Surrounded by the Billionaire's Deep Doting-Chapter 579 - 452: Successive Family Heads, Eldest Son Inheritance (Supplement for Yesterday)

Chapter 579: Chapter 452: Successive Family Heads, Eldest Son Inheritance (Supplement for Yesterday)

Yin Shixiu wore a black suit, and Shuangshuang and Huanghuang were also dressed solemnly and formally, even wearing little black bow ties.

The ancestor worship ceremony was lengthy and tedious.

For the first half, everyone had to stand. Earlier, Yin Shixiu had already talked to Shuangshuang and Huanghuang, telling them not to be naughty and not to cry.

Shuangshuang and Huanghuang were obedient, standing quietly in front of Yin Shixiu. However, it didn’t take long before the siblings got tired and leaned against Yin Shixiu’s legs for support.

The children didn’t really understand what ancestor worship was about, they only noticed that all the uncles, aunts, and everyone else were very quiet and looked very serious.

It was as if they were affected by this atmosphere, and Shuangshuang and Huanghuang didn’t make any fuss.

But that doesn’t mean all the children could endure it.

The child in Guo Tong’s arms wasn’t even a year old, but carrying him in her arms could still be managed with the help of servants.

Bringing such a young child to participate in the grand ceremony was indeed a bit challenging.

However, Guo Tong insisted on having the child present, as if this ancestor worship ceremony was the child’s rite of passage into the family.

As a result, before the ceremony was even halfway through, the child started to wail.

Guo Tong was frustrated, not knowing why this little one was being fussy, as he was fine earlier.

In front of the ancestral tablet, Yin Shaohui and Zhou Mengqin stood in the middle of the first row, with siblings of the same generation beside them.

The second row was for the family’s "Shi" generation. The third and fourth rows were for the collateral family branches of the same generation, followed by the grandchildren...

Guo Tong and Yin Bowen were positioned as the lead in the grandchildren’s generation, with Yin Junjie standing beside Yin Bowen.

At this moment, the child’s crying was indeed untimely.

Yin Bowen whispered to Guo Tong,

"Let the servant take the child down first."

Guo Tong quickly said, "It’s okay, he’ll be fine in a moment."

Saying so, Guo Tong quietly spoke to the son in her arms, "Fanfan, be good, don’t cry, shh..."

The child’s name was Yin Junfan, a name given by Yin Shiqing, which Yin Shaohui and Zhou Mengqin found satisfactory, so they registered it with this name.

However, how could a child of just a few months understand adult words? He cried even more fiercely!

At this moment, Yin Bowen looked extremely displeased, and Guo Tong’s face was flushed with embarrassment, feeling very frustrated, perceiving the child as foolish and untactful.

Guo Tong was somewhat at the limit and couldn’t help but pat Fanfan,

"Stop crying! Stop!"

"Don’t hit him, give him to me."

Standing beside Yin Bowen, Yin Junjie couldn’t bear to watch any longer. He stepped forward with a calm expression, reaching out to Guo Tong.

Guo Tong looked at Yin Junjie defensively,

"Why should I give him to you?"

Yin Junjie frowned, asking quietly, "Does the stepmother think it’s good for Fanfan to disrupt the ancestor worship ceremony like this?"

"..."

"I can comfort him more effectively than you."

Yin Junjie spoke like an adult, not just a little grown-up.

Yin Bowen said sternly, "Give him to him, it’s so annoying!"

Guo Tong bit her lip and handed Yin Junfan over to Yin Junjie.

Yin Junjie carried his younger brother to the side, and strangely enough, as soon as Fanfan was in Yin Junjie’s hands, he stopped crying.

His nose was red, and his eyes were teary.

Yin Junjie made a few funny faces, and Fanfan burst into laughter.

"Shh..."

Yin Junfan’s eyes lit up, his little hands waved randomly, and he truly stopped causing trouble.

Guo Tong frowned, always feeling that Yin Junjie was very scheming. By rights, he should dislike Fanfan, but he was actually very good to him.

She instinctively felt that Yin Junjie was playing a very big game.

Guo Tong always tried to minimize the contact between Yin Junjie and Yin Junfan, but sadly discovered that Yin Junfan seemed closer to Yin Junjie than to her, his mother.

Seeing that Fanfan was no longer crying, Guo Tong thought about taking him back, but before she could move, Yin Bowen gave her a stern look.

"..."

Guo Tong bit her lip, making no further move.

Yin Junjie continued to hold Yin Junfan, persistently for nearly an hour, until the next stage was reached, allowing them to at least sit down.

The mountain in early spring was definitely not warm, yet Yin Junjie’s forehead was covered with a fine mist of sweat.

Shuangshuang and Huanghuang sat beside their father, swaying and struggling to keep awake.

Prince Huang was always intelligent and sensible, but what surprised Yin Shixiu today was Shuangshuang; the little girl rarely caused trouble and didn’t make a fuss.

Yin Shixiu felt quite comforted in his heart.

When the entire ancestor worship ceremony finally ended, Yin Shixiu’s legs were stiff, sore, and aching.

He held Prince Huang and carried Shuangshuang back to the house from the back of the mountain.

After leaving a considerable distance from the ancestral tablet and the worship platform, Shuangshuang tightly hugged Yin Shixiu’s neck and quietly asked,

"Daddy, was Shuangshuang good?"

"...Good."

"Daddy, chocolate... two, is that okay?"

"Okay."

"Dad."

"Hm."

"Will the ghosts catch Shuangshuang?"

"What ghosts?"

Yin Shixiu frowned, seeing Shuangshuang squint her big eyes nervously, glancing sideways, and secretly pointing her little finger towards the ancestor worship platform in the distance,

"Over there."

Yin Shixiu turned to look, quickly cleared his throat, and explained,

"Shuang’er, there are no ghosts over there. Those are the parents of your grandpa and grandma, they are dad’s ancestors."

Shuangshuang blinked,

"Aren’t dad’s ancestors Shuangshuang’s?"

"..."

"Haha! Shuangshuang is so cute!"

Shan Minglang caught up from behind and eagerly took Shuangshuang from Yin Shixiu’s arms,

"Uncle, are you all coming down the mountain today?"

"No, it’s too much trouble."

"Oh! Then Shuangshuang will sleep with me tonight, I’ll take good care of her."

Yin Shixiu reacted quite calmly,

"Did you ask Shuangshuang’s opinion?"

"Do I need to ask? Shuangshuang, would you like to sleep with Brother Minglang tonight?"

"Uh..."

"..."

"No, I want daddy!"

"..."

Shan Minglang’s expression turned cold, while Yin Shixiu’s lips curved slightly.

"Oh no! If Shuangshuang stays in the United Kingdom any longer, she won’t recognize me anymore. Boo hoo... Shuangshuang, you can’t do this to me! I’ve been so good to you!"

Minglang held Shuangshuang tightly, wailing like a ghost.

Yin Meng walked over and gave Shan Minglang a slap on the head with a "pia,"

"What are you doing!"

"Sis, you’re too violent!"

"I haven’t even mentioned how embarrassing you are! Second Grandpa, Third Grandpa, and Little Grandma are all here, why are you howling like that?"

"By the way, sis, didn’t that young master from the Hua Family come to see you today?"

"..."

Yin Meng’s face turned dark, while Shan Minglang proudly walked forward with Shuangshuang in his arms.

Yin Shixiu turned to look at Yin Meng,

"That young master from the Hua Family? Who?"

"Uncle, haven’t you noticed that Third Grandpa particularly likes to play matchmaker?"

"Ah?"

"You see, before you and Xiao Meng got together, he tried to match you up with Sister Qi Qiao from different directions. Now it’s my turn, and he’s introduced that numb-skull Hua Qin to me. Don’t you think he’s just old and has nothing better to do?"

"That numb-skull from the Hua Family..."

"Hua Qin!"

"Oh!"

Yin Shixiu looked enlightened, then smirked,

"Not bad, he suits you well."

"Uncle!!"

For the first time, Yin Meng couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the uncle she always respected.

"Let’s go back inside, it’s almost time to eat."

"Okay." Yin Meng replied, following beside Yin Shixiu, then couldn’t resist squinting her eyes and smiling as she asked,

"Uncle, I never realized you had a romantic side! That fireworks display you arranged... Xiao Meng is almost envied to death by women all over the world. Tell me, who gave you the idea?"

"Why do you care so much?"

"Just asking, is that not okay?"

"You better focus on your own lifelong matters, or else you really might end up marrying that numb-skull Hua Qin."

"..."

Yin Meng’s face couldn’t help but darken again.

After dinner, several seniors of the Yin Family resumed a long family meeting in the spacious study room. However, the content of this meeting was not hard to guess, most likely related to the succession of the family head of the Yin Family.

After all... Mr. Yin is seventy-nine this year, and his eightieth birthday in the latter half of the year is just around the corner.

"Each family head is succeeded by the eldest son, what’s there to discuss?"

The one speaking was the second elder of the Yin Family, Yin Shaohuai.