Chapter 32: Who Gave Our Little Tyrant Grief?
On the day of the birthday, the stylist and costume designer were dressing Ye Zhile up, and the makeup artist praised him while applying makeup.
“Oh my, Madam’s skin is truly too good.”
“How can these eyes be so beautiful? And this nose is so straight.”
“Like a doll. This is truly the easiest face I’ve ever worked on.”
Ye Zhile blushed at the praise and smiled shyly. The makeup artist found him unbearably cute, coaxing him like a child, “Oh my little treasure, I love you to death.”
The stylist gave Ye Zhile a slightly fluffy hairstyle. Usually, his hair was smooth, but this time they used wax to tousle it and blow-dried it for a while. Relying on the stylist’s excellent skills, it was presented perfectly.
The outfit was custom-made by a designer a week ago at Ji Shuohan’s request. It was a black velvet suit. Ye Zhile had a superior figure, and after putting it on, he looked like a figurine in a shop window, making it impossible to look away.
“Really good-looking, really suitable!” The costume designer praised repeatedly. Ye Zhile looked at himself in the mirror and revealed a satisfied smile.
When he went downstairs, Ji Shuohan was sitting on the sofa waiting for Ye Zhile. Catching a glimpse of someone coming down from the corner of his eye, he looked up and was immediately stunned.
The teenager’s temperament was pure and clean, but wearing the expensive suit, the two temperaments mixed together, blending naturally. Noble yet innocent, not abrupt in the slightest. He was like a Little Prince living in a castle, untouched by worldly cares.
“Does it look good?” Ye Zhile raised the corners of his mouth. He was very happy with My Lord’s reaction.
“Mn.” Ji Shuohan recovered his senses and stood up. “Let’s go.”
Ye Zhile lost his reserve and ran down happily like a puppy. This startled Ji Shuohan, afraid he wasn’t used to wearing leather shoes and would trip on the carpet, so he hurriedly reached out to catch him.
Ye Zhile’s eyes curved, his whole being sweet. “I also think it looks good. The teachers were all praising me.”
“Mn.” Ji Shuohan steadied him. “Walk properly.”
“Oh.” Ye Zhile stood properly obediently.
Ji Shouren’s seventieth birthday was held at the Faria Hotel. He succeeded as the Leader at thirty-five. His eldest son and second daughter were born to the Second Madam and Fourth Madam, while Ji Shuohan was born to the First Madam when he was forty. Therefore, Ji Shuohan was not the eldest.
But Ji Shuohan was the family’s only Enigma. From birth, he was destined to be extraordinary. Barring any accidents, the position of Leader would be inherited by him.
The Faria Hotel was bustling with activity. When the Supreme Leader’s car stopped in front of the red carpet, the dignitaries talking in the garden stopped one after another, their eyes converging on that car.
Wei Xichu opened the car door. After Ji Shuohan got out, he reached his hand into the car. Not long after, a hand as fair as jade placed itself on that broad palm, and a person resembling a teenager got out of the car.
Everyone was shocked. The legendary marriage partner of the Supreme Leader? They finally saw him!
They saw the teenager purse his lips and walk in holding the Leader’s arm. The two looked like a match made in heaven.
“Don’t be nervous.” Sensing the discomfort of the person beside him, Ji Shuohan lowered his head to comfort him. Ye Zhile nodded. “Okay.”
Entering the hall, they naturally garnered countless gazes. Ye Zhile tried his best to act natural. As the two walked in, Ye Zhile glimpsed a familiar figure.
“Big Brother!” Ye Zhile called out in a whisper. He waved at Ye Zhijin. Ye Zhijin was talking to someone; hearing this, he turned his head, said something to that person, and walked toward them.
“Leader.” Ye Zhijin came over and shook hands with Ji Shuohan. “Vice Minister Ye.”
Ye Zhile let go of Ji Shuohan’s hand. His arm suddenly empty, Ji Shuohan was still a bit unaccustomed to it.
“Big Brother.” Ye Zhile became a clingy spirit as soon as he met Ye Zhijin, holding his big brother’s arm and leaning his head against it.
Ye Zhijin smiled dotingly. “How old are you, still acting like a baby to Big Brother every day.”
Ye Zhile lifted his head and said with dissatisfaction, “I’m happy to! If you despise me, I’ll tell Father!”
“How would I dare despise you, the Little Tyrant of the family.” Ye Zhijin teased him and patted his head. “Be good, go eat something first. I have business to discuss with the Leader.”
“Okay, then you guys have to come find me later,” Ye Zhile said.
“Alright,” Ye Zhijin said.
Ji Shuohan also responded with a sound.
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