Chapter 857: The Psychic Master 21

The moment He Tongyang appeared, the entire living room seemed to shift.

Conversations paused. Eyes turned.

In an instant, he became the center of attention.

The young women who had been dragged here reluctantly by their parents suddenly brightened, their expressions changing visibly. None of them had expected this.

This… was He Tongyang?

Someone who dealt with ghosts every day—shouldn’t he have been strange, gloomy, difficult to approach?

Instead, he was refined, composed, and strikingly handsome.

Far more impressive than the so-called idols they were used to seeing.

For a brief moment, many of them shared the same thought—

If they could marry someone like him…

Tang Wan, standing beside him, noticed those gazes immediately.

Her expression cooled.

A faint snort escaped her.

I’ve spent four years raising this man—he’s not something you can just covet.

Old Master He, however, was in high spirits. With a pleased smile, he led He Tongyang forward, introducing him to several important guests.

In the past, He Tongyang had always disliked such social occasions. They were tedious, unnecessary, and full of empty politeness.

But now…

With Tang Wan beside him—watching, supporting, always thinking of him—he found himself willing to endure it.

He wore a calm, appropriate smile as he greeted each guest with ease. His demeanor was steady, his responses measured.

Those who had seen him four years ago couldn’t hide their surprise.

Back then, he had already stood out—but there had been a cold sharpness to him, a distance that made people uneasy.

Now, that sharpness had softened.

He carried himself with quiet confidence, his presence refined and composed, like polished jade warmed by sunlight.

Tang Wan followed closely, listening to the constant stream of praise with clear satisfaction.

Of course he’s outstanding, she thought proudly. I raised him myself.

At that moment, a middle-aged man approached, bringing a young girl with him.

“Tongyang! It’s been a long time,” the man said with a genial smile. “I didn’t expect you to grow into such a fine young man so quickly.”

He Tongyang inclined his head slightly. “Hello, Uncle Zhang.”

The man nodded, then gestured toward the girl beside him. She wore a delicate princess-style dress, her posture a mix of shyness and anticipation.

“This is my daughter, Tingting,” he continued. “You saved her life a few years ago. She’s never forgotten it.”

Then he turned to her. “Tingting, greet your Brother Tongyang.”

The girl lifted her eyes, her face flushed faintly as she looked at him. There was unmistakable hope in her expression.

“Brother Tongyang… do you remember me?” she asked softly.

Years ago, she had nearly lost her life due to a supernatural incident. It was He Tongyang who had saved her.

Since then, she had never forgotten him.

But because of the He family’s status, she had never had the chance to see him again—until today.

He Tongyang looked at her.

Then, without hesitation, he replied calmly, “Sorry. I don’t remember.”

The words were direct. Clean. Without any attempt to soften them.

In his mind, people were divided clearly—

Important.

And unimportant.

Only the former were worth remembering.

Zhang Tingting’s face paled instantly. The middle-aged man beside her also looked slightly embarrassed.

Sensing the awkwardness, Old Master He quickly stepped in with a laugh.

“Well, it’s said that girls change a great deal as they grow. Tingting is so different now—it’s only natural Tongyang didn’t recognize her!”

Hearing this, Zhang Tingting paused.

When he had saved her back then, she had been in a miserable state—disheveled, frightened, nothing like she was now.

Perhaps…

Perhaps he truly hadn’t recognized her.