The bracelet, though not feminine, appeared sowhat cheap and did not align with Shang Yin’s current status.
"Anything else?"
Shang Yin seed to sense Qing Lei’s gaze. He closed his palm over the bracelet, slightly tilted his head, and his dark, cold eyes revealed a hint of pressure.
Qing Lei imdiately said respectfully, "Please instruct if you have any tasks, Young Master. I’ll take my leave now."
The moonlight was bright, and the night lights were dim.
Shang Yin once again spread his fingers and gazed at the white crystal bracelet with a touch of age, a faint curve lifting on his thin lips.
In another month, he could return to his country.
...
The following day, Shang Yin arrived at the old house from Paibo Manor.
In the tea room, the nearly seventy-year-old Shang Zonghai steadily brewed and steeped tea, "Leaving the day after the graduation ceremony?"
"Yes, Grandpa."
Shang Yin stood at the end of the tea table, his height over 185 centiters showing an early elegance and vigorous deanor.
Shang Zonghai removed his glasses and pinched his wrinkled brow, "Too soon, returning after the adult ceremony wouldn’t be late."
"Alright, I’ll listen to you, Grandpa," Shang Yin agreed gladly, "I’ll have Qing Lei change the return date."
Shang Zonghai looked up, even in old age, still full of spirit.
He gestured towards the chairs near the tea table, "Wenzan, have a seat."
Shang Yin pulled the chair and sat down, his distinct black and white eyes filled with respect and seriousness.
"On the day of the adult ceremony, I will convene the Clan Assembly to publicly announce your succession as the Head of Shang Family." As Shang Zonghai spoke, he scrutinized his expression, "What do you think?"
Shang Yin remained expressionless, his handso features resembling Shang Shaoyan’s by seventy percent, "Grandpa, I can do it."
Shang Zonghai had a mont of nostalgia, as if ti had reversed decades back, when he also asked Shaoyan when he planned to assu the position of Head in this room, in this setting.
But ultimately, they had their differences.
Shaoyan faced misfortunes in his youth, yet thrived on his boldness, venturing alone to South Sea in his teens, unbound by family responsibilities.
Wenzan, on the other hand, lacked his father’s untad nature; he was too obedient, too filial, already willing at ten years old to shoulder all responsibilities.
Shang Zonghai once asked him why he was willing to return to Parma for training and education from a prestigious family?
If he stayed in South Sea forever, he could live more freely and comfortably.
Shang Yin’s answer at that ti left Shang Zonghai with a life-long impression.
That year, he was fourteen, holding a Parma Cultural dical book, answered decisively, "My surna is Shang, I am the eldest son. If I don’t return, then Wenxuan or Yunxi will beco what I am now. Grandpa, since soone has to carry Shang’s responsibilities, as the elder brother, it should be ."
Even an Old Fox who had seen worldly facets could not help red eyes at such a response.
Among the three younger generation of Shang’s, the one whose disposition and deanor most resembled Shaoyan’s was Shang Yin.
At this point, Shang Zonghai, filled with emotions, placed a teacup opposite him, "Wenzan, you will be the most outstanding Head of Shang’s twenty-third generation series. We are proud of you."
...
August 17, Shang Yin’s adult ceremony.
The Shang Family Old House also welcod the annual Clan Assembly.
Early morning, Shang Yin dressed in a fitted suit, adorned with a Windsor knot at the collar, standing calmly in front of the mirror.
In the shadows of his eyes, one could vaguely see the trace of Li Qiao, while his features and posture perfectly inherited Shang Shaoyan’s grace.
At 8:15, Qing Lei accompanied him to the Council Hall.
Inside, the hall was full, with all of Shang’s collateral branches numbering in the hundreds, turning their attention to him.
Shang Yin crossed the threshold towards Shang Zonghai in the lead, standing behind him, his aura fully displayed.
Shang Zonghai calmly rubbed his Buddha Beads, silent, nobody dared urge him.
Until footsteps, gentle and rhythmic, echoed in the corridor, Shang Yin lifted his eyes the mont Shang Yu and Li Qiao ca against the light.
Behind the couple followed Shang Yao and Shang Qi.
The collateral branches in the Council Hall stood up one after another, addressing the couple, "Eldest Young Master, Young Madam."
In front of the crowd, the man increasingly mature and stable, while ti carved a gentle grace upon the woman.
Ti seed to favor this couple; light and shadow settled, yet their grandeur surpassed before.
Shang Shaoyan gazed at Shang Yin amid layers of people, and Li Qiao also curbed her smile, exchanging glances.
Shang Yin approached them, standing before them with a smile, "Dad, Mom, why did you co unexpectedly?"
Li Qiao raised a hand to adjust his Windsor knot, her voice soft, "The Head’s adult ceremony should not be missed."
On that day, Shang Yin officially took over as the twenty-third-generation Head of the Parma Shang clan before his parents and family.
Three days later, on August 20, the Yan Emperor’s private plane landed in South Sea.
After years of absence, Shang Yin returned once again to his holand.
...
anwhile, at South Sea University of Science and Technology.
On freshman orientation day, the Space Science and Physics Academy welcod two new students.
However, within less than an hour, the original campus belle and campus beau abandoned their titles.
Rumor had it the new campus belle and campus beau were twins, just past seventeen, who entered the challenging Space Physics major with top South Sea exam scores.
In under two hours, soone discovered their nas: the brother is He Yanyi, the sister is He Yanmo.
There were even rumors that the siblings were from affluent families because soone saw the umbrella with a double R logo on its handle.
During lunchti, the bustling and noisy cafeteria resounded with discussions.
Seniors gathered, chatting about this year’s eye-catching twin freshn while eating.
Soone speculated, "Could they have falsified their age? Only seventeen years old and starting university?"
Soone replied, "Probably not, skipping grades is also possible."
Another cynically remarked, "I heard that twin siblings are quite wealthy, even their umbrellas are Rolls-Royce. Are today’s rich kids ’so diligent’?"
As they spoke, a commotion suddenly erupted at the cafeteria entrance.
Soon, as noise quelled, heads turned and pathways ford.
In the sunlight-filled cafeteria entrance, two silhouettes walked against the light.
The seventeen-year-old boy, lean and upright in a cream-colored casual shirt and khaki long pants, embodies a pristine youthful look.
Beside him, the girl, cold and bright with slightly sunken eye sockets bearing mixed beauty, especially in the gentle raise and ease between brows, is a vivid and stunning young lady.
The cafeteria paused into a temporary silence because of them.
He Yanmo raised her brow, indifferent to the scrutiny, "Brother, I’ll wait for you over there."
He Yanyi glanced in the direction she nodded and responded warmly, "The napkins are in your right pocket, rember to wipe the table clean."
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