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

The farce came to an end with Shen Yan's words, and the classroom gradually quieted down as the school bell rang. Zhu Yan's gaze, however, turned to the young master of the Shen family.

In his memory, he and Shen Yan had never crossed paths. Both of them were arrogant and unruly, and neither of them took the initiative to communicate with the other, so they never spoke. Therefore, Zhu Yan was very curious as to why this young master had suddenly spoken up for him.

At this moment, Shen Yan met Zhu Yan's gaze, curiously observing Zhu Yan, seemingly lost in thought.

"Why are you suddenly meddling in other people's business? I haven't even had enough of the show yet." The speaker was Qin Ci, the young master of one of the five great families.

"Stop pretending. Didn't your dad tell you anything last night?" Shen Yan didn't say it outright because he knew Qin Ci understood.

The two families are actually related; Qin Ci's aunt is Shen Yan's mother, meaning that their mothers are sisters.

"How did you know? This makes me angry." Qin Ci glared angrily at Zhu Yan. "My dad must have been out of his mind yesterday. He called me into his study and gave me a long, detailed instruction to stay with Zhu Yan at school and serve him well."

Qin Ci paused, then continued, "Me, a young master of noble birth, serving a down-on-his-luck fake young master? What right do you have! Doesn't he even consider whether he's worthy? I asked my father why, and he just said I'd find out when the time came. So last night I racked my brains and came to a conclusion."

Qin Ci paused for a moment, feigning profundity, and said, "He is my father's illegitimate son."

Shen Yan: ...

"Remember to tell me what industries you plan to invest in in the future so I can withdraw my investment in advance." Shen Yan was worried about Qin Ci's intelligence.

"What are you saying! This is the result of my all-night work!" Qin Ci was very dissatisfied with Shen Yan's attitude. "Fine, you're smart. Tell me, what did you come up with?"

Shen Yan withdrew his gaze from Qin Ci, his eyes unfocused, as if deep in thought. "You forgot? What's the name of the winning team in this year's National Cybersecurity Competition?"

Qin Ci squinted, his eyes darting around, then suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Zhu Yan!" But then Qin Ci thought for a moment, "Even if it is him, it's not necessary for us young masters to serve him."

Qin Ci still felt it didn't make sense.

At this banquet, the handsome man was indeed quite outstanding. He wasn't the kind of gentle, refined beauty, but rather a cold and strikingly handsome face that was extremely aggressive and made one's heart race.

In addition, he is proficient in network technology, and as for other things... there doesn't seem to be much else.

"In short, I'll listen to Dad and Uncle, and help if I can." To be honest, Shen Yan couldn't bring himself to follow Zhu Yan around. After all, he was also a chosen one, and his pride made him unwilling to be subordinate to Zhu Yan.

Qin Ci curled her lip. "Tch, I thought it was something special, is that all?"

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Without Wen Chen's annoying figure, Zhu Yan and Lu Ze were finally able to have some peace and quiet.

At lunchtime, as soon as the bell rings, some students always rush to the cafeteria to be the first to arrive.

The midday sun was intense, shining through the corridor onto the spirited young men and women. Unlike the gentle warmth of the morning sun, it only made people feel hot and dry.

"Hey, go get the food, I'll go save a seat."

"..."

What do you want to eat?

"I don't know, whatever."

"Order takeout?"

"..."

"I'm not eating anymore, I'm going to wash my hair."

"Why wash your hair at noon?"

"The oil is so hot it can be used for stir-frying."

"..."

This is perhaps what youth is all about. Laughter and merriment, unrestrained and carefree—the smiles on their faces at this moment are the most beautiful gift youth can offer.

On the bustling campus road, Zhu Yan and Lu Ze were walking towards the cafeteria for lunch. As they turned a corner, they encountered a boy holding a phone, looking around as if searching for someone.

Zhu Yan and Lu Ze were about to walk over when they were stopped.

"You are... Zhu Yan?" This young man was Song Qian, the young master of the Song family, one of the five great families.

Song Zhen spotted Zhu Yan at a glance. His handsome face stood out among the crowd, and his eyes sparkled as he looked at Zhu Yan as if he had found a treasure, his eyes full of joy.

"no."

Zhu Yan's reply was crisp and concise.

"Don't try to fool me, the person in the photo looks exactly like you." Song Zhen stopped Zhu Yan from leaving.

"What's up?"

"Brother Zhu, are you happy now? If you're not happy, I'll try to cheer you up. If you are happy, can you smile so I can take a picture?" Song Zhen held up his phone, his eyes full of anticipation.

Banquet:?

Seeing this, Lu Ze couldn't help but burst out laughing:

"Brother Yan, what's going on here...?"

"Get lost. If you dare to think anything like that, I'll twist your head off." Zhu Yan kicked Lu Ze, then glanced at Song Chen with pity and left, saying, "You're crazy."

"Don't go, Brother Zhu, please! My dad said he'll buy me my favorite car if I can make you happy." Seeing that his dream sports car was about to be ruined, Song Chen relentlessly chased after him.

Everyone in the capital knew that the young master of the Song family loved cars more than anything. No one knew what Song Lian had said to him, but he was so persistent in clinging to Zhu Yan.

"Brother Yan, what's going on?" Lu Ze turned around and looked at Song Qian, who was following not far behind them, and asked curiously.

"Who knows?" she said, but her hand had already dialed Zhu Mo's number.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

"Ayan, what's wrong?" Zhu Mo's gentle voice came.

"Father, do you know the Song family in the capital?"

Zhu Mo chuckled on the other end of the phone, "Oh, well, of the five great families in Beijing, apart from the Wen family, the others are all subordinate to the Zhu family, relying on the Zhu family's resources. I heard their children are all at your school, so just have them take good care of you. If there's anything you need, just tell them to do it; don't overwork yourself."

Zhu Yan remained silent for a few seconds, realizing that everything had been preordained.

"Yes, Father, thank you for your help."

"Hey, kid, what are you talking about, it's such a hassle? You're the young master, they should be obeying you."

"..."

After exchanging a few more words, Zhu Mo and Zhu Yan hung up the phone.

"Brother Yan, now I've witnessed your family's strength firsthand." Lu Ze exclaimed repeatedly from the side, "Boss, from now on I'll follow you."

"Call me 'Dad,' and I'll think about it."

"Dad! You're my real dad!" Lu Ze was very pragmatic, not hesitating for even a second. Hesitating for even a second would be disrespectful to his bright future.

"Can you smile if you call me 'Dad'?" At this moment, Song Zhen suddenly jumped out, holding a mobile phone in his hand, ready to take a picture at any time.

Banquet:…………

"Are you sure that's what your dad told you?" Zhu Yan was a little helpless with this persistent little tail, but it couldn't go on like this forever. It was like he was sick and always wanted Zhu Yan to smile.

On the surface, Song Chen could be considered a princeling in Beijing's elite circles, and to outsiders, it seemed as if Song Chen was relentlessly pursuing love.

……

"I don't know what he rambled on about, but I remember the last sentence: 'To make you happy, he'll give me a sports car.'"

Song Qian is 185 cm tall, a little taller than Zhu Yan. Standing in front of him, his tall and straight figure completely blocked Zhu Yan's path.

"How can I be happy if you come with me?"

"Then what will it take for you to smile?"

"Stay away from me."

"That won't work. We can't take photos from that distance, and then there's no evidence."

Zhu Yan was now suppressing the fire in her heart, trying not to let it rise. She took a deep breath, left Song Qian's side with a look of impatience, glanced at him, and gave him a sharp look.

Along the way, Zhu Yan and Lu Ze received many scrutinizing glances because of Song Zhen's perplexing behavior, with everyone speculating about the relationship between the young master of the Song family and Zhu Yan.

"Hey, look at that young master Song, when did he become so attentive to someone? Isn't he only interested in cars? Could he be pursuing someone?"

"Yeah, this handsome guy looks like that fake young master from the Wen family! He seems to have changed his name to Zhu Yan now. Young Master Song is actually making him laugh the whole time, wow, how domineering!"

At this point, the onlookers had already become quite engrossed in the conversation, taking photos and sharing them with their best friends.

Mysterious! Look, this is your favorite double male lead!

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The domineering young master's pursuit of his wife: Give me a smile!!!

Zhu Yan couldn't take it anymore, so she took out her phone and dialed Zhu Mo's number again.

"Father, could you please speak to the head of the Song family and ask him to keep his son away from me?"