Cheng Pingxi, to Song Congbo's right, was also silently observing the three people opposite him.

Tears welled in Wu's eyes, her hands clenched into fists on the dining table, a mixture of nervousness and excitement on her face. She opened her mouth several times, but it felt as if something was choking her throat, and she couldn't utter a word.

In contrast, Father Wu was much calmer. He went over in his mind the different situations, the different tones, and the different moods of the meeting, but he just couldn't figure out which sentence to say.

Wu Yue turned her head and glanced at her parents.

She didn't want to stand out, nor did she want to say anything on behalf of her parents; she simply wanted to break the awkward silence, speed things up, and get home sooner.

She poured herself a glass of orange juice, then stood up, her eyes crinkling slightly as she smiled at the boy in black: "Brother, welcome home."

After saying that, he drank the orange juice in one gulp, experiencing the hearty feeling of the wine going down his throat.

Many years later, when Cheng Pingxi recalled this scene, he still remembered how he felt at the time.

This younger sister.

The way she's laughing... she's like a damn innocent white lotus.

Those seemingly innocent girls who smile and pretend to be family but then stab you in the back.

He didn't quite believe that she would be happy to suddenly have a brother she had never met join her life.

Cheng Pingxi smiled slightly, "Thank you."

"Why are you standing there like that?"

Wu Juemin slapped his forehead, a smile spreading across his wrinkled face: "Today is a day for our family to reunite, we should be happy. Xiao Xi, just as your sister said, welcome home!"

"Thank you, Uncle," Cheng Pingxi replied calmly, returning a glass of coconut juice.

Song Congbo glanced at Wu Juemin, whose expression had turned slightly disappointed upon hearing the word "uncle," and quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Mr. Wu, these things need to be taken slowly. Children are not like us; they can't think things through quickly or clearly. They need time to process things."

Wu Juemin said, "I understand. Thank you, Mr. Song."

They had waited nineteen years for this moment. Having waited nineteen years, what harm was a little longer?

Whether it's "dad" or "uncle" is just a title, the important thing is that his son is back. As for the rest... we can worry about it later!

Mother Wu leaned her head on Wu Yue's shoulder, tears welling in her eyes, and asked with a pitiful expression, "Baby, I want to hug your brother. Do you think he'll allow it?"

It wasn't a whispered question; the voice was loud enough for Cheng Pingxi to hear clearly.

Wu Yue: "..."

Mom, I suspect you're using me as a mouthpiece.

Cheng Pingxi's dark eyes slowly swept over, revealing undisguised schadenfreude and an ambiguous meaning.

The girl looked back calmly and fearlessly.

Then, she smiled slightly and said, "Mom, you and Dad are always busy with work, so you probably don't pay much attention to entertainment news, right? Did you know that Cheng Pingxi is a symbol of top-tier celebrities in the entertainment industry? My brother's fans are all over the country. Many girls in my class are his fans, and they say they want to have his babies every day."

“I bet my brother really enjoys this kind of life, the feeling of being supported by fans. As a mom fan, you went over and hugged him, he probably didn’t feel uncomfortable with that. Right, brother?”

Cheng Pingxi: ...

I was wrong, this is not a white lotus.

It is a black-hearted lotus when cut open.

After hearing this, Mother Wu happily got up and walked happily to Cheng Pingxi's seat.

Song Congbo kicked Cheng Pingxi, who was stunned, under the table.

The boy snapped out of his daze and slowly stood up.

His body seemed incredibly stiff for a moment.