Chapter 74: Long Live Brother-in-law

Feng Yuping was overjoyed by a single sentence. She had heard of the gold face masks. Under the Bo Group's cosmetics division, they owned countless top international brands, and their most famous product was the gold face mask from their brand, BJ.

But this was not a mask for ordinary people. It was said to be a medical-grade skin-repair product developed by the world’s leading medical team using cutting-edge technology—technology that had even won the Nobel Prize in Medicine. However, because the materials were so precious, production was extremely limited. Each year, only VVVVIP clients of BJ could obtain them in limited quantities.

Last time, Mrs. Yao’s friend in the capital had given her one. At afternoon tea, she had shown it off to everyone present. And now, Bo Jinxi had given her an entire box. Yes, an entire box.

Feng Yuping was ecstatic, unable to put down the box of face masks. Tomorrow, she planned to host a tea party, handing out two masks each to Mrs. Yao, Mrs. Zhang, and the others.

She welcomed the two of them into the house. "You must be hungry. Go to the dining room, let’s eat first."

Soon, the family was seated around the dining table. Today, Yan Yin had also come home.

Bo Jinxi had prepared gifts for everyone. For Yan Chengye, who loved tea, he brought the finest Dahongpao. For the old gentleman, fond of calligraphy, he brought a set of antique scholar’s tools and a rare piece of Huizhou ink, making the old man beam with joy.

Yan Yin gazed at Bo Jinxi with anticipation. "What about me? Did you prepare a gift for me?"

Bo Jinxi smiled. "Of course, I have a gift for you too—tickets to Si Yufeng’s concert."

"Ahhh!" Yan Yin suddenly shrieked.

Si Yufeng was a national film star and not only that, but also a king in the music industry—her idol. Tickets to his concerts were nearly impossible to get. Yan Yin had tried for ages and failed.

"And it’s a VIP ticket for the inner section! Brother-in-law, I love you!"

Bo Jinxi paused. "What did you just call me?"

Yan Yin blurted, "You’re my sister’s boyfriend, so what’s wrong with calling you brother-in-law?"

Yan Yin was well aware of the family’s situation. Yesterday, their mother had already announced that from now on, Jiang Ciyou was her real sister, not her sister-in-law. Besides, Yan Yin had always treated Jiang Ciyou as her true sister, their bond much deeper than with Yan Feng.

Feng Yuping tensed for a moment. Yan Yin was always so outspoken.

Although Jiang Ciyou and Bo Jinxi were dating now, calling him brother-in-law seemed too forward. Would he think Ciyou was hinting at marriage?

But in the next moment, Bo Jinxi’s expression softened, cheerful and relaxed, "I’ll send you Si Yufeng’s WeChat contact later."

Yan Yin was so excited she nearly flipped over the dining table. "Brother-in-law, you’re the best! Long live brother-in-law!"

Having a brother-in-law was wonderful, far better than her disappointing brother. Feng Yuping thought so as well—having a son-in-law felt truly good. Of course, she also knew that Jiang Ciyou and Bo Jinxi’s relationship might not last forever. If they were truly determined to be together, they would surely face many obstacles.

She regarded Jiang Ciyou as her own daughter. As an elder, she found Bo Jinxi flawless. While she was happy for Jiang Ciyou, she also felt a twinge of sadness. After all, Jiang Ciyou was the daughter-in-law she had recognized since childhood. But recalling all the foolish things her own son had done, she let go. Having a daughter was just as good. That child had suffered so much; she deserved someone who would truly cherish her.

The meal was filled with warmth and harmony—until Yan Feng returned.

Yan Feng came home drunk, only to see the family gathered around the dinner table, chatting and laughing, the house lively and warm. What shocked him most was that Jiang Ciyou was there too.

The moment he saw Jiang Ciyou, it felt as if his heart was squeezed painfully, making it hard to breathe.

He hadn’t gone to the office today. His phone had been off the entire day. He had spent the day at Xiao Kai’s bar, pouring out everything that weighed on his mind.

Xiao Kai had scolded him. "You grew up naked with Ciyou, and you still don’t understand her? You doubted her love for you just because another woman set you up with a few words? You deserve everything that’s happened."

"Even our most clueless friend, Lu Feifan, could see what kind of woman Xia Ling is, but you were so deluded, thinking she was the purest woman on earth."

"What will you do now? Xia Ling is pregnant. With a child between you and Ciyou, how can you ever mend things?"

Yan Feng didn’t want to hear any more. He turned on his phone and saw countless missed calls—all from Xia Ling. He was full of resentment toward her and didn’t want to respond. But other than Xia Ling, not a single person seemed to care about him.

Suddenly, he wanted to come back home.

He hadn’t expected to be met with such a scene.

Not only was Jiang Ciyou here, but Bo Jinxi was seated at the table as well, chatting amiably with the old gentleman. The old man looked at him with admiration and affirmation, as though he were his own grandson. His parents were the same. Yan Yin was busy with her phone, excitement on her face.

Suddenly, she exclaimed, "Brother-in-law, he added me! He really added me! Brother-in-law, you’re amazing—truly my real brother-in-law!"

When he heard the words "brother-in-law," Yan Feng felt his blood surge backwards. His fingers clenched, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

"Yan Yin, who are you calling brother-in-law?"

The sudden voice at the door interrupted the lively scene. Everyone looked toward the entrance.

There stood Yan Feng, his face cold and hard.

He used to be the very picture of elegance—refined, gentle, a paragon of grace. But now, his eyes were bloodshot, his beard unkempt, his clothes disheveled, reeking of alcohol and embarrassment.

Feng Yuping stood up. Seeing her son like this, she felt both angry and distressed—he was, after all, her own child. She walked over and asked with concern, "Why are you back?"

Yan Yin, ever blunt, said, "Yeah, brother, isn’t it awkward for you to come back now?"

Yan Feng rarely returned to the old house. He always lived alone with Xia Ling.

But Yan Feng’s anger was evident. "Do I need permission to come back to my own home? Yan Yin, are you even my sister?"

Yan Yin pouted but said nothing.

The old gentleman turned, his tone cold and stern, "How long has it been since you came home? Yan Yin, who is still in school, comes back more often than you."

Yan Feng’s fingers tightened, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Feng Yuping, unable to bear it, said, "Look at yourself—so disheveled. We have guests today. Go and take a shower, change your clothes, then come down."

Though he was drunk, Yan Feng felt more sober than ever.

On the other side, Bo Jinxi sat upright, immaculate, wearing a simple white shirt that seemed almost untouchable.

At that moment, Bo Jinxi’s gaze fell upon him—calm and indifferent.

Even though Bo Jinxi was seated and Yan Feng was standing, he still felt as though Bo Jinxi were looking down on him from above.