Chapter 241 - 239: Seventieth Birthday Celebration

On the seventh day at the Yan Family, Old Mr. Yan’s birthday banquet finally began.

To celebrate the old man’s seventieth birthday, the Yan Family set up a flowing feast spanning the entire Taiping Town.

Anyone in the town, whether local or tourist, could sit down to eat and drink freely.

Many internet celebrities from nearby cities rushed to Taiping Town once they heard the news.

However, they couldn’t get into the Yan family’s main house and could only film the lively feast on the streets.

Perhaps it was due to the Yang Family’s influence, or maybe the connection with Shangqing Tao, that Lu Heng and others were seated near the main table.

This treatment was almost equivalent to that of the Yan family’s own members.

Qingyue also sat at this table.

Ever since the young girl declared she wouldn’t stay with the Yan Family nor acknowledge her roots, Yan Ya’s attitude towards her had grown much colder.

After all, in Yan Ya’s eyes, this daughter was just a tool.

When a tool becomes useless, there’s no need to pay attention to it.

Many of the Yan family’s elders sat around, occasionally casting glances at Qingyue.

"Is this little girl Yan Ya’s daughter?"

"Yes, it’s the daughter who was sent away back then."

"Then why is she sitting here? Shouldn’t she be at the main table?"

"I heard it seems she doesn’t want to acknowledge our Yan Family."

"Then what is she doing here?"

"Maybe she just wants to meet her mother?"

"Hehe! What’s there to see in that heartless woman Yan Ya?"

"Indeed, if Yan Ya had given some face, I wouldn’t have lost more than five million!"

"Ever since Third Brother’s little daughter took charge, our days have been getting increasingly difficult!"

"Alright, alright, let’s all say a bit less! After all, it’s Third Brother’s birthday today; we shouldn’t bring bad luck."

This group of Yan Family elders initially talked about Qingyue’s matter.

But as they continued, they unanimously started cursing Yan Ya.

Obviously, Yan Ya’s actions in recent years have made the entire family grumble in discontent.

"I heard Third Brother’s children made some adoption plan, which also fell through?"

"What adoption plan? How come I haven’t heard of it?"

"It’s about adopting their children under Yan Ya’s name!"

"Isn’t Yan Ya just in her early thirties? What’s the adoption about?"

"I heard she might not be able to have children anymore, so she tried to find her daughter, but the little girl didn’t want to acknowledge the Yan Family at all."

"Third Brother’s children are too dumb, how could they outwit that ghost girl?

"Indeed! From the eldest to the sixth, none of them has brains."

"I see, none of them has brains, and even their children are the same!"

"Shh... Keep your voices down, don’t let Third Brother’s family hear it!"

"What are you afraid of? Are we scared of speaking about their messy affairs?"

"Speaking of, Third Brother’s eldest grandson is quite capable; he even fathered a mixed-blood child."

"Hahaha! I was there at the time; you should’ve seen Third Brother’s face, as dark as a pot’s bottom!"

This group of people was so delighted discussing Old Mr. Yan’s family matters that their mouths almost reached their back molars.

Those ridiculous affairs that make people laugh or cry are just hidden from outsiders.

As members of the Yan Family, how could they not know?

With these people’s sardonic remarks, Qingming was almost pricking up his ears.

He just loved this kind of messy gossip.

During his time at the Yan Family, he could eat fresh melons every day.

He had never felt life to be so fulfilling!

"Where did Second Brother go?"

"Why hasn’t he shown up yet?"

Qingling glanced around but didn’t find Yang Qingshu’s figure.

Lu Heng laughed and said: "Second Brother is representing the Yang Family to present the gifts, probably needs to wait until he’s done to come and sit."

"Oh!"

Upon hearing this, Qingling nodded lightly.

Beside him, Qingyue tugged at Lu Heng’s sleeve and whispered: "Brother, do zombies really exist in this world?"

Lu Heng looked at her somewhat darkened eye circles, knowing that the discussion between Yang Qingshu and Qingling about zombies yesterday must have scared this little girl.

As a well-rounded good brother in terms of virtue, intellect, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor, could he let his junior sister stay scared?

Of course, he could!

"Yes!"

Lu Heng deliberately lowered his voice and said: "Let me tell you, when a person dies, if they have one last breath they can’t exhale, they will transform into a zombie."

"If the burial location is rich in yin energy, the body will not decompose and turn into a zombie!"

"Zombies have deep black eyes, with green pupils in the middle, covered in white fur, with no humanity, losing rationality, and they harbor resentment as they died with regrets, absorbing the moon’s yin energy, and their favorite is eating children!"

"Because their limbs are stiff, they can only extend their arms horizontally forward and hop continuously to move."

"Once someone is bitten or scratched by them, they get infected with corpse poison, and if untreated before the transformation, they will die and completely turn into another zombie, irrecoverable..."

"Ah!"

After hearing Lu Heng’s tale, Qingyue couldn’t help but let out a low cry.

Her face turned pale from fright, and her right hand clutched tightly onto Lu Heng’s clothes, unwilling to let go.

"Qingfeng, how could you learn such mischief from your Second Brother?"

Song Qing, seeing Qingyue’s appearance, couldn’t help but feel a bit heartbroken.

She glared at Lu Heng and then gently said: "Qingyue, rest assured, there’s no such thing as zombies in this world."

"Your Third Brother was just deliberately teasing you!"

"Really, Sister Song?"

Qingyue blinked her big eyes and asked pitifully.

"Of course, it’s true!"

"If you don’t believe it, ask Qingfeng."

Song Qing said, giving Lu Heng a fierce stare, signaling him to tell the truth quickly.

"Just kidding, there are no zombies!"

Lu Heng pinched the little girl’s cheek and laughed heartily.

"Brother, you’re so mean!"

Qingyue snorted angrily, turned her head away, and ignored Lu Heng.

Qingming and Qingling, seeing this, couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

As it was nearly time for the auspicious moment, some self-important guests finally started to arrive.

The list of guests naturally included Yang Qingshu’s name.

Holding a gift box, Yang Qingshu followed the others to register the gifts.

When he saw Lu Heng and the others, he deliberately blinked a few times and, while others weren’t paying attention, made a funny face.

Qingyue saw it and couldn’t help but chuckle.

A dozen minutes later, Yang Qingshu, sweating profusely, sat down next to Song Qing.

"I’m exhausted!"

"The Yan Family may be lousy at everything else, but they’re top-notch at putting up a facade!"

Yang Qingshu, while enjoying the beauty’s service of wiping his sweat, couldn’t help but grumble.

Just as he finished speaking, Yan Family members started announcing names again.

There was some President, some Director, and some Chief, among others.

In short, through this seventieth birthday celebration, the Yan Family managed to showcase their networks and strength to the outside world...