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The Shu family's family banquet was scheduled for this Sunday, nominally to thank the friends who came to the funeral, but Shu Qingmo knew it was to reveal his identity.

He didn't know whether Fang Wanrou would set up a trap for him, but his mentality was just like what Wu Yunmo had warned him, soldiers would block him, water would cover him.

Apart from going to the airport to send Luo Zihang off these days, Shu Qingmo has been staying at home to complete the "Duowen Tianwang Holding the Tower Picture" owed to Yan Zonglang.

The time limit Yan Zonglang gave him was three weeks, exactly until the end of July.Now it was delayed for a week because of the matter of mounting the painting, no matter how fast Shu Qingmo tried, he still couldn't finish it on time.

He reckoned that he should be able to meet Yan Zonglang at the Shu family's family banquet, so he planned to discuss with Yan Zonglang the deadline for the painting.

What he didn't expect was that Yan Zonglang did come to the Shu family's mansion on the night of the family banquet, but Shu Mengfu always held Yan Zonglang's arm, making it impossible for him to approach and talk at all.

"Let me introduce to everyone, this is Lao Shu's youngest son, Shu Qingmo."

Fang Wanrou didn't invite many people, a large round table that can accommodate 32 people to eat at the same time sat down all the invited guests.

Most of these guests are well-known figures in the Nancheng art circle, including Li Zhongdao, the dean of the South China Academy of Fine Arts.

For Fang Wanrou, the downfall of the Shu family is more unacceptable than admitting to an illegitimate child that everyone knows exists, so she doesn't mind pulling Shu Qingmo out for a walk and telling others about the Shu family's craftsmanship Not lost yet.

"Qingmo." Fang Wanrou turned her head, looked at Shu Qingmo tenderly and said, "Get up and say hello to everyone."

Shu Qingmo didn't move immediately, because he really didn't want to stand up.

Everyone at the round table was sitting, and he stood up alone, which was like performing on a stage.

But all the guests here are Shu Qingmo's elders, and Fang Wanrou has spoken again, so it is impossible for him not to give Fang Wanrou face at this time, it will only make those elders think that he is an ignorant person.

Shu Qingmo exhaled helplessly, stood up and said to the guests in a graceful manner: "Hi, uncles and aunts, I am Shu Qingmo."

"My painting was framed by him." Sitting diagonally across from him, Li Zhongdao tapped Shu Qingmo twice with his index finger, his eyes filled with admiration, "He is still a student majoring in oil painting at our Academy of Fine Arts, and he also paints oil paintings. Well done."

"This young man looks like a good-looking talent." Someone answered.

Shu Qingmo leaned slightly and bowed politely, but just as he was about to sit down, Fang Wanrou suddenly said to him: "That is President Huang of the Painting and Calligraphy Association."

Shu Qingmo had no choice but to stand up straight again, nodded to the other party and said, "Hello, President Huang."

Next, Fang Wanrou introduced everyone at the dinner table one by one, and some people even had to chat for a while after the introduction.Shu Qingmo could only stand by the side, Fang Wanrou asked him to call someone and he called someone, that feeling was really tormenting.

After more than ten minutes, Shu Qingmo was finally able to sit down, but his buttocks were still hot when someone said to him, "I heard that after the painting was mounted this time, you went directly to Director Li?"

Shu Qingmo didn't know the purpose of the other party's question, before he could respond, the other person said: "It's understandable, my young master can't wait to get ahead."

Shu Qingmo frowned imperceptibly, thinking he didn't.

"It's a good thing for young people to want to get ahead." The people at the dinner table chatted with each other one by one, "But we still need to learn more about people and the world. How can we go directly to Dean Li without Mrs. Fang?"

"Hey, aren't they all the same thing?" Li Zhongdao said out loud.

"Original status is relatively special, so you should have self-knowledge, don't you think?"

"Youth is not a reason to be reckless, you have to be down-to-earth."

"Yes, like my son, I will educate him..."

Most people at the dinner table satirized Shu Qingmo's ignorance both openly and secretly. At first Shu Qingmo felt embarrassed, but he quickly adjusted his mentality and ate his food with a calm expression, taking those words as fart.

The Shu family's mansion is Fang Wanrou's territory, and Shu Qingmo never expected this meal to be delicious from the very beginning.

But one thing to say, the taste is really good.

His eyes fixed on a plate of steamed sea bass not far away. Although he could reach it with his chopsticks, he had to pass Shu Yichen who was sitting beside him, which made him a little stiff.

He rested his left hand on the glass disc on which the dishes were placed, hesitating whether to turn the plate of sea bass around, but turning the disc would definitely affect the entire dining table, and as a person who was being criticized, this move seemed a bit too much Not correct.

Just when Shu Qingmo was about to give up the mouth-watering steamed sea bass, Shu Yichen suddenly stretched out a hand from the other side, and turned the dish in front of him.

Shu Qingmo followed Yan Zonglang's eyes and looked up along his knuckle fingers. Unsurprisingly, he met Yan Zonglang's eyes.

The two looked at each other for less than a second. Yan Zonglang took the lead to withdraw his gaze, picked up the phone leisurely, and danced his thumb rapidly on the screen.

After a while, the cell phone in Shu Qing's trousers pocket vibrated, he took it out to check, and found that it was a message from Yan Zonglang.

[Yan Zonglang: Is it delicious? 】

Shu Qingmo's depressed mood dissipated a lot in an instant, and he quickly replied.

[Shu Qingmo: It's okay. 】

[Yan Zonglang: The tender corn rabbit tastes good. 】

[Shu Qingmo: Good. 】

Shu Qingmo put away her phone, picked up a piece of sea bass, and scooped a spoonful of tender corn rabbit into her bowl.

At this time, I don't know what those people were talking about, but Fang Wanrou said: "It's all a family, Lao Shu's son is also my son."

"Don't you call me Mom?" Shu Yichen said to Shu Qingmo in a low voice with an expression that he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

Shu Qingmo looked in Fang Wanrou's direction, just as Fang Wanrou was also looking at him, as if waiting for him to express his opinion.He put down his chopsticks, smiled calmly, and said ambiguously, "It's nice to have a family."

By family he certainly didn't mean anyone sitting here.

Fang Wanrou looked away indifferently, and the conversation at the dinner table soon resumed.

"You can really talk." Shu Yichen turned his head to look at Shu Qingmo and said, "Since we are all a family, should you call me Second Brother?"

"Just you?" Shu Qingmo cast a cold glance at Shu Yichen, "I'm not called brother trash."

"What did you say?" Shu Yichen stretched out one hand to support Shu Qingmo's leg, leaned over with his whole body, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Do you believe it or not."

Shu Qingmo resisted the urge to poke Shu Yichen's eyes with chopsticks, frowned and warned, "Stay away from me."

Shu Yichen didn't move, his expression seemed to say "I just like the way you hate me and can't do anything about me".

But at this moment, Yan Zonglang's voice sounded from the other side of Shu Yichen: "Second Young Master, have you got the funds for the project I told you about before?"

Shu Yichen immediately withdrew his hand, and chatted with Yan Zonglang with great interest, completely throwing Shu Qingmo aside.

Shu Qingmo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he gave Yan Zonglang a grateful look, and then kept telling himself to hold on for a while, and he would leave immediately after the dinner was over.

However, after the dinner was over, a group of guests went to the entertainment room to play mahjong again.

Shu Qingmo seldom participated in class dinners. He forgot that young people would go to ktv to continue having fun after dinner. The same goes for middle-aged people.

"Can I go?" Shu Qingmo asked Fang Wanrou.

"Why are you leaving without the guests?" Fang Wanrou frowned slightly, "We will see off the guests later."

Having endured it for most of the night, Shu Qingmo didn't want to give up all her previous efforts at this time.He didn't play mahjong or drink tea, he simply acted as a transparent person like the last time he came to the funeral.

The mounting room on the second floor is not suitable for use at night, and turning on the lights will definitely attract the attention of others.Shu Qingmo stayed in the yard for a while, and because servants would pass by from time to time, he simply went to the open-air balcony on the second floor facing the backyard.

I still remember the last time he happened to catch Yan Zonglang smoking in the corridor, the best place he recommended to Yan Zonglang was here.

The backyard is a green pond, which is very quiet at night, without noisy cicadas and frogs, only the occasional sound of koi wagging its tail in the water.

Well-trimmed green plants are planted by the pool, and with just the right light yellow lights, the beauty of the courtyard at night is also worth watching.

Standing by the fence of the balcony, Shu Qingmo breathed a sigh of relief, temporarily letting her mind go.

But not long after, a familiar voice sounded behind him: "You are indeed here."

Shu Qingmo turned around in surprise, looked at the humanity who came out of the shadows and said, "Mr. Yan?"

"How is it?" Yan Zonglang came to Shu Qingmo's side with long legs, looked at the quiet courtyard under his feet and said, "Are you still used to such occasions?"

Shu Qingmo let go of her guard all night, shook her head and said, "I'm not used to it, I want to leave anytime."

"Actually, I want to leave too." Yan Zonglang smiled, looked at Shu Qingmo and said, "I don't want to come to this kind of meaningless party either."

"Then why did you come?" Shu Qingmo couldn't help asking.

Obviously, the purpose of this gathering was to give Shu Qingmo a bad start. Apart from "educating" him, the people at the dinner table were just praising Shu Mengfu for her beauty and Shu Yichen's intelligence and ability. I believe it was a waste of time for Yan Zonglang.

"I have no choice but to come." Shu Qingmo continued, "If you don't want to come, Fang Wanrou probably won't force you, right?"

"Does she dare to force me?" Yan Zonglang said lightly, "I did it myself."

Shu Qingmo was puzzled: "Then..."

Yan Zonglang said: "I'm afraid you will be bullied."

Shu Qingmo was startled, he didn't expect Yan Zonglang to attend this boring family banquet because of him.

But he was not foolishly moved. Ever since he became enlightened, he has been used to analyzing the real purpose behind Yan Zonglang's actions.

He asked uncertainly: "Are you afraid that I will be bullied, or are you afraid that I will ruin a good hand of cards?"

Yan Zonglang raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, as if he didn't expect that Shu Qingmo could see through him.He didn't deny it, he raised his hand and rubbed Shu Qingmo's head, and said softly, "You did well just now."

Shu Qingmo had long been used to Yan Zonglang's logic, so she wasn't disappointed.He was about to thank Yan Zonglang for helping him transfer the plate of steamed perch to him, but at this moment, a clear and loud female voice sounded from the corridor outside: "Mr. Yan?"

It's Shu Mengfu.

Shu Qingmo subconsciously wanted to go out. After all, Yan Zonglang was his brother-in-law in name. The two of them stayed here chatting alone. It would be bad to be bumped into by others, let alone Yan Zonglang's fiancée Shu Meng who came here now. Fu.

But as soon as Shu Qingmo turned around, Yan Zonglang grabbed his arm.

Yan Zonglang's meaning is very clear, don't rush out.

Shu Qingmo also belatedly remembered that the balcony was located in the corner of the second floor, as long as he went out, he would definitely run into Shu Mengfu, so he might feel guilty about it.

The footsteps in the corridor were getting closer and closer, Shu Qingmo looked at Yan Zonglang indifferently, but at this moment Yan Zonglang suddenly wrapped his arms around his waist and quietly led him into the shadow of the corner of the balcony.

Yan Zonglang was wearing a black suit, and it was not easy to be spotted in the black shadow.He covered Shu Qingmo in front of him, allowing the two of them to blend into the night perfectly.

It wasn't until Shu Qingmo was covered by Yan Zonglang that he realized something with a dazed expression—his sister's fiancé hid with him in front of his sister.

That seems a bit off, right? ?

Shu Qingmo's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He could smell the delicious perfume on Yan Zonglang's body, and he could also feel Yan Zonglang's body temperature close at hand. He could even see... between Yan Zonglang's protruding Adam's apple and neat collar. During this period, seductive hormones continuously emerged.

Yan Zonglang should have sensed Shu Qingmo's uneasiness, he lowered his head, pressed it against Shu Qingmo's ear and whispered: "Shhh—"

Shu Qingmo looked over Yan Zonglang's shoulder in a daze at the moonless night sky.

He knew exactly what Yan Zonglang was "shushing", because at this moment, his heartbeat was louder than the sound of koi wagging its tail in the pond.