TL: Hua
“Third Master Xun? Which Third Master Xun?”
“Are there more than two people in S city with the surname Xun who can be addressed with such respect?”
“He… is he the Third Master Xun, the boss of the Xun family? He is too young. Is there a mistake?”
Although Xun Qian is only 27 years old, he has been in charge of the Xun family for more than ten years.
Ten years is really a long time for such a fast-developing and ever-changing society. They have long heard that Xun Qian is ruthless, so, in their opinion, the long-famous Xun Qian should be at least a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.
They never thought that Xun Qian was so young and so good-looking. This face is also top-notch, even among people in the entertainment industry.
Yu Xiaosheng has never seen Xun Qian, but being in the entertainment industry, how can he not know the name of the Xun family? In other words, who in S City doesn’t know the Xun family?
In his mind, his impression of Xun Qian was roughly the same as that of others. He was probably a dying sickly person, either so sick that he had only a skeleton left or lying on the bed with fat on his body, which was, either way, unbearable to look at.
He pulled Qi Xiaoyu’s sleeve from behind and asked, “Is this really the legendary Third Master Xun? Wanhai Real Estate, Jindie Cleaning, Pentium Automobile, and Orange Juice Entertainment, are all under his name, right? The kind of person that even Jiang Feibai wouldn’t dare to squeak when he sees him? F*ck, I actually saw the real person today. It was not in vain; this birthday party is definitely worth attending.”
Chu He, who stood at the back with them, was the most out-of-circle person, but he at least knew Wanhai Real Estate and Pentium Automobile, as mentioned by Yu Xiaosheng. After all, they were the most famous companies in S City.
He didn’t say anything, and his attention was also on this scene.
Li Kun didn’t dare to speak. While watching the lively scene in front of him, he used his peripheral vision to peek at Qi Xiaoyu’s expression.
Qi Xiaoyu stood at the outermost of the crowd, almost to the window. He had no expression on his face, appearing distant, like an indifferent bystander. He nodded gently to Yu Xiaosheng and uttered, “It’s him.”
Others were still discussing, not daring to believe or be sure.
The few people at the front who heard Qi Xiaoyu’s light but affirmative words all turned back to glance at Qi Xiaoyu.
After taking a look, they recognized Qi Xiaoyu as a star.
One of them looked quite confident and arrogant and snorted disdainfully. Perhaps because he felt that Qi Xiaoyu had stolen the limelight or because a star couldn’t possibly know more than him, he raised the corner of his lips and said, “It is indeed Xun Qian. Do you see the person behind him? That is Zhang Han, the current general manager of Wanhai Real Estate. I met him at an investment promotion conference a few days ago. Who else could make Zhang Han push the wheelchair if not Xun Qian?”
“Isn’t it rumored that Third Master Xun is too sick to get out of bed?”
“He is indeed in a wheelchair.”
After the discussion in the banquet hall buzzed like mosquitoes for a long time, they finally confirmed that this person was Xun Qian, and they all shifted their gaze from Xun Qian to Mao Chi again.
Thinking that the Mao and Xun families were at loggerheads, everyone was even more surprised that Xun Qian appeared here.
In front of Xun Qian, no one dared to discuss it openly, but they were all thinking, “Is Third Master Xun here… to celebrate his birthday?”
“Is he here to celebrate his birthday or to make trouble? Who knows? This is getting interesting.”
As soon as Xun Qian appeared, everyone on the scene, whether they were artists or entrepreneurs, was gossiping about him, just like other people were gossiping about them after dinner.
And Xun Qian himself sat there calmly, with one hand on the wheelchair and the other hand casually on his leg.
It seemed as if all the discussions had nothing to do with him.
“What’s going on? Why are you all crowded here? On the stage…”
Mao Chi’s father, Mao Xuzeng, heard the noise from afar and rushed over through the crowd. When he saw Xun Qian sitting in a wheelchair and the two bodyguards detained on the ground, he paused and said tentatively, “Third Master Xun… Ha, why didn’t you tell us in advance that you were coming? We didn’t get to prepare anything. Now this is…”
Xun Qian, who had been leaning in the wheelchair without speaking or moving, nodded slightly when he saw Mao Xuzeng coming over and said, “I’m late for Young Master Mao’s birthday.”
He is actually only a few years older than Mao Chi, but he speaks in an elder’s tone.
Mao Chi’s face froze slightly, especially when he realized that Xun Qian clearly ignored him and only talked to his father. His face became even uglier.
No one else thought it was wrong.
All eyes were attracted by Xun Qian, and even the golden light in the hall could not compare to the dazzling of the person in front of him.
Especially Xun Qian’s lazy, hoarse, and aloof voice.
Mao Xuzeng laughed, “Third Master, it’s not too late. We’re only about to start.”
After saying that, he looked at the two subdued bodyguards and said, “Did these two offend you?”
Standing behind Xun Qian, Zhang Han stepped forward and pointed at the two bodyguards, saying, “As soon as Third Master and I entered the door, we saw these two stealing things from the guests while the lights were turned off.”
While he was talking, the bodyguards’ hands were bent over, one holding a watch in the palm of his hand and the other with a gold bracelet wrapped around his finger.
At this time, Wang Wanyu also lifted her skirt and ran over in her high heels to where Mao Xuzheng was.
Seeing this, the bodyguards shouted, “No, we didn’t steal anything, you framed us…”
“Ah! Ah——”
When the two bodyguards saw Wang Wanyu coming, they wanted to struggle and resist, but before they could finish their words and raise their hands to fight back, they were hit hard on the face and stomach by Xun Qian’s men, and the rest of their words turned into crying for mercy.
Xun Qian’s men were ruthless. After one punch, the two muscular bodyguards were beaten so hard that their faces changed drastically, and they screamed like pigs being slaughtered. The young ladies, who’re rather timid, turned their faces away in fear, and the others who wanted to watch the fun instantly put away their thoughts and kept silent.
In front of the Mao family, at someone’s birthday party, they beat someone so rudely…
Mao Xuzeng and Mao Chi’s faces changed at the same time.
Wang Wanyu looked at the situation and pursed her lips, her teeth chattering. She dared not say more, and was anxious. She had sent two bodyguards to teach Qi Xiaoyu a lesson in secret so that he couldn’t stay here tonight, but now… her two bodyguards were caught…
The father and sons of the Mao family have always had differences in their attitudes towards the Xun family.
Mao Xuzeng is old and mature. He advocates steady progress, and never confronts the Xun family, so his attitude when he sees Xun Qian is much more respectful than Mao Chi.
But recently, for some unknown reason, Mao Xuzeng found that his youngest son has become more and more radical, confronting the Xun family in everything and even snatching the Xun family’s business.
Mao Xuzeng naturally opposed it at first, but after Mao Chi succeeded several times, he got the benefits and indulged Mao Chi.
Now, the attitudes of the father and son are opposite.
Although Mao Xuzeng seeks stability and likes to save faces, he couldn’t stand people coming to his doorstep and slapping him in the face.
But Mao Chi held him back.
Mao Chi showed his usual smile and said, “Thank you, Third Master, for teaching us a lesson.”
He raised his head to look around, clapped his hands, and said, “The birthday candles have been lit for a while. It should be time to blow out the candles and make a wish. How about you all help me cut the cake first?”
Everyone came back to their senses from watching the fun, remembering that today was Mao Chi’s birthday party.
After getting their attention, Mao Chi walked a few steps towards the stage, and suddenly stopped. “I originally wanted to invite someone to go up and cut the cake with me… But it’s not too late now, Mr. Qi, are you willing to cut the cake with me?”
Although the people here may not necessarily like celebrities, many have seen Qi Xiaoyu on TV or in posters. The surname Qi is not common. When they heard what Mao Chi said, they immediately realized which Mr. Qi he was talking about, and hurried to find Qi Xiaoyu’s position.
Only Xun Qian didn’t move.
Zhang Han didn’t know whether he should move or not.
Qi Xiaoyu was tired after watching the drama for so long. He only drank some wine and didn’t eat anything all night. Right now he was snacking on some pink strawberry macaron, half of it in his mouth and the other half in his hand. Unexpectedly, the battlefield suddenly shifted toward him.
Next to him, Chu He was holding a plate of macarons and sharing them with Qi Xiaoyu.
Mao Chi glanced at Xun Qian, looked at Qi Xiaoyu, and smiled. “I like Mr. Qi’s movies and commercials very much. We have also had some cooperation in the past. Mr. Qi also accepted the roses I sent to Star Entertainment when it opened and even placed them in the most conspicuous position at the entrance, so I think Mr. Qi shouldn’t dislike me either. Today, do you want to cut the cake with me?”
When he suddenly said all of these, not only did Wang Wanyu’s face change, but the guests present all showed expressions of eating melons and shock, thinking that Young Master Mao, who appeared in public for the first time, was really not an ordinary person. Is this him…going public?
Mao Xuzeng looked at his son in surprise.
Xun Qian’s face also sank.
Chu He tightened his grip on the plate.
Li Kun regretted it so much. He shouldn’t have put the roses at the entrance that day.
Yu Xiaosheng opened his eyes wide, thinking that there were so many things he didn’t know.
But what happened next made Yu Xiaosheng’s eyes open even wider.
Because Xun Qian also turned to Qi Xiaoyu’s direction, and said slowly in that breathtaking, low, and hoarse voice, “I have also heard Mr. Qi’s songs, and they are indeed lingering in the air long after the performance ended.”
Yu Xiaosheng immediately turned sideways and said to Qi Xiaoyu in a low voice, “F*ck, the big shot actually likes to listen to your singing. You’re going to be popular, you’re definitely going to be popular, no, more popular than now. Quickly say yes, don’t hesitate, choose the big shot, hug his thigh.”
The few people standing in front of Qi Xiaoyu turned their heads and looked at Qi Xiaoyu up and down with their peripheral vision, but the expressions were obviously different from before.
Qi Xiaoyu was slowly finishing the half-mouthful of macaroon and wiping off the pink crumbs from the corner of his mouth. He looked neither at Mao Chi nor at Xun Qian.
