Song Xiang was speechless and was about to think of a way to get rid of Lin Yihuan when Yan Han had finished talking to Qin Jianxi and turned to hold her hand.
Lin Yihuan saw Song Xiang being taken away, and his first reaction was to look for Zhao Jinxuan, but found that he was missing.
"Where's my husband?!"
There was the sound of stomping feet coming from behind, and Song Xiang couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Yan Yanhan hummed softly, "Zhao Jinxuan committed sin in his previous life by marrying her."
Song Xiang laughed and talked to him in a low voice. After a long time, he walked to the main hall of the main house.
As soon as they entered the door, all eyes in the living room were focused on them.
Song Xiang took a breath in dissatisfaction and scanned around. There were at least forty people, old and young, in the room.
Yan Han led her closer and only said hello to a few important elders. He cherished his words like gold and showed no humility of the younger generation.
Song Xiang was held tightly by him, and for a while, the aunts and grandmothers who were looking at her did not dare to come up.
Until Yan Zhenting came on stage, everyone gathered around the Emperor and went to the flower room and took their seats one by one.
The Yan family's family motto is simple. Whenever there is a family banquet, they don't have a Western banquet style. They basically have traditional table seats.
During the process of giving up their seats, a lady who looked quite friendly came up and asked Song Xiang to sit with them. Yan Han called her "Four Aunt" with a smile but a tough attitude, and held Song Xiang's hand without letting go.
The other person covered his mouth and smiled, but didn't take it seriously, turned around and left.
Yan Zhenting sat at the head of the table and directed everyone to take their seats.
Yan Han held Song Xiang's hand and sat down next to him.
Song Xiang glanced at the table. Several of them were well-known people in the military, political and business circles, but they were still polite to Yan Zhenting.
Before the banquet started, Yan Zhenting said a few words as usual, his eyes passed over Song Xiang's face intentionally or unintentionally, and suddenly said: "It's been a long time since we got together, so I asked you to come. It's just a lively family. By the way... Zhen Zhen is back."
boom--
Song Xiang thought about it and couldn't help but raise her eyes. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Yan Han's face suddenly turned cold. He probably didn't notice that the old man quietly took Yan Zhenzhen back.
The door of the flower room opened, and Yao Yiyi helped Yan Zhenzhen in. There was a burst of sighs at the table.
Song Xiang took advantage of the situation and looked over, and found that Yan Zhenzhen's eyes were numb and empty, and something was wrong.
"What's wrong with this kid?"
"Looks like you're sick?"
Yan Zhenting held the cane and hummed quietly, his eyes obviously looking away from Yan Han.
"I asked her to go abroad to relax before, but I didn't expect that this girl couldn't think about it and suffered from depression."
depression?
Song Xiang's fingertips trembled slightly as she watched Yan Zhenzhen sit down opposite her, their eyes facing each other, and there was no fluctuation in the other person's eyes.
Really sick?
She was nervous. If Yan Zhenzhen was really sick, then she was the culprit. What did the old man mean by bringing him back at this time?
Just as he was thinking about it, Yan Yan, who was beside him, took off the ring on his index finger without changing his expression, took down a whole plate of prawns from the table, and started peeling them off.
As Yan Zhenting said this, he peeled it off and put it on Song Xiang's plate.
"Can someone bring you vinegar?"
Song Xiang could feel the gazes of the people at the table, so she forced herself to calm down, picked up the shrimp and put it in her mouth, "No need, the plain water version is delicious too."
She said it was delicious, and Yan Han continued to peel it off, completely ignoring Yan Zhenting's cold expression.
It's not that he has no temper. The old man brought Yan Zhenzhen back quietly, and he had already stepped on his bottom line.
The slap hit his face, so there was no need for my dear grandfather to give in.
The atmosphere at the dinner was strange, and a circle of relatives could tell that this was a battle of wits between the grandfather and grandson.