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Chapter 1877: Chapter 1864: Welcoming the Newcomers (Part 2)

Bo Yan didn’t need to ask to know why this buddy showed up on New Year’s Eve, and it wasn’t just him—Shang Feifei was there too.

If it were a normal day, it would be fine for the two of them to appear together, but this was New Year’s Eve, a day for family reunions. Han Yifan was different from him and Xia Siyu; he was absolutely the good son of the Han Family, pampered since childhood. Saying they were here to snipe Bosch was impossible. That would mean Han Yifan coming alone, Shang Feifei wouldn’t accompany him all the way here during the New Year, especially with the heavy snow.

He didn’t say anything, but Xia Siyu, naturally sarcastic, fired right away: "Oh, rare guests. What, you two also find no place to step in at home, just like us?"

Shang Feifei generally didn’t argue with people, and as for Han Yifan, he already knew what kind of person Xia Siyu was, so he wasn’t bothered by her words. After hearing her, he just poked his head in: "What’s for dinner? Why is there so little? If it doesn’t pair well with a bottle of red wine, I won’t be happy."

He still wore that playful smile, as if being kicked out didn’t affect him at all.

Bo Yan turned his head and saw that his eyes still held a trace of irritation, though it had mostly subsided. Like Xia Siyu, he was someone whose emotions showed on his face. Running out in the New Year’s Eve blizzard, taking Shang Feifei with him, he must have taken quite a verbal beating at home. But his emotions were fairly stable, and since they had been dating for several years, they must have already considered everything that needed considering.

The situation in front of them, though ugly, was still under control, so he was just not too happy, but he could accept it.

This might as well happen; better to face it sooner than let it drag on too long and explode later.

Bo Yan nonchalantly took the red wine from Han Yifan’s hand and said, "If you’re not satisfied, you can go home and eat frozen food."

When he and Xia Siyu made dumplings, they only thought about having more to eat for lunch tomorrow, so they made a lot, and it turned out perfectly by chance.

Though Xia Siyu was sarcastic, she still opened the door and fetched slippers for the two to come in. Thinking back to her interactions with Shang Feifei, although they weren’t enemies, they always rubbed each other the wrong way.

After washing their hands, the four of them sat down. Looking at the pair across the table, Xia Siyu still felt somewhat annoyed. But fortunately, the food lifted her mood. She took a dumpling and ate it, excitedly saying, "Bo Yan, my dumplings are delicious."

Was it really you who made them, or was it the dumpling-making gadget? Bo Yan nodded, first tore a piece of chicken leg from the soup for her, and filled a bowl of chicken soup.

Han Yifan promptly served a bowl of soup to Shang Feifei too, tearing off a chicken wing for her.

Then Bo Yan’s chopsticks stretched towards the fish, but Han Yifan was faster, picking a thick piece of fish belly for Shang Feifei. Bo Yan aimed for the fish eyes with his chopsticks, giving them to Xia Siyu.

Xia Siyu saw the fish eyes, smiling, "I love eating fish eyes the most." Her mom used to say eating fish eyes was good for the eyes. Even though there’s no scientific proof, the taste of fish eyes was etched into her DNA.

Bo Yan, seeing them across the table lost in thought, had opened a bottle of red wine earlier and now took a ten-year-aged bottle of white liquor from the cabinet. Han Yifan, seeing the white liquor, was taken aback; he said, "We still have to keep an eye on the market later."

Bo Yan said, "Just one little jug."

Saying this, he poured the white liquor into a decanter, giving both of them a white porcelain cup each.

Han Yifan paused for a moment but didn’t refuse. Bo Yan indeed poured him a small cup; the ten-year-aged white liquor was slightly yellowed. Han Yifan sipped it slowly, the flavor rich and thick. After one small cup, the liquor lingered on the lip, like sticky emotions of people, already past the worst but still echoing.

Shang Feifei, usually not very talkative, seemed a bit low. Han Yifan probably wasn’t in the best mood, refilling himself quickly after one cup. Bo Yan accompanied him but didn’t drink much himself. But when he finished the jug and wanted more, Bo Yan shook his head, "That’s enough."

Han Yifan glanced up at him and didn’t insist, lowering his head to eat.

At that moment, only Xia Siyu was eating joyfully, as if the low-pressure atmosphere had nothing to do with her. Shang Feifei, sitting directly opposite, at first slightly disdainful of her carefree demeanor, unknowingly found herself more willing to eat, feeling less down.

After eating, Xia Siyu patted her stomach happily, lying like a corpse on the sofa while the TV played skits that had her rocking with laughter, holding her stomach, "Oh, I’m laughing too hard, I’m full, it’s a bit uncomfortable."

Bo Yan leaned over to hand her a cup of tea, which she drank without thinking. He also handed a cup to Shang Feifei, who usually avoided nighttime tea to sleep better, but guessed tonight’s sleeplessness wouldn’t be from the tea, so she took a sip.

The oolong tea was fragrant, half-fermented, its taste between the freshness of green tea and the richness of Pu’er, carrying a unique flavor. Mainly, after drinking, the mind was clearer, indeed not as uncomfortable.

Bo Yan asked Han Yifan, "Want to go out for a smoke?"

He didn’t smoke, but he knew Han Yifan sometimes did. But smoking wasn’t the point; the point was to pull him out and have him talk about tonight. Although as a friend, he couldn’t side in family matters, he could at least listen and offer some comfort.

Han Yifan shook his head, "I quit ages ago." Ever since he was with Shang Feifei, he quit smoking. After all, he had grown up in bars, so a little white liquor was fine, it’s just that people intoxicate themselves, not the alcohol. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

After a while, he poured himself a cup of tea and said, "Actually, when I took Fei’er home today, everything was discussed and they were welcoming. Only when it came to the topic of marriage, they wanted Fei’er to leave her career and prepare for kids; she refused, and that’s where it broke down."

Bo Yan nodded; he thought that without some preparation, Han Yifan wouldn’t have rashly brought her back. Unexpectedly, it still led to conflict. Moreover, this kind of conflict was incommunicable to family. They just think women should return to the family, support the husband, and raise children. The Han Family wasn’t struggling to support her; work if she wants, but being an exposed artist wasn’t preferable, while a regular job was fine.

Beside him, Shang Feifei maintained a calm expression, but judging by her face, she must have refused quite firmly.