Bai Zheng lowered her head again, took off the leather shoes he had chosen, and put on slippers instead.

Zhu Yan's heart was suddenly touched as well.

In the past, no one had ever been willing to do this for him.

And now, he is a child who is loved.