779: Chapter 774 Sharing in the Joy

The golden rain of champagne was still drifting in the cold wind atop the tower, yet Shen Yan had already turned and headed toward the elevator shaft.

"I'll leave the rest to you."

He threw out this sentence, not even sparing a second glance at the steel framework that had just skyrocketed his net worth by tens of billions.

Chen Guangke was about to ask where the boss was going when he noticed that Shen Yan's usually decisive stride now appeared somewhat hurried.

"I have to go back."

Shen Yan pressed the down button. The elevator doors reflected his face, which looked slightly weary but could not conceal his excitement.

"If I don't go back now, my son might start calling Old Wang next door 'Dad'."

Chen Guangke froze for a moment, then burst into a loud laugh, the sound exceptionally crisp at eight hundred meters in the air.

"Get lost, you. That's your biological son, it's etched in his genes."

Shen Yan ignored his brother's teasing. The elevator plummeted rapidly, and the feeling of weightlessness gave him a slight ringing in his ears, but he only felt the speed wasn't fast enough.

For the past six months, he had been like a tireless machine, firmly anchored to the construction site in Linhai New Area.

Every day he faced cold data, endless meetings, and obstruction from all sorts of wicked figures.

Although he video-called Liu Hui every night, watching the perfectly formed little dumpling on the screen grow bit by bit.

But a screen was cold after all.

He couldn't touch his son's soft little cheek or smell that milky, drool-scented aroma.

What was worse, Liu Hui had mentioned during their video call yesterday that Shen An had been babbling a lot lately, as if he were about to start speaking.

If his first word of 'Dada' was shouted into the phone, Shen Yan felt he could tear down the just-topped 'sky city' himself.

The drive from Linhai New Area to Yujing Manor in the city center usually took two hours.

Today, Shen Yan directly summoned the company's helicopter.

The roaring propellers sliced through the clouds, and the traffic below turned into slowly crawling beetles.

Twenty minutes later, Shen Yan landed on the manor's lawn.

The place today was as lively as if a Grammy Awards ceremony were being held.

Luxury cars had completely blocked the private road leading to the manor's entrance.

Nearly half the people from the business circle had come, whether to offer genuine congratulations or just to bask in the joy of the newly minted richest man.

Shen Yan barely got off the plane and hadn't even had time to change; his clothes still carried the distinct smell of dust from the construction site.

The butler, Old Zhang, hurried over and took the coat from Shen Yan's hand.

"Sir, the banquet has just begun. Everyone is waiting for you to perform the Zhuazhou ceremony."

Shen Yan nodded, his pace never slowing, walking straight past the guests who tried to approach him for toasts and pleasantries.

His gaze, like radar, precisely locked onto that gentle red figure in the center of the hall.

Liu Hui was wearing a dark red qipao today, her hair styled in a graceful bun, holding the little chubby boy wearing a tiger-head hat.

After half a year apart, Liu Hui seemed a little thinner, but the composed elegance she possessed was even stronger than before.

This was his wife, the woman who never left him when he was at his lowest and who could keep her true self even when he reached his peak.

"Wife."

Shen Yan called out, his voice a little hoarse.

The noisy hall instantly fell silent.

All eyes converged on the man who had just created an architectural miracle.

Liu Hui turned around, her eyes instantly reddening.

She didn't speak, just smiled and took two steps forward, bringing the child in her arms closer to Shen Yan.

Shen Yan's hands trembled slightly.

His large hands, which had signed contracts worth tens of billions and operated the most precise instruments, now didn't know where to rest.

"Come on, Anan, look who this is?"

Liu Hui's voice was as gentle as the waters of Jiangnan.

The little fellow in her arms stared with his round, dark eyes, curiously observing the unfamiliar man before him.

Shen Yan held his breath.

He was afraid that the smoke or dust smell on him would taint this delicate new life.

Shen An tilted his head and blew a translucent bubble from his mouth.

He stretched out his chubby, lotus-root-like little hand and grasped Shen Yan's extended finger.

Soft.

Unbelievably soft.

Shen Yan's heart felt as if it had been violently struck by something; that tingling sensation instantly spread through his entire body from his fingertips.

"Say 'Dada'."

Shen Yan bent down, coaxing with the gentlest voice he could muster in his life.

Shen An blinked, making babbling sounds from his mouth.

The surrounding guests held their breath, afraid to miss this opportunity to please Shen Yan.

"Da..."

The little one mumbled indistinctly.

Shen Yan's eyes instantly lit up like two-thousand-watt bulbs.

"Hey! Say it again!"

Shen Yan was so excited he almost jumped up, completely losing the composure of a business magnate.

Shen An seemed amused by his foolish appearance and broke into a smile, his toothless mouth opening, letting saliva dribble down his chin.

"Da... Dada!"

This utterance was clear, loud, and perfectly articulated.

Shen Yan froze on the spot.

Immense joy drowned him like a tsunami.

This was his son.

This was the continuation of his bloodline.

In that instant, everything—the 'sky city,' the eighty billion, the Artificial Intelligence—all became insignificant.

"Hey!"

Shen Yan suddenly responded loudly and snatched his son from Liu Hui's arms, lifting him high above his head.

"Good son!"

"Did you hear? He called me 'Dada'!"

Shen Yan spun around holding the child, the smile on his face brighter than the sun that day.

Shen An, held high, laughed heartily, his little hands constantly patting Shen Yan's face.

Liu Hui watched from the side, finally unable to hold back her tears, though the happiest smile graced her lips.

"System prompt: Host's family happiness index detected as maxed out, triggering hidden reward—'God-Tier Language Talent,' automatically bestowed upon the infant Shen An."

The cold mechanical voice in his mind sounded much more pleasing right then.

Shen Yan was in an excellent mood, hugging his son tightly, kissing him again and again.

"Old Zhang!"

Shen Yan called out to the butler.

"Yes, Sir."

Old Zhang quickly approached.

"Today is a great day. My son can say 'Dada' now."

Shen Yan glanced at the assembled guests, then at the company Employees busy in the corner.

"Issue an order."

"For all active Employees in the group, regardless of rank, give everyone an 8888 big red envelope."

"All service personnel present, five thousand each."

"As for the guests who came today..."

Shen Yan paused, his gaze sweeping over those old foxes usually calculating and cunning in the marketplace.

"Anyone who brought a gift, their return gift will be doubled."

"I, Shen Yan, am happy today, everyone share in the good fortune!"

The hall instantly erupted.

Those Waitresses who had only come to carry trays almost dropped them upon hearing this.

Five thousand yuan was equivalent to a month's salary for them.

And for the executives and Employees of Shen Corporation, phone notifications were ringing off the hook.

This wasn't just giving out red envelopes; this was practically scattering money.