The Yin family had been appearing in the news frequently recently, and everyone had more or less followed the gossip. Seeing Yin Chengjue now, they naturally wouldn't miss the chance to come over and talk, often bringing up Feng Chengda to see what Yin Chengjue's attitude was.
Unfortunately, although Yin Chengjue didn't enjoy this kind of socializing, he wasn't incapable of it. His words were impeccable, his expression management perfect, giving those who came to gossip absolutely nothing to go on.
No matter how wrong Feng Chengda was, nominally he was still his father. Elder Yin and Yin He could despise Feng Chengda however they wished—even using his photo for dart practice wouldn't be excessive. But if Yin Chengjue showed excessive disgust, then no matter how justified his reasons, he would be labeled as unfilial.
Besides, he himself is Feng Chengda's offspring. If he disparaged Feng Chengda, wouldn't he be disparaging himself as well?
So when people came to watch the show and asked him how he felt about his father's actions, Yin Chengjue's standard reply was: There's no point in complaining or over-analyzing. Someday if your father cheats, you'll understand how I feel... Oh, seems like your father already brought his illegitimate child home, right? So, how's that going? When's the divorce at your place?
Question: Your father's character is really low, isn't it?
Answer: About the same as your father's.
Question: For men, it's normal to keep one at home and a few outside. Nothing to make a fuss about. Why did you have to make it known to everyone?
Answer: Us making a fuss only made it known to everyone. Your family's situation is known to everyone without any fuss. So making a fuss isn't important—what's important is the ability to handle things. Our family handled it. How about yours?
After a full circle, everyone was defeated.
Yin Chengjue held a glass of champagne, leaning against the window of the banquet hall, and raised his glass to the last young master who came to gossip.
That young master, unable to come up with a retort, snorted in anger, hooked his arm with his female companion's, and turned to leave.
Before he got far, Yin Chengjue's low, magnetic voice came from behind: "How strange. Each one snorts louder than the last. It's not like I'm holding a quality inspection stamp. Besides, that thing isn't applied based on the sound of snorting anyway."
The young master: "..." Don't think I didn't catch you calling us pigs! You're the pig! Your whole family are pigs!
The young master turned back angrily, ready to curse, but saw Yin Chengjue's phoenix eyes slightly raised, his thick eyebrows lightly lifted, his thin lips curved into a slight smile. Paired with his handsome, sculpted face, only the word "smoldering" could describe it.
Plus, today Yin Chengjue was wearing a burgundy suit, tailored to fit, perfectly outlining his well-proportioned and muscular build, making it seem like one could discern the perfect lines of his physique even through the fabric.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs made even more slender and straight by the suit pants, shiny leather shoes seemingly reflecting the light of the banquet hall's crystal chandeliers.
This was a man who, just by standing there, unconsciously exuded charm.
Damn it! Is this what Young Master Yin looks like?!
The young master gritted his teeth, raised his hand to press against his slightly red and itchy earlobe, and left even angrier.
The female companion following him glanced back frequently, her gaze lingering.
Putting aside the gossip, Yin Chengjue's face and figure ensured he would never be a wallflower at cocktail parties or banquets, whether in his past life or this one.
If he were capable, people would respect him as President Yin. If they deemed him incapable, they would dismiss him as just another playboy. His real distinction, however, lay in his possessiveness and high standards in relationships—he had a strong aversion to casual flirtation and disloyalty.
Having retorted his way through the crowd, Yin Chengjue finally found some peace and headed towards the temporarily deserted balcony to get some air and disperse the lingering crowd atmosphere.
The moonlight outside the balcony was just right, though the weather was cool, and the wind carried a clear chill.
Before Yin Chengjue could enjoy this brief tranquility for long, an uninvited guest disturbed the short-lived peace.
Yin Chengjue turned back with displeasure, which instantly turned into disgust the moment he saw the person's face.
It was none other than Ming Qian.
The third performance hadn't started yet, and the trainees were all busy rehearsing. For Ming Qian to appear here, he must have asked for leave.
The key point was: why was Ming Qian here?
A name quickly popped into Yin Chengjue's mind—Chang Yue.
The Chang family undoubtedly received an invitation. The most likely scenario was that Chang Yue had brought Ming Qian as his plus-one.
This was genuinely surprising. Given that Chang Yue was constantly surrounded by a entourage of beauties, the fact that Ming Qian had successfully convinced him to be his plus-one was unusual. It indicated that Ming Qian currently held a significant level of favor in Chang Yue's eyes.
"Um... President Yin, I'm not very used to the atmosphere inside... Can I stand here for a bit? Just for a moment, really. I just came out to get some air." Ming Qian smiled apologetically, his pretty face slightly flushed, as if he really was unwell.
But, whether he was well or not, what did it have to do with Yin Chengjue?
Yin Chengjue's expression was cold: "Oh, suit yourself."
Ming Qian's face lit up with joy, and he opened his mouth to say something more, but Yin Chengjue had already strode past him, his long legs carrying him back into the banquet hall.
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