Song Xiang and Yan Han stood in the middle of the dance floor, joking and talking as if no one else was watching. The dance was simple and casual, but it attracted everyone's attention. Everyone in the room, men and women, couldn't help but feel jealous.
After the dance, the two of them came off the stage and received a lot of blessings.
"The biggest winner in the whole game is Yingzi." Wang Fuxue joked.
Li Ying nodded heavily and pointed at herself with her thumb, "Mom and Dad are rising, so I am the most precious child in the world."
Song Xiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he went over with a glass of wine and toasted each one.
Wang Fuxue leaned next to her and asked in a low voice, "Is there anyone else from the Yan family?"
Song Xiang shook his head and told the truth: "It would have been best not to come. Except for his parents, there is no one in their family who is easy to deal with."
Wang Fuxue smiled, lowered her head and talked to Song Xiang.
Suddenly, Yan Han, who was talking to someone opposite, looked at his phone and frowned slightly.
Song Xiang noticed his expression, said hello to Wang Fuxue, and quietly leaned over.
Before I could ask about the situation, my phone vibrated with a message from the person in charge of security for the banquet.
——Old Yan’s family has arrived.
Song Xiang was stunned, raised his head, and looked at Yan Han.
I understood immediately.
Yan Han held her hand and said, "Don't worry."
Song Xiang smiled and held it back.
There is nothing to worry about. This is the Rong family. Now when anyone arrives, she has the confidence to go up and say hello.
There had been movement on the lawn outside for a long time, and everyone inside the building had probably gotten the news.
After a while, a servant came to lead the way at the gate.
Yan Zhenting was dressed in a Tang suit. Although he was gray-haired and pale-faced, he was energetic. He was leaning on a cane with one hand and walking steadily. Behind him were Yan Zhicheng and his wife.
Yan Zhicheng is wearing a crisp suit, and An Xuyue is also wearing a long skirt that touches the floor. They are holding hands, looking like they are in love.
Such a family appearance probably only happened when Yan Zhicheng married An Xuyue.
A sigh of relief.
Before Rong Boye could step forward, several leaders with high status had already come up to speak.
"As expected of Mr. Yan, he is still in such good spirits."
"People feel refreshed when happy events happen. The Yan and Rong families join forces to make a perfect match."
A chorus of congratulations.
Song Xiang scanned around and found that Rong Boye was no longer in the building at some point.
She thought for a moment, exchanged a look with Yan Han, and stepped forward first.
As they approached, those who were speaking wisely stepped back a little.
"Grandpa." Yan Han called out respectfully.
Song Xiang was in an awkward position and couldn't call her grandpa, let alone "Old Yan" in a distant manner. She could only pretend to be shy, nodded to Yan Zhenting, and leaned against Yan Han without saying a word.
Yan Zhenting glanced at her with mixed emotions. In front of everyone, he turned sideways and glanced at the old housekeeper who was supporting him.
Only then did everyone notice that the old housekeeper was holding a small wooden box in his hand.
"This is a small gift. It's a meeting gift for you. It was left by Li Han's grandmother."
After saying that, the old housekeeper opened the box on the spot.
Everyone quietly looked around.
I saw that the wooden box was radiating with radiance, and dozens of jasper beads were strung together and stacked in two layers. Under the light, they were moist and crystal clear.
"Oh, it's Chaozhu."
Song Xiang heard someone talking about it and thought of what it was.
She didn't know much about jade and jade, but she also knew that Yan Yanhan's grandmother was the daughter of a banker in Hong Kong. Her ancestor was a high-ranking official in the imperial court and her family was wealthy. The thing in front of her might have come from the royal family.