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

At this moment, all eyes in the restaurant were on Zhu Yan, especially on Zhu Mo's sincere yet inexplicably innocent gaze.

"I did want to start my own business."

Zhu Yan avoided Zhu Mo's intense gaze, feeling somewhat guilty.

"As expected, I'm just a despised old man. You all despise me and this inheritance." Zhu Mo's tears welled up in his eyes.

"It's because I didn't work hard enough. This inheritance, which the collateral branches fought tooth and nail for, is worth less than trash to you..."

"Enough, enough. You all have your own ideas. Go on, go on. When I die, come back, kowtow, and leave..."

Zhu Yan was clearly at a loss when faced with Zhu Mo's zero-frame start.

"No, Father... I..."

Such a large family is being handed over to Zhu Yan; anyone else would be overjoyed.

But Zhu Yan just couldn't understand why they were being so nice to him when he had only just been recognized. His paranoia made him wonder if there was some kind of conspiracy involved.

"Okay, okay, I accept it. I'll accept whatever you arrange."

They've put him in this position, so he has no choice but to agree.

"Alright, alright, it's a deal then. Ayan can't go back on her word." The next second, Zhu Mo wiped away his tears and put on his signature kind smile again.

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"What are you doing...?" Zhu Yan was stunned. It seemed that he had been tricked.

But who would have thought that the esteemed head of the Zhu family was actually such a drama queen?

Bai Zheng watched the "comedy" unfold before her, covering her face and chuckling to herself.

The other brothers at the banquet also smiled, seemingly unfazed.

"I've heard your old tricks four times already," the older brother said ruthlessly.

"How about that? None of you are as good as Ayan. You're all heartless." Zhu Mo got angry when he saw his three sons.

Zhu Yu chuckled a few times and said to Zhu Yan, "In that case, Ayan, you are now the person with the highest status in this family."

Before Zhu Yan could raise her doubts, Zhu Yu continued, "Hey, don't underestimate our dad, he doesn't have much status at home."

"Hey, you brat, are you looking for a beating?" Zhu Mo, who had been speaking gently to Zhu Yan, looked at Zhu Yu with a furious expression.

"How dare you talk to your father like that?" Bai Zheng gently tapped Zhu Yu's head with a smile.

"I'm just telling the truth." Zhu Yu pouted and innocently rubbed his head.

After rolling her eyes at Zhu Yu, Zhu Mo turned to Zhu Yan with a gentle expression.

"Actually, what your third brother said is right, child. From now on, no one in the Zhu family can bully you. You can do whatever you want. And you should never apologize to us. If anyone should be saying sorry, it should be us."

At this point, the atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly became heavy, and everyone lowered their eyes, lost in thought.

"We know you may not forgive us so quickly. Your suffering over the past ten years was caused by our carelessness... But please don't reject our kindness to you, okay? This is the only way we can make amends."

This time, Zhu Mo's eyes were filled with tears again, but this time, her eyes were also red.

Zhu Yan had never seen such a scene before, nor had he ever heard such heartfelt words.

Because in the Wen family before, no one was truly sincere to him.

It's a bit cheesy, what should I do? He's a little embarrassed.

"I'm tired, can I go and rest first?" Zhu Yan chose to avoid the situation.

"Okay, go ahead, get some rest."

Zhu Mo knew that Zhu Yan was actually still quite reserved and hadn't really let loose. In front of them, Zhu Yan seemed to be pretending to be well-behaved.

Therefore, he felt that Zhu Yan still refused to accept them, because he had always addressed them as father and mother.

Yes, it must be that I haven't been good enough to him, it must be.

Zhu Yan was simply unsure how to respond to these mushy words, unaware that in everyone's hearts, it meant they were unwilling to accept them.

But he was still touched, at least it wasn't a conspiracy, it was all out of genuine sincerity.

At least, there are people in this world who love him.

He admitted that he was indeed pretending to be well-behaved, intentionally or unintentionally, because he felt that the reason he was not well-liked in the Wen family was his unruly personality.

Otherwise, why would they be so gentle to Wen Chen, who is pretending to be a green tea bitch, but so cruel to themselves?

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The maid led Zhu Yan to the bedroom. Although she had heard about the Zhu family's economic strength, she was even more shocked to see it for herself.

The total area alone is four times that of the Wen family's master bedroom, not to mention the original artworks and expensive decorations that can be seen everywhere.

Such extravagance is beyond human comprehension; this is the only way to describe the banquet.

Zhu Yan then went into the bathroom. It was getting late, and he was preparing to wash up and go to sleep, but he noticed that the maid had followed him in.

"What are you doing?"

"Young Master, the Master has instructed us to attend to your daily needs," one of the servants replied respectfully.

"I know, so what, do I have to serve you even for taking a bath?"

"Yes..." The maid was interrupted by Zhu Yan before she could finish speaking.

"Need not."

Then, with a "bang," the bathroom door was slammed shut.

Just kidding, it would be so embarrassing with so many people watching.

But the servant did not leave and continued to wait patiently.

Sure enough, five minutes later, the door was opened.

"Come in," Zhu Yan said helplessly.

During those five minutes, Zhu Yan spent two minutes studying the advanced equipment, but both attempts ended in failure.

Looking at the luxurious bathtub in front of him, Zhu Yan could only sigh, "Damn capitalism."

As for the other three minutes, Zhu Yan was having an internal struggle... Well, he could only succumb to the "tyranny" of capitalism.

It was already past midnight when Zhu Yan finished showering, and he was about to go to sleep when Zhu Cheng knocked on the door and came in.

"Big brother? What's wrong?" Zhu Yan had just finished washing her hair and hadn't dried it yet. She turned to look at Zhu Cheng with her hair still wet.

"It's nothing, just taking a look." Zhu Cheng glanced at Zhu Yan. "Get some rest."

"it is good."

Zhu Cheng was about to leave when he noticed Zhu Yan casually wiping his head with a towel before tossing it aside, preparing to go to sleep.

"You sleep with your hair all wet?"

"Huh? Hmm... I did it while I was asleep."

Zhu Cheng sighed helplessly as he looked at Zhu Yan's nonchalant attitude. He then entered and walked towards Zhu Yan.

"Sit down." Zhu Cheng gestured for Zhu Yan to sit on the chaise lounge next to him, and then he turned around and brought over a hair dryer.

By the time Zhu Yan realized what was happening, he was already seated on the chaise lounge. Then, his president brother actually stood behind him and personally helped him blow-dry his hair.

Did it burn you?

"no."

"Then why does your body feel so stiff?"

Zhu Yan remained silent.

No way, if the president himself blew your hair, wouldn't you be nervous?

Zhu Yan didn't feel any enjoyment; he just felt that the older brother standing behind him was a fake.

Is this still my cold and unapproachable president brother?

Zhu Yan's only prayer was that her hair would dry quickly.

"Ayan, are you afraid of me?"

Zhu Yan shuddered. "Huh? No, how could that be?"

Zhu Cheng felt Zhu Yan tremble, his hand paused, and he lowered his eyes, lost in thought.

Zhu Yu... You did a great job! You ruined my image in front of Ayan. Now he's afraid of me.

After Zhu Cheng finished drying Zhu Yan's hair, he reached out and ruffled Zhu Yan's hair. "Rest now."

"Okay, goodnight, big brother."

Zhu Yan only calmed down after Zhu Cheng walked out the door.

As expected of someone in a superior position, their aura is still too strong.

But then Zhu Mo came over and knocked on the door, followed by a group of people dressed as technicians.