Stealing The Wind But Not The Moon [Completed]

12. Chu Zhichen Recited Amitabha.

Xiang Mingzhang's estimates were proven wrong when Chu Zhichen unexpectedly arrived at his doorstep.

He had been so sure that Chu Zhichen would not come.

After suffering from amnesia, Chu Zhichen was now emphasizing the importance of propriety and etiquette.

How could he be so reckless? 

Even if he couldn't remember the Xiang family mansion, Mrs. Chu knew the address, as did the Chu family driver.

Unfortunately, the driver had taken Mrs. Chu out for shopping and was not at home.

Chu Zhichen waited for three days and took a taxi. Frustrated and restless, he jotted down the address, assuming it was just another property owned by Xiang Mingzhang.

Upon being led into the luxurious villa by Aunt Qian, Chu Zhichen overheard snippets of conversation indicating the presence of multiple people. It dawned upon him a little too late that he had walked straight into a family gathering. Stunned, he stood in the doorway of the dining room.

A total of ten Xiang family members were gathered, spanning different ages and generations, giving the impression of a harmonious family reunion.

Since the passing of Chu Zhe, the two families had gradually lost touch. Chu Zhichen had been living abroad for the past few years and rarely appeared. The Xiang family's perception of him remained at the stage of seeing him as a "spoiled prodigal son." When he entered the room, everyone couldn't help but fix their gaze upon him.

Chu Zhichen was not perturbed by the attention he received. He maintained his composure and dignity. However, as he had come seeking an explanation, he found himself empty-handed, unsure of where to place any gifts he may have brought.

Xiang Mingzhang, seated calmly, nonchalantly sipped his red wine.

His expression was calm and unruffled, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Understanding that the timing was not right, Chu Zhichen politely remarked, "Mr. Xiang must have a busy schedule. I apologize for coming unannounced and causing any inconvenience."

Xiang Kun waved his hand dismissively, saying, "No need to apologize, you arrived just in time. Let's make arrangements for a seat and have dinner together."

Chu Zhichen declined, saying, "There's really no need. I will make an appointment with Mr. Xiang on a different occasion."

"Don't leave right after stepping through the door. The Xiang family treats guests with utmost respect," Xiang Huan interjected, standing up to block his way. "Don't address him as Mr. Xiang. In this room, there are several Mr. Xiangs, young and old. Address Mingzhang as 'brother.' That's enough."

Xiang Kun added, "When someone comes to visit you, Mingzhang, it's only polite to greet them."

Setting down his wine glass, Xiang Mingzhang summoned someone to bring an extra chair. He patted the velvet seat, soft and smooth, invitingly, saying, "Zhi Chen, come and sit by my side."

His tone was friendly, his actions gentle. His eyes were warm and inviting, like a campfire on a cold night. It felt like he was enticing his prey.

Chu Zhichen, reciting Buddhist scriptures in his mind to keep his composure, thought that he was facing a monumental challenge in the 21st century.

The world was changing rapidly, and the old ways were no longer effective. He had to adapt to the new world, or he would be left behind.

He took his seat, and Xiang Mingzhang poured him half a glass of red wine. With finesse, Xiang Mingzhang inquired if Chu Zhichen had any dietary restrictions, demonstrating a personable demeanor as if there had never been any conflicts between them.